<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320009</id><updated>2026-08-04T13:43:25.512+05:30</updated><category term="bits"/><category term="pilani"/><category term="india"/><category term="life"/><category term="Goa"/><category term="adventure"/><category term="dance"/><category term="America"/><category term="BITS Pilani"/><category term="Bandy"/><category term="Campaign"/><category term="Cliche"/><category term="Dodging"/><category term="Facebook"/><category term="Funny"/><category term="God"/><category term="Graduation"/><category term="Hide and Seek"/><category term="Humor"/><category term="IIT"/><category term="Imogen heap"/><category term="India TV"/><category term="Mt.Everest"/><category term="NDTV"/><category term="PS-1"/><category term="Pakistan"/><category term="Piranha"/><category term="Plan"/><category term="Population"/><category term="Problem"/><category term="Rhonda Byrne"/><category term="SaveOurTigers"/><category term="Solutions"/><category term="Strategy"/><category term="The Secret"/><category term="Tiger"/><category term="USA"/><category term="Wild"/><category term="akbar"/><category term="algorithm"/><category term="arjun"/><category term="army"/><category term="bad"/><category term="beach"/><category term="beats"/><category term="bollywood"/><category term="border"/><category term="camping"/><category term="chola"/><category term="climbing"/><category term="cube"/><category term="degree"/><category term="doubts"/><category term="engineering"/><category term="experience"/><category term="fire"/><category term="flight"/><category term="food"/><category term="friends"/><category term="ganga"/><category term="genesis"/><category term="good"/><category term="gorillaz"/><category term="gravitation"/><category term="guru"/><category term="haridwar"/><category term="hiphop"/><category term="institute"/><category term="kartarpur sahib"/><category term="landing"/><category term="layer"/><category term="linkin park"/><category term="market"/><category term="moral"/><category term="nanak"/><category term="orbitskut"/><category term="orkut"/><category term="palolem"/><category term="people"/><category term="pictures"/><category term="private"/><category term="proxy"/><category term="punjabi"/><category term="punjabi mc"/><category term="rafting"/><category term="rap"/><category term="religion"/><category term="reservation"/><category term="rishikesh"/><category term="rock"/><category term="rubik&#39;s"/><category term="rubik&#39;s cube"/><category term="science"/><category term="sea"/><category term="sickest"/><category term="sikhism"/><category term="singh"/><category term="solution"/><category term="solve"/><category term="song"/><category term="style"/><category term="unblock"/><category term="water"/><category term="wicked"/><title type='text'>Algebra of Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Bandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097965793602588021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2dxOvvpwD-vtIcHY-UutdXPb9kUhiiyNGJx3AprdXQvzCY6iBbD-SxUbhkOonW0tyqMhEtk7ttWKiQO8Ka-S7_HYqlGNrSpUvfn7an-mHIwuj-2xxqgcNDu_DcIxyVQ/s220/39471_454696330708_294532_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320009.post-5499601289373203841</id><published>2011-08-23T23:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-23T23:15:42.027+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;The first time I listened to &#39;My December&#39; , I was in the Eleventh Grade sitting in my hostel balcony, it was 2003. It was December , my favorite month. I am not a summer guy. Decembers are like winters are, birds don&#39;t chirp a lot , people talk a little less and its mostly silent , a perfect to time to ponder . Decembers remind me of year ends , the year that was and the last month before the year that would be. I find myself here in this month every single year during foggy North Indian nights. I remember I could barely see a few&amp;nbsp;meters , it helped ,because anyways who wanted to see more?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Its been eight years and I am listening to &#39;My December&#39; again after the first time I did. I am sure lot might have changed between the last time you heard &#39;Your Song&#39; and now when you hear it, it reminds you of the exact mood when you heard it last and how it made you feel. Eight years and life hasn&#39;t slowed down a bit , its a running horse.I am again standing in my balcony. All these years , subtle flashbacks remind me of the streets I walked on , the minimum times I clocked cycling to the other side of the town.The people I liked , people I forgot and the people I had to forget.And The people I never met again. And people I never wanted to meet again. The smiles I forced , the smiles &lt;b&gt;they&lt;/b&gt; forced.Right from getting on stage to perform for a few of them to being backstage to make others perfect for a few of them. Right from deciding my limitations to forcing myself to re-write them. A lot happened in these eight years.&lt;br /&gt;
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I finished school. Got over with college. Had my first salary. Had my first date. Traveled the country. Joined Facebook. Joined Orkut.Left Orkut. Moved from listening to Rock , then Trance and now Dubstep. Saw two anti-corruption movements in the country.Experienced&amp;nbsp;a global recession.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Saw dictators fall.Saw democracies rise. &amp;nbsp;All in these eight years. So why call it just a song?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;We see messages inside a bottle lying on the sea-side&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;All days we ran towards it , so much we tried&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Till a wave crossed it over and took it back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;We keep this little secret stored inside our memories&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Till we become old again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;And all hopes so old that wishes become debris&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;They fly towards the Antarctic to escape the summers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;As all the chirps slowly fade away into whispers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Till the maple leaves carpet the path we walk on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;You and I will sit and look at the seasons change&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;But all that&#39;s long been said and done before&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I just wish that we were something more..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/feeds/1758789381088258505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2011/03/wishful-thinking.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/1758789381088258505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/1758789381088258505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2011/03/wishful-thinking.html' title='Wishful Thinking'/><author><name>Bandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097965793602588021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2dxOvvpwD-vtIcHY-UutdXPb9kUhiiyNGJx3AprdXQvzCY6iBbD-SxUbhkOonW0tyqMhEtk7ttWKiQO8Ka-S7_HYqlGNrSpUvfn7an-mHIwuj-2xxqgcNDu_DcIxyVQ/s220/39471_454696330708_294532_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGqGJiRuo4cBZU94FclQ2cS7b4IT6b1Mzh9cb76kGRwZdaLPvkF5vOImKtE0nfsd3ZTNfyVvuelcZvB0ay8lRlr1JnyTWk0WpspWvXb6_X8mWPfhAreyxrcRnR1UdlHVQ7JjsM/s72-c/The_Birthday_Massacre_by_XDemogorgonX.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320009.post-3536072906669534345</id><published>2011-01-03T09:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-03T09:04:25.132+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Faint Trace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfTWRFh1N77A3527L9dCd0aH2Dym9T36MQ3KXE-Q_p_km2r-56dD1PVEFDrMiuVAwxG9krJlchxhZ9jHMLAFUDcIo0oeDRPp95TUMfNoikO5Rt5tyM-1EHaaTPPEIPc6srCjK6/s1600/another_winter_day_by_ajk_original-300x284.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;187&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfTWRFh1N77A3527L9dCd0aH2Dym9T36MQ3KXE-Q_p_km2r-56dD1PVEFDrMiuVAwxG9krJlchxhZ9jHMLAFUDcIo0oeDRPp95TUMfNoikO5Rt5tyM-1EHaaTPPEIPc6srCjK6/s200/another_winter_day_by_ajk_original-300x284.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I gave half of my looks to a distant shadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Belief riding on a half-hearted hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I let half of my breaths flow free in the cosmos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Faith riding upon a distant constellation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I gave half of my screams to a silent shore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Tides riding upon a hope to reach an end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I saw half of myself in the mirror again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Reflections riding upon egos and sorrows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfTWRFh1N77A3527L9dCd0aH2Dym9T36MQ3KXE-Q_p_km2r-56dD1PVEFDrMiuVAwxG9krJlchxhZ9jHMLAFUDcIo0oeDRPp95TUMfNoikO5Rt5tyM-1EHaaTPPEIPc6srCjK6/s1600/another_winter_day_by_ajk_original-300x284.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/feeds/3536072906669534345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2011/01/faint-trace.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/3536072906669534345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/3536072906669534345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2011/01/faint-trace.html' title='A Faint Trace'/><author><name>Bandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097965793602588021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2dxOvvpwD-vtIcHY-UutdXPb9kUhiiyNGJx3AprdXQvzCY6iBbD-SxUbhkOonW0tyqMhEtk7ttWKiQO8Ka-S7_HYqlGNrSpUvfn7an-mHIwuj-2xxqgcNDu_DcIxyVQ/s220/39471_454696330708_294532_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfTWRFh1N77A3527L9dCd0aH2Dym9T36MQ3KXE-Q_p_km2r-56dD1PVEFDrMiuVAwxG9krJlchxhZ9jHMLAFUDcIo0oeDRPp95TUMfNoikO5Rt5tyM-1EHaaTPPEIPc6srCjK6/s72-c/another_winter_day_by_ajk_original-300x284.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320009.post-6374423160316428550</id><published>2010-10-13T20:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-13T20:59:34.144+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Figment Of Imagination.</title><content type='html'>From what I see,&amp;nbsp;my hopes&amp;nbsp;wait at doors waiting for the keys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;But you make my fears&amp;nbsp;fade away , like the clouds do to the stars maybe?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So, we are light years away, the stars gossip about our distances&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;But you silence me , like the sounds of universe do to the chirps maybe?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPVnUo6h_kYWd7QHQLgYRhjac5oGZ_rSYDFkyT848GMXsLGYmmO7bHC9GFuWLLV3CKrGBeBDqrTueD5_F-4jEtIv1SvnzF8FEhUVpIp2PylakqWdeCsoTKUPr7Wdy5nNzMEP42/s1600/Ruins_of_Hopes_and_Dreams.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; ex=&quot;true&quot; height=&quot;211&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPVnUo6h_kYWd7QHQLgYRhjac5oGZ_rSYDFkyT848GMXsLGYmmO7bHC9GFuWLLV3CKrGBeBDqrTueD5_F-4jEtIv1SvnzF8FEhUVpIp2PylakqWdeCsoTKUPr7Wdy5nNzMEP42/s320/Ruins_of_Hopes_and_Dreams.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
From what I see, The seconds we talk&amp;nbsp;are the&amp;nbsp;the hours we never made through&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;But you&amp;nbsp;freeze&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;, like the winter cold does to the trees maybe?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So, we are thousands of nautical miles away , the waves&amp;nbsp;whisper about it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;But&amp;nbsp;you mix me up, like the falling rains do to the&amp;nbsp;crying eyes&amp;nbsp;maybe?&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/feeds/6374423160316428550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2010/10/figment-of-imagination.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/6374423160316428550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/6374423160316428550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2010/10/figment-of-imagination.html' title='A Figment Of Imagination.'/><author><name>Bandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097965793602588021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2dxOvvpwD-vtIcHY-UutdXPb9kUhiiyNGJx3AprdXQvzCY6iBbD-SxUbhkOonW0tyqMhEtk7ttWKiQO8Ka-S7_HYqlGNrSpUvfn7an-mHIwuj-2xxqgcNDu_DcIxyVQ/s220/39471_454696330708_294532_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPVnUo6h_kYWd7QHQLgYRhjac5oGZ_rSYDFkyT848GMXsLGYmmO7bHC9GFuWLLV3CKrGBeBDqrTueD5_F-4jEtIv1SvnzF8FEhUVpIp2PylakqWdeCsoTKUPr7Wdy5nNzMEP42/s72-c/Ruins_of_Hopes_and_Dreams.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320009.post-3653076143727248243</id><published>2010-08-11T21:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-11T21:30:53.038+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Daily Roses for Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;So true the sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The rhythm soars and accrues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;This goes on forever, till our songs find a truce..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;So high this hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The passions never scanty and few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;This fire must be waiting, for the last drop of dew..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOI23Hde4KoQb53uZAsOogNHbvJv27G6n7g9t0aR0lYJNQOhQBkm-qRk_NZLcZwadat_iJ02RHis3veuKNALDPKzU91XqhaZ_-CoCyG4fEiT1VOa_VrPD1u_o2KQv5CYV87f49/s1600/Imagine_Peace_Tower.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOI23Hde4KoQb53uZAsOogNHbvJv27G6n7g9t0aR0lYJNQOhQBkm-qRk_NZLcZwadat_iJ02RHis3veuKNALDPKzU91XqhaZ_-CoCyG4fEiT1VOa_VrPD1u_o2KQv5CYV87f49/s200/Imagine_Peace_Tower.jpg&quot; width=&quot;182&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;So cruel the generosities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The humility is on its knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The door to love is closed, someone lost the keys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;So&amp;nbsp;ambiguous our gazes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The silence must be speaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;This world is not the place, our eyes are seeking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/feeds/3653076143727248243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2010/08/daily-roses-for-peace.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/3653076143727248243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/3653076143727248243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2010/08/daily-roses-for-peace.html' title='Daily Roses for Peace'/><author><name>Bandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097965793602588021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2dxOvvpwD-vtIcHY-UutdXPb9kUhiiyNGJx3AprdXQvzCY6iBbD-SxUbhkOonW0tyqMhEtk7ttWKiQO8Ka-S7_HYqlGNrSpUvfn7an-mHIwuj-2xxqgcNDu_DcIxyVQ/s220/39471_454696330708_294532_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOI23Hde4KoQb53uZAsOogNHbvJv27G6n7g9t0aR0lYJNQOhQBkm-qRk_NZLcZwadat_iJ02RHis3veuKNALDPKzU91XqhaZ_-CoCyG4fEiT1VOa_VrPD1u_o2KQv5CYV87f49/s72-c/Imagine_Peace_Tower.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320009.post-9160264309725759530</id><published>2010-08-06T16:44:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-07T20:53:11.919+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZFcCr7BIwLmabvBZVACPiaOtjUOfIPsyczzK44dVOSHFSc-ehJDHbFwLnvnjS78TFvzIl34-wsBJvfGgyGshWWkOQeN1SopGi9UfLJnK_IaE19qOFVcOxWYFpKWRn-wiGvsdV/s1600/girl-on-circle2.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZFcCr7BIwLmabvBZVACPiaOtjUOfIPsyczzK44dVOSHFSc-ehJDHbFwLnvnjS78TFvzIl34-wsBJvfGgyGshWWkOQeN1SopGi9UfLJnK_IaE19qOFVcOxWYFpKWRn-wiGvsdV/s320/girl-on-circle2.gif&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Lines for One Perfect Star&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Acting on a million crowdy stages,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Talking to strangers, monks and sages,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;No one ever uttering a word. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;We&#39;re lost in a one big maze,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;In between ,we look at each other&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;.. hiding our clandestine gaze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Dancing and flying with millions more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Conversing through melodies, opening doors,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Each smile testifies end of the war. . .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;In between, we look at the skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;... looking for that perfect star&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Born between now and then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;In between , there were a million hues,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Its a circle , Oh! a vicious &amp;nbsp;one too. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;What goes around, comes back around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;In between, I crossed myself to be you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Your cat family is particularly amazing , and my fanfare for you is specifically &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; the reason why my last name is &lt;i&gt;Singh&lt;/i&gt;. Although I always thought since childhood that except the Dinosaurs , there was never a chance that any other specie would be swept off the mainland by&amp;nbsp;bamboozling asteroids,&amp;nbsp;to be later discovered&amp;nbsp;by future species. But I just came to terms with your terrible conditions , so much that all my attention span has been completed diverted towards you ..from the latest India TV news updates I was watching a while back.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6RD_7l4WQC77qPopu5vKOMnzb8xa6fgm-7utIJz6zc_QZsFnUeKnX9taI_PWQGZIheDAj43_9i7rvcHzrFWVDBq87Z1GTn7rbVzfsbwiqRFtyQJ042vkofqjozAgpRBfiaRcu/s1600/Calvin_and_Hobbes1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;242&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6RD_7l4WQC77qPopu5vKOMnzb8xa6fgm-7utIJz6zc_QZsFnUeKnX9taI_PWQGZIheDAj43_9i7rvcHzrFWVDBq87Z1GTn7rbVzfsbwiqRFtyQJ042vkofqjozAgpRBfiaRcu/s400/Calvin_and_Hobbes1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We as humans are trying our very best to save you. Because we love you so much. Frankly, the carpets made out of your funky striped skin patterns are just too royal to resist. And your teeth , man! , they sell like gold. We need more of you here , so that we can be rich without getting into 25 year meaningless marathon academics here in India just to get a 3.5 lpa package in the end. So like million of people who want to save you, I want the same too with all my fervor and passion. You can ask my pet mouse in the house, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope this letter finds you in the best of your health and prosperity without any poachers plotting to kill you in next 5 minutes at-least. And I sincerely hope you complete reading this letter before you get busted. You will be happy to know that we have been running so many campaigns to save you that even the Dalits are taking a backseat for a while. Just for the record , I have made this totally ordered list for you, our plans to save your specie:&lt;br /&gt;
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1) The facebook community &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Save Tigers, Save Our Heritage.....Just 1411 left..!&#39; &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;now has 150,000+ people liking it. Though it is still unknown what they like , but the efforts are commendable. Imitating our tremendous efforts on this front , one of our esteemed Indians created &#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Eat Parle-G... Do not eat TIGER...Only 1411 Left&#39; &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;which has 12,000+ people liking it . The reason for less number of people liking this one is unknown , but it seems Parle-G is becoming highly unpopular with people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;2) This cool website http://www.saveourtigers.com &amp;nbsp;is just too tempting. Besides around 266,000+ people participating on it &amp;nbsp;, little kids are spending thousands of bucks to participate in a competition to send poems , drawings , posters depicting tigers in danger. Till now thousands of drawings have been sent , depicting you in superman, spiderman and T-man dresses. These posters help spread awareness so that more people can learn and send even more posters depicting how much we love drawing .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;3) Almost every Tiger reserve in India has been allotted night guards to save you from poachers at night .(I hope you&#39;re still alive and reading this). The guards are paid 5000/- bucks a month which is 1000/- less than what their wives earn working as sweepers in local buildings. There is a 70% shortage of guards , so that some of the brave guards have to do double shifts , day and night. During day they cut tickets for the tourist , during night , they nap with their wives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; NDTV&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt; recently broadcasted a 1 hour long documentary on Tigers. ..which was apparently so sad and depressing that kids almost suffered a breakdown and some of the elderly Indians took overdose of their daily medicines in revolt. NDTV has asked its viewers to visit their exclusive website on Tigers, which has a column &#39;Tiger Tales&#39; where you can narrate all the cool tales and poems about Tigers.You can download Tiger wallpapers too.&lt;/span&gt; India TV&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt; is still preparing for its own Save-Kabaddi in India campaign but it seems not too many kids can draw and narrate stories about Kabaddi , so they plan to&amp;nbsp;switch&amp;nbsp;to the famous kids game &#39;Chain-chain&#39; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;5) We just love to talk about you in general , with friends , girlfriends and boyfriends. Boys love to impress their girlfriends by showing&amp;nbsp;sympathy towards the cruelties done to you and Sati - the female&amp;nbsp;infanticide in general too. And you gotta hear this!!..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Last week I saw a poster regarding Save-Tiger campaign in a Mall , people just loved it , believe me.. I mean not the poster ,the movie that was released the same day was just awesome. The movie was f-ing legendary.Trust me , you should check it out too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Besides all that marvelous good news , I would also like you know that monsoons are fast approaching. I hope you are looking forward to that , and when you are looking , look for the poachers too .. :\.Just to let you know, I am so glad you are our national animal because apparently besides the street dogs and pigs , we don&#39;t have much variety here in India. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;And as listed we will continue with our efforts to save you , for now its the FIFA world cup , so just bear with us for a while , we will start saving you when you are just 1350 left . Till then enjoy , peace and have lots of beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Hey look ...there&#39;s a poacher at your back..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Regards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/feeds/6380098581560902706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2010/06/letter-to-tiger.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/6380098581560902706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/6380098581560902706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2010/06/letter-to-tiger.html' title='A Letter to the Tiger'/><author><name>Bandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097965793602588021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2dxOvvpwD-vtIcHY-UutdXPb9kUhiiyNGJx3AprdXQvzCY6iBbD-SxUbhkOonW0tyqMhEtk7ttWKiQO8Ka-S7_HYqlGNrSpUvfn7an-mHIwuj-2xxqgcNDu_DcIxyVQ/s220/39471_454696330708_294532_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6RD_7l4WQC77qPopu5vKOMnzb8xa6fgm-7utIJz6zc_QZsFnUeKnX9taI_PWQGZIheDAj43_9i7rvcHzrFWVDBq87Z1GTn7rbVzfsbwiqRFtyQJ042vkofqjozAgpRBfiaRcu/s72-c/Calvin_and_Hobbes1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320009.post-199715017535232986</id><published>2010-05-28T22:30:00.017+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-01T19:44:47.071+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="IIT"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mt.Everest"/><title type='text'>Why wouldn&#39;t I climb Mt.Everest some summer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_CBmxxvMepZ2T8HbnxtENx6sQcTNtlP_iPlq5oyTw27wha7mGUTGfngbJURVOZKIJNbotyKtU-fxEvDSYAQCMQKYGqt0JXRaejPS6v17Fb_K4IAdnXdcAYZ9v7Ik6ChASX5RB/s1600/Mad_scientist_caricature.png&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476394829829243042&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_CBmxxvMepZ2T8HbnxtENx6sQcTNtlP_iPlq5oyTw27wha7mGUTGfngbJURVOZKIJNbotyKtU-fxEvDSYAQCMQKYGqt0JXRaejPS6v17Fb_K4IAdnXdcAYZ9v7Ik6ChASX5RB/s200/Mad_scientist_caricature.png&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 187px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Out of all the insane and highly impractical ideas and dreams I have in life, I am not very sure about this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;. I thought maybe (probability 0.25), well maybe (probability 0.001) , I could think of taking a shot at Mt.Everest after like 15 years. I am not sure of this , but I have these plans , really over-the-top plans of doing things because mediocrity has sucked in almost everything except this  great nature&#39;s erection. Its almost like each one of us , even the most douche-bag of an engineering graduate would think of becoming a CEO of some company one day. Its not always possible for them, then of-course, many of these CEO-cum-hippie-culture-inflicted-wannabe&#39;s would open their own firms and put themselves on the top just to claim a dream they could never have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;So why Mt. Everest? why not just go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Simla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; and come back from an over-used tourist dust-bag (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;this when I heard about 5 Bihar dudes landing up in Simla aspiring to start a Maoist movement :\ , how lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;) or go to Rohtang (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;orgasmic hill-station for all north indians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;) and take pleasure in aunties falling in the desperate attempt to try out their newly hired eskimo clothes and shoes on smooth ice. But I don&#39;t want to, because its plain and blatant , mediocrity sucks. Well, it happens with me. Almost 33% of times, I end up knowing that people have already done what I had planned to be totally cool and *new*, this world is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; fast. So when I was a kid, fed-up of all the mediocrity, I decided I would grow up to be someone that everyone else couldn&#39;t be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I grew up, and observed everyone is someone that everyone else can&#39;t be. This world is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; sucker-ty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;So I have dropped a lot of super-awesome plans along the way , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;like the Mt.Everest one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;. This came about when I read about this 13 year old boy called Jordon Romero who climbed Mt.Everest. Ok cool ! , but what was I doing when I was 13? , I was probably looking forward to an awesome 5 year puberty plan and maybe having a totally-not-feasible crush on a girl in my class.... If the Jordon case wasn&#39;t enough , take this , totally illiterate, less than quarter-awesome and ugly-looking-but-smarter-than-Shrek &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Apa Sherpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; climbed the Everest 20 times , 20 times!! , that is 5 times more than I triumphed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;pahadi during my entire BITSian life :\ ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;If I had been preparing for IITJEE 2012 , I would have given it up already. Partly because I would have died after completing my first semester,thanks to the Mayan Calendar :\ .. and secondly because of this homie-boy (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;thanks to Jay-Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;) named Sahal Kaushik , this dude is 14 year old and has cleared IIT this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Ok super-awesome, but what was I doing when I was 14? I was probably now left with 4 more years of puberty plan and still wondering whether I should go for another girl or still not give up on her.... :\ , pretty mundane eh? .. So just like this, I have been dropping plans. Perhaps Everest still seems feasible , maybe I would kill the Sherpa and climb it 21 times to atleast get my name in the newspapers, or maybe get my name as many times as possible to beat Arindam Choudhary ...who knows.. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The point is not how many times I had to give up my plans , but the number of times I learnt the same thing: &#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;any age is old-enough to start something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&#39; . Why not go out in the sun and start practicing your favorite sport now? Why not take up that book you always wanted to read now? Why not look good today because you would never look this awesome one day after now? Why not start today? Don&#39;t be a douche-bag ..! .. Start early , procrastinate later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/feeds/199715017535232986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-wouldnt-i-climb-mteverest-some.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/199715017535232986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/199715017535232986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-wouldnt-i-climb-mteverest-some.html' title='Why wouldn&#39;t I climb Mt.Everest some summer?'/><author><name>Bandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097965793602588021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2dxOvvpwD-vtIcHY-UutdXPb9kUhiiyNGJx3AprdXQvzCY6iBbD-SxUbhkOonW0tyqMhEtk7ttWKiQO8Ka-S7_HYqlGNrSpUvfn7an-mHIwuj-2xxqgcNDu_DcIxyVQ/s220/39471_454696330708_294532_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_CBmxxvMepZ2T8HbnxtENx6sQcTNtlP_iPlq5oyTw27wha7mGUTGfngbJURVOZKIJNbotyKtU-fxEvDSYAQCMQKYGqt0JXRaejPS6v17Fb_K4IAdnXdcAYZ9v7Ik6ChASX5RB/s72-c/Mad_scientist_caricature.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320009.post-2169784945487804945</id><published>2010-05-02T05:04:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-01T19:45:43.794+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bandy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BITS Pilani"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dodging"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Graduation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Piranha"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wild"/><title type='text'>BITS Piranha !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #0000ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Its not easy to dodge the piranhas&lt;/b&gt;. Piranhas are known to have voracious appetites for meat and can smell blood from miles in slow current waters. So when you are crossing a river which are inhabited by these ugly looking all-teeth-no-brain fishes , the only way you can escape them is by dodging them, or eat them alive which is a not-so-good idea since they move around in kick-ass gangs who can do anything for each other. Famous ways of dodging include throwing a lump of meat into the other side of the waters , so that while the piranhas are busy eating , you can cross the waters on your side. Another way which requires some skill is to just cross the river with two things in mind : you shouldn&#39;t have any wounds on your body and your body movements need to be smooth. Piranhas can sense wounds on any god-damn alive thing and they just love to complete rip you off in minutes if not seconds...And ofcourse the best way to dodge is to have a boat. :\&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look around you , your life is like these slow-moving South American waters with Piranhas all around.And all you have to do is to dodge them.Piranhas in your life can come around in the form of most stupidest of the days, over-sleeping-n-missing a test day , bad weather days and that-guy/girl-needs-an-attitude-check-or-else-I-will-kill-him/her ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BITS has taught me some amazing things , including how to dodge-the-piranhas , which even the most attentive of my teachers here never would have noticed. All the while they were just going over and over the most impractical theoretical fast-forwarded equations , they were telling me how to dodge all that while in the class and still make a decent grade by doing it all in one night before the exam. Or if you&#39;re super-afraid of crossing the river , you can request a make-up in which case you have the &lt;i&gt;option of crossing other rivers with more or lesser number of piranhas&lt;/i&gt;, but which one? you never know... And then there are always ways to copy others who know dodging-the-piranhas in case you are not game enough. In this case the &lt;i&gt;ghotus&lt;/i&gt; are the obvious choice ...&lt;i&gt;Ghotus&lt;/i&gt; are those people who will cross all those rivers that have been asked to cross the previous years to make sure they cross it smoothly this year too !!! Teachers love them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dodging also implies avoiding the piranhas at all , take alternative paths , not always the waters. Being with the right kind of people and doing the right kind of things , to make sure you feel good always. I have loved doing it , doing just the right things. One amazing thing here in BITS is that you can keep doing your favorite things over and over again , no matter how lame or useless, you will get the friends to do it and that kills the guilt part for ever!... Not to forget, I have met some of the most amazing people here and thanks to my inclination to imitate qualities , this journey has definitely made me someone I wasn&#39;t before I got here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZyJHlkN42vl1L30021Fz7nrBL35B62gj-QEnpjHwds54S_VBTBbxiUc58-6DFWYtr1ve9kobma_wCD7tTX02lVlHZAeNwAxq0goYJS2dSjshEZEJDPoRRa8BeOZ252m23EuQH/s1600/vlcsnap-2010-04-28-04h31m03s174ff.png&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466827587865556866&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZyJHlkN42vl1L30021Fz7nrBL35B62gj-QEnpjHwds54S_VBTBbxiUc58-6DFWYtr1ve9kobma_wCD7tTX02lVlHZAeNwAxq0goYJS2dSjshEZEJDPoRRa8BeOZ252m23EuQH/s200/vlcsnap-2010-04-28-04h31m03s174ff.png&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 150px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;personal&gt;&lt;/personal&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then everyone has their own ways of dodging , which are not textbook, just skill .Hence comes the dance part, my favorite way of telling the Piranhas to be careful when they bring my name up.I just love to own those  few amazing seconds on the stage. I have met people who think all this dance stuff is so over-rated. But frankly, it deserves to be. After some crappy months, if you can just go on-stage and deliver a crowd-puller , it pays for all your sins. I have loved performing here in BITS more than I used to do earlier. And because of no formal training at all , I have always despised the idea of learning the steps to a dance number and then performing it on stage , it makes dance so much seem like an exam and less of an art. Probably one of the reasons , I never wanted to join the dance club. And I just love it when you have a pedigree of performances ,and people know you for something and they expect something better than what they saw last time. Believe me I have two habits any dancer shouldn&#39;t have, I never practice my steps before a performance and I have a dance-ego.So, the trick lies in something else, which I won&#39;t disclose here. One of my favorite performances would be the last one , just because it was a total impromptu, I love it when all you do is respond to the music and this amazing things remains an art. And really , I just want to thank all those people who have loved to see me perform , thats the reason I keep doing it once every year :) ..not that I have to prove something.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing BITS has taught me is how to be friend with the piranhas. You know all those people you thought were so much &lt;i&gt;thadi &#39;n&lt;/i&gt; stuff or total idiots, then you realize they were actually one of the nicest! . Especially in the my psenti-sem, I have met people who I would have rarely thought of ever going along with, I have done things I have always wanted to do. I have been so much accustomed to dealing with awkward situations than ever before, that things ever rarely upset me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... The most intriguing part is I hardly remember what kind of person I was before I came here, you know when you&#39;ve been crossing too many rivers , you hardly remember the first few ones!.. Five years here and its a complete new life after this, this system changes you so much , its hard to get back. I sincerely thought of myself as a total &#39;geek&#39; before I landed here who could do a bit of this and that. But this pilani life completely changed me , not that now I have super-mutant powers but I have super awesome friends whom I can die for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that this part of the life is almost over , which was better any of the Government&#39;s 5 year plans! : ) .. I seriously imagine , like any other BITSian , what would it be like waking up one morning and knowing you won&#39;t be waking up in your old-adorable-antique hostel room ever again, its a feeling I would certainly hate to have....and this would be the hardest one to dodge for sure!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/feeds/2169784945487804945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-not-easy-to-dodge-piranhas.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/2169784945487804945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/2169784945487804945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-not-easy-to-dodge-piranhas.html' title='BITS Piranha !!'/><author><name>Bandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097965793602588021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2dxOvvpwD-vtIcHY-UutdXPb9kUhiiyNGJx3AprdXQvzCY6iBbD-SxUbhkOonW0tyqMhEtk7ttWKiQO8Ka-S7_HYqlGNrSpUvfn7an-mHIwuj-2xxqgcNDu_DcIxyVQ/s220/39471_454696330708_294532_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsVYx_OIKahtEdh_J8o7EZxo-7XZiYvyewtapCJkAFIpglOe8MKVyFNtHXrgZzMtW5qsQW7-AmIPS7MWfQ2w6_9Gr3f8I6ChQFGICBtGSHOWhRxwOJlJLMTcNMUeszzmGVkl4D/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320009.post-2861401719322872070</id><published>2010-03-18T02:21:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-01T19:46:16.111+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cliche"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><title type='text'>Now What ?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis1Wju_lYnZCuL4wOSlMl1tFU7uBrG9z6npeilr9EyPdn5pSethHBq1a4fw2iwjdS9QGDN-imGQzOCs86CaQ6LQp6JVZHPw5pc9euDJPQyXVSKg5lB3mGzCWOAy4jN3VuNXP31/s1600-h/now-what1.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449723646327652626&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis1Wju_lYnZCuL4wOSlMl1tFU7uBrG9z6npeilr9EyPdn5pSethHBq1a4fw2iwjdS9QGDN-imGQzOCs86CaQ6LQp6JVZHPw5pc9euDJPQyXVSKg5lB3mGzCWOAy4jN3VuNXP31/s320/now-what1.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 221px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Almost every year since past few years this random thought comes to my mind about how stupid I was the last year! , this happens with blogging too. When I look back at my previous posts , I always feel I could have written it better , or how cool it would have been if I had rephrased it this way or that way and what not! , Infact this happens with me everyday , like when I get into an argument I generally opt to just keep my mouth shut , but I think of so many cool things I could have said to completely dismember someone&#39;s hard-earned dignity... !! :D&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So , generally , for lack of better things to do , I was thinking of other things which fit into this analogy.!.. Like when I am in my mentor&#39;s chamber , its generally expected as per God-knows-who&#39;s code of conduct to keep my mouth shut , ears open , a periodic affirmative motion of my head to make sure my mentor knows I&#39;m listening and a totally dumb &quot;aah..what?&quot; when I am suddenly questioned .! And then you come out of the chamber , thinking about all those geeky things you could have said to let your mentor know you&#39;re the right whiz-kid for his project or perhaps to get your name on the next publication.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this happens with me a lot. When I am about to go home  , I think about all the cool things I could do when I get there. Although the excitement is half-murdered traveling in a TATA Bus for almost 14 hours , by the time I reach home I am alive enough just to give warm hugs to mom-dad and siblings. So half of the time I thought I would invest in meeting old pals , watching TV and getting to know cleanliness better (..thanks to Pilani ) is brutally wasted in just...sleeping.! Half of the meals I eat at home are a break from my marathon sleep pattern, so I almost forget what I ate by the time I am in senses. And when its time to watch TV at night in that warm homely quilt , I think about how stupid it is to watch TV , I mean come on there&#39;s no buffering involved , everything is just plain simply running..how boring ! . .. So when I get back to Pilani , I am still thinking about all those things I could have done at home but didn&#39;t .. !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... And ya that reminds me of one more wanna-be analogy .I am sure , on the first day in Pilani , all of us would have roamed around campus and vowed to see the Museum one day ... which till today after more than four years is left untouched !!...sweet ! And I know atleast a dozen fat/tiny folks ( no offense to those who should take offense) who were once determined to shed weight or gain weight respectively but till date they have done nothing better than ....just look worse every new semester... :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We should probably give a name to this phenomenon , it happens with all of us right? , It sure does! .. Things we all wanted to do but didn&#39;t because we are just plain lazy or just not creative enough at the right time!! Hail psenti-semites and the wanna-be&#39;s!! =)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/feeds/2861401719322872070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2010/03/now-what.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/2861401719322872070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/2861401719322872070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2010/03/now-what.html' title='Now What ?!!'/><author><name>Bandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097965793602588021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2dxOvvpwD-vtIcHY-UutdXPb9kUhiiyNGJx3AprdXQvzCY6iBbD-SxUbhkOonW0tyqMhEtk7ttWKiQO8Ka-S7_HYqlGNrSpUvfn7an-mHIwuj-2xxqgcNDu_DcIxyVQ/s220/39471_454696330708_294532_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis1Wju_lYnZCuL4wOSlMl1tFU7uBrG9z6npeilr9EyPdn5pSethHBq1a4fw2iwjdS9QGDN-imGQzOCs86CaQ6LQp6JVZHPw5pc9euDJPQyXVSKg5lB3mGzCWOAy4jN3VuNXP31/s72-c/now-what1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320009.post-7596286240372854870</id><published>2009-12-19T17:21:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-01T19:47:38.601+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="America"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="india"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Problem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Solutions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="USA"/><title type='text'>Yahoo-ligans! ....and Symbolism!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD-5zMm_ejJiM8wY2vldCBlqY2eg5T826xqMG6xqjloAw9Sz4RPckFM3RjSaoBhuu2hG8dry6QS6Iwj8FK6uqeLkdzXYQUe34kb6CfbL0kTbBhpSsZOBro7n7jJUZZQH7XC-3x/s1600-h/protest.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417009886132963026&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD-5zMm_ejJiM8wY2vldCBlqY2eg5T826xqMG6xqjloAw9Sz4RPckFM3RjSaoBhuu2hG8dry6QS6Iwj8FK6uqeLkdzXYQUe34kb6CfbL0kTbBhpSsZOBro7n7jJUZZQH7XC-3x/s320/protest.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 281px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 320px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is now very apparent that the thin line between observing and then executing has been widening now. Even though all the cumulative efforts of the intellectual lot of the human race over the period of couple of thousand years were directed at more vivid and clear understanding of observation skills and the required actions, we have miserably failed to comply with it and have ended up being symbols.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is not only visible in world politics, public and social environments but also very much pervaded in our own lives. Being morally conscious has just become a part of wider symbolism. All our customs, traditions and religious rituals have become very symbolic in the sense that they all inklings towards the teachings of our prophets and the men we consecrate.In a very lucid sense, &lt;i&gt;we are all now what we were told that we are&lt;/i&gt; , when we were born and not actually what we are meant to be. We have adopted lifestyles and routines that are more rewarding and more lucrative during the time we practice them but they slowly turn into totally worthless habits of selfish desires when it all ends someday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I say &#39;we&#39;, I am not addressing anyone in particular but those who do understand what I have and will be saying..  are getting self-addressed here. The magic wands of our leaders in form of eloquent speeches serve the purpose of assuring the country men that we will eventually be safe someday, but they fail to execute it to the level where we start witnessing the change actually. The fault not entirely lies with them. When the sheep are all indifferent , the shepherd&#39;s authority is just a symbol of worthless power.I hope you understand about the prevalent symbolism in every human endeavor I am talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It exists in our lives , in our education system and every model that is attached to our lives. The protests and wars over country borders , state borders , separate independent extremist struggles , struggle for minority emancipation and struggle for much more are all part of a wider term called symbolic-protests. All these protests are real to start with , become horrible when violence chips in but end up being symbolic when they are not helped or their demands not realized as they should have. As they say &quot;One side&#39;s freedom fighter is other side&#39;s terrorist&quot;, so you are never sure which side is right, its relative . The two political sides pounce on each other and don&#39;t actually take into consideration for whom they are actually working,that is &quot;we&quot;. Talk about our own Government, even though things don&#39;t look that bad in the context of the present, but over a period of time, this so called democracy has just been a foul play.As I said in my previous posts, if you put worms and flies together and elect a beetle as their leader there is meant to be a chaos.In situation like ours, where our Government is concerned about the Maoists , the Telangana problem , the North Indian power struggle, the J&amp;amp;K border problem, the Gorkhaland problem, the Marathi chauvinism in Maharasthra , the Orissa and Gujarat riots, Arunanchal Pradesh border problem and the countless extremist organisations like RSS , VHP and Bajrang Dal who are venomous, India is a perfect potpourri. But it doesn&#39;t get worse even then , our prime minister still has the courage to deal with all these problems and still go to Copenhagen climate summit at Denmark and claim India will cut emissions. Like the poor care if India would cut emissions or not, they are smart enough to know that out of all that is possible , this is certainly not their revival plan. One way or another, India does not stand for highly popular three words &#39;unity in diversity&#39; , but it stands for a country still living with its cuts and wounds and would continue to do so as long as we have diversity.In this sense, diversity becomes our strength, it atleast gives us a reason why there are problems in India unlike other countries who have a single religion and closely bounded communities and still fail to prove &quot;unity in uniformity&quot;!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPxwfwziMRdDzl234ZaUCi3BISQC1pyHOrWgAfUsN2uOxn13Rcbypsn7EmrzVWJFI6py8i4jYSTYA8EybHp2C1Lshb-HQYbfChxnieLOc81nMlnbq0l9ToYlCiwJI75ioBRwzC/s1600-h/climate-change1.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417010448197957810&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPxwfwziMRdDzl234ZaUCi3BISQC1pyHOrWgAfUsN2uOxn13Rcbypsn7EmrzVWJFI6py8i4jYSTYA8EybHp2C1Lshb-HQYbfChxnieLOc81nMlnbq0l9ToYlCiwJI75ioBRwzC/s200/climate-change1.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 187px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Symbolism in the world is very prevalent, lets leave aside India. Take the United States, they stand for power, thats their symbol if India&#39;s is &quot;morality&quot;. So everything they do stands for power.Even in the recent COP-15 summit, USA was meant to dictate the terms at the table, Obama&#39;s symbolic great speech&#39;s were meant to influence the great leaders present. This symbolism of &#39;power&#39; has been existing even at the Israel-Palestinian border, Indo-Pak Border ,Afganistan  and Iraq . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem that the world faces today is that its too much of symbolism and no action. The governments know that the protesters will  ultimately tire down, some might even be killed but eventually nothing would happen, protests have become a &#39;symbol&#39; and actually do not influence Governments anymore, take the case of Maoists who are protesters-turned-militants. Take LK Advani&#39;s Rath Yatra through which he pervaded Hindutva through the lengths of the country but not making much sense since the country has five more religions!.. probably he forgot it and in order to appeal to the Muslims later, went to Pakistan and praised Jinnah!! Indian politicians eventually end up opening the Pandora&#39;a Box. Even in our own lives, though we endorse greener environment , we actually do not actively involve in it, we just support it like that would help, our thoughts have become &#39;symbols&#39; which are moral but eventually are failures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Symbolism in India has affected it much more than many other countries if I talk of. Symbolism combined with action is what we really need. A good example is Gandhi&#39;s Dandi March to make Salt , it was symbolic as it struck at the core of British economy and was obviously very practical. We may learn small and big things from life about relationship, society , cultures and more. But it makes no sense if we just follow our religions and our cultures just for the sake of symbolism, we have to live through them and carry them forward through actions, which was what I started this post with.If we want changes, we need our own actions and not mere protesting. You are not XYZ because you were born XYZ, if you don&#39;t like XYZ... you better be ABC , I don&#39;t care but then be an awesome ABC ..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicKWYrCZb3hJKcOSTanxRDg3H8V-MLZmDJVlPcP4zacNZF9Wl2V6HaSoUHoE3bpMIUrB3L-LLqVM0XLNVKlg_KxXToJXmvPKoglrKta0ZVrZvqyFu2jHJ_ywy5x0k_esZa00uN/s1600-h/smile.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Indians are known for their chauvinism ,love for bollywood (tolly , dolly, polly&#39;s included) , drop-of-hat vengeance plans,askance looks , leg-pulling tendencies , love for western culture and most varied ways of giggling. Now more than 60 years independent , we are still bounded , and because I am not a sanctimonious lecturer and I am still a callow young man , I am not going into details of it. All considerate and concerned bunch of Indians know this fact , that we are bounded. Being the largest democracy is in itself chaotic literally. Take a mosquito , housefly and honeybee ,put them together and appoint an earthworm as the leader , you have chaos.Our sensex is chaotic and only thing we are most concerned about is whats the current Rs. --&amp;gt; $ conversion , like dollar would be our perfect Elysian plan ,  our gateway to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;
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On our fresh mornings , when we wake up and look outside the window , we see something chaotic (Kids crying ,  15 different kinds of vehicles with 15 different kind of horns blazing) , and when we do that famous trick (Close your eyes , think of something good , open your eyes ,take a deep breath and everything looks just fine) , it doesn&#39;t work , what you see post-trick is 30 different vehicles with 28 different kind of horns and more kids crying.And all you do is take a deep breath and carry on with your day.&lt;br /&gt;
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The problem with India is the part where we all &#39;start&#39; thinking. We have got so much to defend that we have almost forgotten how to fight and take over something.Take for example Indian media , it shows you the best of the worst happening in the country and God do we like it !! .We absolutely love it when pigs fly  (H1NI) , we absolutely care about why the Khans of the industry are not getting along with each other , and we are so seduced by the the game of politics.What fun would it be if a leader campaigned , without fighting the opposition? , What fun would it be if Dhoni performs everytime ,at the end of the day , its Indian team , their performances should be chaotic! , Indian Team on a bad day can lose to Kenya , but its fine with us because we are used to it.&lt;br /&gt;
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We absolutely love it when western countries praise Indian software people.Obviously , if I had 10,000 people working for me even in Ghana , I will send them gratitude notes.Keep working guys , you are the cheapest available !&lt;br /&gt;
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The solution to all this and more lies in one simple idea: &#39;The Way We Think&#39; . If we had just stop worrying about debts , we wouldn&#39;t get more debts. Its like this energy flowing in this Universe , thinking about debts attracts debts , law of attraction. Or take for example &quot;I don&#39;t want any more terrorist attacks&quot; , the law of attraction starts working , you have more of them. Anti-war policies attracts more wars ,  it is very obvious the coming wars would be bigger and more debilitating. Indian techies have always been worried if US would , ever in future, start downsizing on Indian software people , there you go , its happening right now. But this law never works in the wrong directions always. We always thought (mostly because of our mindsets) , we can&#39;t have a stable Government in India , there you have it , Congress 10 years in power. Law of attraction doesn&#39;t care what you think , it just works . where your mind is.&lt;br /&gt;
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So how does it help India? , So if you understand what I just said , the solution is clear. Instead of worrying if China would take us over (which it already has, law worked!) , focus on strengthening India.Instead of worrying about terrorist attacks (and begging Pakistan ) , strengthen our security networks. Instead of worrying about rising prices , focus on alternative contingent plans.&lt;br /&gt;
The law is simple , wherever your focus is , it will happen. Its like the general attitude problem that some people have .If you worry about &#39;not being nice&#39; , you will end up hurting someone eventually.India needs an overhaul.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;I was once asked why I don&#39;t participate                                          in anti-war demonstrations. I said that                                          I will never do that, but as soon as you                                          have a pro-peace rally, I&#39;ll be there.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;-Mother Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Shall we start thinking better .....now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;font-style: italic; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;(Inspired through my reading of the book &#39;The Secret&#39; by Rhonda Byrne )&lt;br /&gt;
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href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbZB5vGcVJpReEQgxf2cGc4FzB8iv7D1-R_f7Yj4nrXwA0lgCg_q0Pxwj6x5x1DLBlx36_RryQA2k0xJd2HresTlfRhhkQbuefyXj5t-dy6KcjbZEe7doL_kxyC9OXbSMpB4fX/s1600-h/14.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 108px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbZB5vGcVJpReEQgxf2cGc4FzB8iv7D1-R_f7Yj4nrXwA0lgCg_q0Pxwj6x5x1DLBlx36_RryQA2k0xJd2HresTlfRhhkQbuefyXj5t-dy6KcjbZEe7doL_kxyC9OXbSMpB4fX/s400/14.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344546001762515266&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Wrapped in a polythene , tucked away safe in my mind, a little goodbye maybe or just a passing smile..&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5&lt;/span&gt; ,  Rajat and I were humming to the tunes of Coldplay&#39;s Yellow  followed by Summer of 69 and some popular bollywood numbers , the German Couple were not interested but our Trek guide was constantly giving cheeky smiles like he knew every song but wasn&#39;t in the right mood to sing them along. We were sitting at the back of a Government pickup jeep which gave us lift from Kunzum peak at 4551 m height towards Batal Village (3800m) . Kunzum pass marks the start of the beautiful Spiti Valley , we had trekked from Batal to Kunzum Pass , roughly 12 kms to visit a Buddhist Monastery over there.I always wonder how do these people survive in such wintry lands.But the feeling was great , we were low on oxygen throughout the trek and out of 5 of us , only 3 of us could make it to Kunzum pass as two of my buddies had to return back owing to bad blisters on their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir5RLSVHiqasSUQ_UDMLgyT_0EVmflknadORtLQVQ7IVhHyNUcGBHDm9hVkHQup-Y6aKmh18ZHMC-pCtQ54HyW0QNF27aU3jPIZrtayjBpgp5LiHJYKtAIs78_wtZQYzTY-mZO/s1600-h/1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir5RLSVHiqasSUQ_UDMLgyT_0EVmflknadORtLQVQ7IVhHyNUcGBHDm9hVkHQup-Y6aKmh18ZHMC-pCtQ54HyW0QNF27aU3jPIZrtayjBpgp5LiHJYKtAIs78_wtZQYzTY-mZO/s320/1.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344518347112363826&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kunzum Temple was a small settlement in a huge snow land consisting of the conventional stupas and a priest humming the holy verses. They were least interested in us , and continued witht their chores. We paid our homage to the sage and decided to leave the place as soon as possible , as we had promised the government jeep that we would return in 5 minutes. We sat in the pickup truck and met &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Ingo and Toro&lt;/span&gt; too , who were German couple living in India for last one year , and earned their income through a Guest house near Manikaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVdetmZvmbysb_tF59_WpfmR-bDWqJmypp9IeXj5VKqdh9Qc0LiMZo83UGcXruZNWADh-JLdQTp5QyYlHVsPC9X7_tYg3Kfpw_tLvA8PL1cGLwu6wxaFSwrJTYmBUDyHqdrMZ_/s1600-h/2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVdetmZvmbysb_tF59_WpfmR-bDWqJmypp9IeXj5VKqdh9Qc0LiMZo83UGcXruZNWADh-JLdQTp5QyYlHVsPC9X7_tYg3Kfpw_tLvA8PL1cGLwu6wxaFSwrJTYmBUDyHqdrMZ_/s320/2.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344520317090372050&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We returned to Batal at around 3 in the afternoon , after a breathless trek to Kunzum and then a gifted lift we got from the Government jeep. On our parting , I offered the German couple any help , they just smiled with a big thank you , then we dispersed into our tents we had setup on the night of Day 4. Many of the tourists were stuck at Batal as the roads from Batal to Manali was closed due to a glacier , so they lacked a proper shelter  , Rajat gave one of the tourists his sleeping bag , and we all collected some jackets we were not using for the night to the people.This night we were pretty tired and decided to rescind any plans of playing &#39;Poker In the Candle Light&#39; as we had been doing previous nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prateek along with me used to sleep in one tent , and Rajat, Nikhil and Sumit in the other tent. Before sleeping we used to light a candle to make the tent a bit warmer and comfortable , As the night&#39;s sleep slowly grasped me , I had a flashback of all the days we had spent on this Trek , the Day 1 to start with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Day 1 ( Chattru - 3300 m height)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBYoaR5PtXt04_wlCehxE86GCmtf4n2ilH1zXnUsOPKwJMBiaabBGeW0HfPPt7m-ZZnV2j8BwSPu40WDnbZCklCFgkOQe9DWXLauvRyUl0cJGnuJstS7L3aefUZXoWxTgIHJtg/s1600-h/3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBYoaR5PtXt04_wlCehxE86GCmtf4n2ilH1zXnUsOPKwJMBiaabBGeW0HfPPt7m-ZZnV2j8BwSPu40WDnbZCklCFgkOQe9DWXLauvRyUl0cJGnuJstS7L3aefUZXoWxTgIHJtg/s320/3.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344522915079283890&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We boarded a Taxi from Manali to a small Vilage called Chattru and decided to camp their for the night, we were pretty excited about the 17 km trek from Chattru to Chota-Dara which we had to start the next day. Prateek ,Nikhil and myself decided to peel some Onions sitting on the numerous striated rocks that walled our tents. Sumit gave us some handy tips on peeling! , he had most of the wisdom as far as coking was concerned , and was undoubtedly the &#39;cook of our Trek&#39; !! :P , But the Guide was equally helpful and we came to know about his skills in cooking when he along with Sumit prepared a delicious Rice-Dal meal for the night.It generally goes dark around 6:30 pm there , so we got into our tents quick before the chilly winds could thwart any of our plans. We discussed if the &#39;food&#39; we had bought was enough to survive for 10 days and decided to buy some Kerosene from the Village Dhaba in case our stoves run out of it.This was our first night , we were excited , eager and fresh.We played Poker for around 2 hours till our eyes gave in , and we went into our tents for our first night at the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Trek from Chattru to Chota-Dara , 17 Kms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipNv0Jk8C8urYJCn_8KIW3WB7SBY2dxXtLZ0uHC-JRguweOlQ9B4zokmQOybRIDmnJ5nsYvMHDYi22yseO-eeuQIFs4c0LBzwbyhSzNCOVMoexhN6BQxqXVfQP8BAlWJYiXp8l/s1600-h/4.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipNv0Jk8C8urYJCn_8KIW3WB7SBY2dxXtLZ0uHC-JRguweOlQ9B4zokmQOybRIDmnJ5nsYvMHDYi22yseO-eeuQIFs4c0LBzwbyhSzNCOVMoexhN6BQxqXVfQP8BAlWJYiXp8l/s320/4.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344525653049136754&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We started at around 10 in the morning after a simple Bread Jam Breakfast. The first few Kms of the trek were damn quick , the 10-15 kg rucksack that each of us carried seemes like a cotton bag for a while .It was after around 5 kms , that Prateek started having itch around his toe area , a sure indication of a future blister. Rajat was the only one who was walking without any problems. Even I started having problems with my feet , with land so barren and full of rocks , its difficult to avoid a blister or two. After around 7-8 kms , we sat for our packed-lunch which was some &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Chapati&#39;s along with Egg Bhurji&lt;/span&gt; , the stoppage was a well deserved rest as every inch of cloth on our bodies started seeming like a Kg each. Dragging around 12 Kgs of rucksack for 17 Kms was a mammoth challenge for each one of us, and by the end of it we were all so tired that we were worried for all the days that were to come. I had a severe Knee problem , that I had developed during my Long Distance running practices for BITS Athletics Team in my second year , Prateek had a really ugly blister , Sumit had developed digestion problems and mild fever , Nikhil had general tirednedd and Rajat was the only one looking good.We discussed during the night in our tents whether to start for the Trek the next day or not. I had made it clear , that if my Knee problem continued I won&#39;t be able to walk the next morning.Everyone was being pretty hospitable to each other and we decided to see how everyone was behaving the next morning to decided whether to trek for Batal or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC1Uo1CukMM-rD7NvifNZllZyI3hUUX5G7YM9N3yvsl6pkJluyJ3sf91veptschK2xiMSRM3X4SjyL3nm6pbIg2IjHIn9fYfWPZYLmqSBM28s8cmA1IPw4vA2jEKeCqLxjlQin/s1600-h/5.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC1Uo1CukMM-rD7NvifNZllZyI3hUUX5G7YM9N3yvsl6pkJluyJ3sf91veptschK2xiMSRM3X4SjyL3nm6pbIg2IjHIn9fYfWPZYLmqSBM28s8cmA1IPw4vA2jEKeCqLxjlQin/s320/5.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344528734039007746&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Day 3 ( Rest Day at Chota-Dara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I woke up , my Knee had developed bad pain and Prateek&#39;s Blister was looking worse , so we all decided to rest at Chota-Dara for the the day. I applied a lot of &#39;moov&#39; around my knee joint area and did nothing but rested in the tent for the whole day while others went around the place and clicked some beautiful pictures of the valley at 3500 m above sea level.After a promising day of rest , and all hopes for the next day retsing on me and Prateek , we ate some Rice for the night and rested for the night after a long round of poker :) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNXDvfJNXdH8rfIc2QETnhXd6MkHMkmnTZyE7qmdR84nmZNsIuWSJVbpp8e5MEeH7w6uygvgg03YKveUqEmhVlWA_vcMo79XBTez0PuIDq8xQAl9HAOjIJ8JUc-QDF5bUi7est/s1600-h/8.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 176px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNXDvfJNXdH8rfIc2QETnhXd6MkHMkmnTZyE7qmdR84nmZNsIuWSJVbpp8e5MEeH7w6uygvgg03YKveUqEmhVlWA_vcMo79XBTez0PuIDq8xQAl9HAOjIJ8JUc-QDF5bUi7est/s320/8.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344533353208471826&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Day 4 : Trek from Chota-Dara To Batal ( 15 Kms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard that a pickup truck goes every morning to transport labour from Chota Dara to a point where the road from ChotaDara to Batal was blocked which was roughly 8 kms from Chota Dara. So we got ready by 9 in the morning and started waiting for the truck , in the meantime we had a clicking session during which we posed all we could :P , and also clicked a Team pic , consisting of 5 of us , 2 porters and 1 guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk3bgSSzdUvcUsr2jonljkiq0eDPIMazElTkGCvdQujw1z00AN71flRYDczcOS_xYhM-DhTrJ0_GzSfKw8z02XJcAAcFpPaXVRq2P5WVEVTjxjHHZ2585S_sMF3TMT7CdAnC1W/s1600-h/9.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 190px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk3bgSSzdUvcUsr2jonljkiq0eDPIMazElTkGCvdQujw1z00AN71flRYDczcOS_xYhM-DhTrJ0_GzSfKw8z02XJcAAcFpPaXVRq2P5WVEVTjxjHHZ2585S_sMF3TMT7CdAnC1W/s320/9.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344535107390972194&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the Trek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truck had dicthed us , after an hour of waiting , we decided to walk all by ourselves , we were fresh from wounds and were still very fragile. I was all the way hoping my knee troubles wont come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6X28v_ZFaSHca3Fr6poHKjYQHSYyILMgxxQxU94scqumz26XsgFpazhWkFHj03dxa1PwNfeEgOwKeV0nUBvKTzfTMTCJscz_QKckwCkSGuPk62V2imDphWAJsxAKrrIaXumBk/s1600-h/10.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 204px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6X28v_ZFaSHca3Fr6poHKjYQHSYyILMgxxQxU94scqumz26XsgFpazhWkFHj03dxa1PwNfeEgOwKeV0nUBvKTzfTMTCJscz_QKckwCkSGuPk62V2imDphWAJsxAKrrIaXumBk/s320/10.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344537157798899458&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After three hours of walking and roughly covering 6 kms , we were lucky to get a vehicle on our way which was going towards the Batal till the point where the road was blocked. So the driver agreed to drop us till that point for 200 bucks , we quickly packed our luggage into the jeep and sat on top of it. This was one of the best moments of the trip. After a day of rest , and sunken hopes , we were back to trekking instead of the bad knee pains ,blisters and running fevers.The journey on top of the jeep was amazing , on my left was a deep valley and I was clinging to the jeep carrier with just one of my hands , it was wild , and next part of the trek was to be more challenging , we were to walk on the snow for a couple of Kms which was majorly the part of the road which was blocked. We were the first trekkers of the season to successfully pass through the frozen snow to reach Batal as all the previous tourists , mostly in vehicles had to return due to road block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXjdfKr5SENwFBgt-cENW7wDweb-jNVuAMPF1OeRbO0VLpaqr9mPmFmpr4E-sNbF8OVZyzp3eXi9NOwa2qKIByHHck3CveC2sL1TLQjDoNf3vlDxn5uRFgGN_oomfrisXUUep7/s1600-h/11.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 326px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXjdfKr5SENwFBgt-cENW7wDweb-jNVuAMPF1OeRbO0VLpaqr9mPmFmpr4E-sNbF8OVZyzp3eXi9NOwa2qKIByHHck3CveC2sL1TLQjDoNf3vlDxn5uRFgGN_oomfrisXUUep7/s320/11.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344540193057928802&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After walking for around an hour in snow , we decided to sit for lunch.Moreover , our feet were damn cold due to cold water seepage into our shoes , thanks to the good sun shine , I was able to dry my shoes , otherwise my feet had felt like a frozen toe kept inside a freezer :P , After much needed rest , we covered the last 5 km stretch non-stop , with me and Sumit leading the rest. I reached Batal 10 mins before everyone else :) , and it was sweet success after all the previous day drama , Batal was a lonely planet with no human around except the Dhaba wala , and a guy from Chandigarh who was stuck there due to road block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;Back to Day 5&lt;/span&gt; ... ( Batal to Kunzum Peak Trek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to know that Chandertal Lake road was blocked due to heavy glaciers on the way , so our guide took us towards Kunzum Peak which was at a higher altitude than Chandertal Lake , now we were trekking towards the Spiti Valley , after walking through almost whole of the Lahaul Valley. Spiti Valley can be easily recognized by barren mountains with no greenery whatsoever , somewhat like the popular Ladakh Landscape. Spiti Valley is known for its devout Buddhist population. So out of 5 of us , Prateek and Nikhil returned half-way as their blisters had made it an utter pain to walk , leaving me , Sumit and Rajat to walk along with the Guide towards the Kunzum Peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmNRjR2g7AJil3WEl-51HKgzA7Y-fQN0wE99IF5XmUw8TSBeIMC45OtTfRz6wAIOmWHaRtCI1K5fjsfgh8oFwbbtKwrg6NJs2FzQMagwPZtwFf_hdCWmcAVvReSG99QD3-SIng/s1600-h/12.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 479px; height: 198px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmNRjR2g7AJil3WEl-51HKgzA7Y-fQN0wE99IF5XmUw8TSBeIMC45OtTfRz6wAIOmWHaRtCI1K5fjsfgh8oFwbbtKwrg6NJs2FzQMagwPZtwFf_hdCWmcAVvReSG99QD3-SIng/s400/12.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344542755158230402&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here oxygen was a major problem , the shortcuts that Guide provided us with took most of our breath away. I could hardly walk a couple of steps before I had to regain my breath again. Even the feet were giving in  , Sumit was also facing breathing problems but the Guide seemed immune to any sort of breathing problems. So very slowly but steadily we moved towards the Kunzum peak which was always visible from far due to the colourful flags that adorned the Buddhist Monastery at the top.But reaching there became a terrible hard work for all of us. Occasionaly , we used to find ourselves stuck inside soft-snow and glue-like mud , sometimes the slope was so steep , we didnt even had time to stop and regain breathing , so through hard and tough , we kept walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPd0DAOUIfgktQc_t2gCgdYXy0dqh7j5Pw11CGMlzztPL00BatO4HTPpoxnGaztv8rd8khiCmnogfbDW9UzPZV5fhpsZnyyYtxe_7RIC704n_QQtZnxgnCdoj097IIK7NuOCLq/s1600-h/13.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPd0DAOUIfgktQc_t2gCgdYXy0dqh7j5Pw11CGMlzztPL00BatO4HTPpoxnGaztv8rd8khiCmnogfbDW9UzPZV5fhpsZnyyYtxe_7RIC704n_QQtZnxgnCdoj097IIK7NuOCLq/s400/13.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344543992884289058&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On reaching Kunzum , we were met at the peak by a Govt. official who was inspecting the roads , and offered us lift back to Batal , it was here we met &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&#39;Ingo and Toro&#39;&lt;/span&gt; , the German couple who had come from Laso (Spiti) and were stuck at Kunzum , so the Govt. Jeep was a welcome relief! , the German couple then accompanied us all the way back to Manali , taking lifts along with us , I had a healthy talk with them during the trek and came to know they lived a complete nomadic life in india , and next they plan to move to australia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes and saw myself in the bedroom of a Hotel at Manali , last 7 days were like pure challenge and I again remembered my favourite moment of the trip , Rajat and me humming the tunes of &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Coldplay&#39;s Yellow ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxKVcNlhyphenhyphenJqOky1VP5WceTYnfHbL73DaCSyPKUqY9CKrYetWJzwMIL934RGjVE3T2TZlyX0BSpoyd5csec6Jc-x8zRhBHlQbkAHejQuHk7MlyE1SWSx2gaoyCZk_UocHL0y5n_/s1600-h/d.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxKVcNlhyphenhyphenJqOky1VP5WceTYnfHbL73DaCSyPKUqY9CKrYetWJzwMIL934RGjVE3T2TZlyX0BSpoyd5csec6Jc-x8zRhBHlQbkAHejQuHk7MlyE1SWSx2gaoyCZk_UocHL0y5n_/s400/d.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344547227650874242&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Badle raaste jharne aur nadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; Badle deep ki &lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 255); text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-weight: 500; font-style: normal;font-family:Arial,Verdana,Sans-Serif;font-size:14;&quot; class=&quot;IL_LINK_STYLE&quot;  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;tim tim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; Chhede zindagi dhun koi nayi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; Badle barkha ki rim jhim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; Badlengi rituen ada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; Par main rahungi sada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; Usi tarah&lt;/span&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/feeds/3734727157538628561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2009/06/lahual-and-spiti-valley-travelogue.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/3734727157538628561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/3734727157538628561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2009/06/lahual-and-spiti-valley-travelogue.html' title='Lahual and Spiti Valley || The Travelogue'/><author><name>Bandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097965793602588021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2dxOvvpwD-vtIcHY-UutdXPb9kUhiiyNGJx3AprdXQvzCY6iBbD-SxUbhkOonW0tyqMhEtk7ttWKiQO8Ka-S7_HYqlGNrSpUvfn7an-mHIwuj-2xxqgcNDu_DcIxyVQ/s220/39471_454696330708_294532_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbZB5vGcVJpReEQgxf2cGc4FzB8iv7D1-R_f7Yj4nrXwA0lgCg_q0Pxwj6x5x1DLBlx36_RryQA2k0xJd2HresTlfRhhkQbuefyXj5t-dy6KcjbZEe7doL_kxyC9OXbSMpB4fX/s72-c/14.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320009.post-4767596571075746050</id><published>2009-05-10T07:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:43:25.757+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In a Flick Of My Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9bdQR2d64w4jrSCqWOSfo2ErYSA4Ep9wvJAveRki5wbkFzDAC2KWis8VqerE-z3oiTFPvN0JxmDgHxFjKaONuy8RnWe1d0bFdlp684x3Jx6w4j_l6pItVqRkaihFMa_uhfLwq/s1600-h/2957996624_f802f74f45.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9bdQR2d64w4jrSCqWOSfo2ErYSA4Ep9wvJAveRki5wbkFzDAC2KWis8VqerE-z3oiTFPvN0JxmDgHxFjKaONuy8RnWe1d0bFdlp684x3Jx6w4j_l6pItVqRkaihFMa_uhfLwq/s200/2957996624_f802f74f45.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334010839478223058&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don&#39;t follow me , I am lost too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are moving in circles into a never ending abyss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don&#39;t cheat me , I am engrossed too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have been doing this to each other for so long now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don&#39;t call my names on lazy afternoons&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we could have been like curled hairlocks in mornings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don&#39;t open my door again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have been changing locks to it for ever since&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don&#39;t pray for my wellbeing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have been endlessly confessing it to the Gods above&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don&#39;t fall right in my arms ever again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have been catching each other forever since...&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/feeds/4767596571075746050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-flick-of-my-eye.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/4767596571075746050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/4767596571075746050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-flick-of-my-eye.html' title='In a Flick Of My Eye'/><author><name>Bandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097965793602588021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2dxOvvpwD-vtIcHY-UutdXPb9kUhiiyNGJx3AprdXQvzCY6iBbD-SxUbhkOonW0tyqMhEtk7ttWKiQO8Ka-S7_HYqlGNrSpUvfn7an-mHIwuj-2xxqgcNDu_DcIxyVQ/s220/39471_454696330708_294532_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9bdQR2d64w4jrSCqWOSfo2ErYSA4Ep9wvJAveRki5wbkFzDAC2KWis8VqerE-z3oiTFPvN0JxmDgHxFjKaONuy8RnWe1d0bFdlp684x3Jx6w4j_l6pItVqRkaihFMa_uhfLwq/s72-c/2957996624_f802f74f45.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320009.post-3988265197153219676</id><published>2009-05-09T01:14:00.025+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:33:33.728+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All I could remember from last four years..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; 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href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVs6JpDUKePCa_okLTeN0LNI1l4bOyOCJZVrENvYPTMMvQwAmA3j6XCYT8ZGkS0OSmsPTdpX9NyKJmppCt5c0HjM4il_GpJZlZH4Ui0CIgD5vdhyphenhyphenWCbDe-Cu1zsFOGkFoFz-72/s1600-h/tb_mecsek_yellow_flower.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVs6JpDUKePCa_okLTeN0LNI1l4bOyOCJZVrENvYPTMMvQwAmA3j6XCYT8ZGkS0OSmsPTdpX9NyKJmppCt5c0HjM4il_GpJZlZH4Ui0CIgD5vdhyphenhyphenWCbDe-Cu1zsFOGkFoFz-72/s400/tb_mecsek_yellow_flower.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324207497773739458&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;If skies will remain blue forever ,the voices shall speak and smiles would aver..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;&quot;&gt;then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I thought~~,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;If it was even this much true , atleast the smiles will continue forever~~..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The differences shall dissolve, the cause would be yours atlast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A sudden ray of hope smiled through the lips and said this one might&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; be the last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Is it an enigma or a vicissitude of my own existence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Blurred ,yet walking , a thorough penance~~..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;And the days go by like they always do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Dawn to dusk ,from dryness to dew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I succumbed to the faith that I&#39;d put in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;A &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;sudden end&lt;/span&gt; to what could have been something new..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A memoir that would fade into neverending~~..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in the &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Wind&lt;/span&gt; of all that&#39;s been said and done before..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ll wish that we were something more&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/feeds/1731271057621671361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-days-go-by.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/1731271057621671361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/1731271057621671361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-days-go-by.html' title='Days Go By'/><author><name>Bandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097965793602588021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2dxOvvpwD-vtIcHY-UutdXPb9kUhiiyNGJx3AprdXQvzCY6iBbD-SxUbhkOonW0tyqMhEtk7ttWKiQO8Ka-S7_HYqlGNrSpUvfn7an-mHIwuj-2xxqgcNDu_DcIxyVQ/s220/39471_454696330708_294532_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVs6JpDUKePCa_okLTeN0LNI1l4bOyOCJZVrENvYPTMMvQwAmA3j6XCYT8ZGkS0OSmsPTdpX9NyKJmppCt5c0HjM4il_GpJZlZH4Ui0CIgD5vdhyphenhyphenWCbDe-Cu1zsFOGkFoFz-72/s72-c/tb_mecsek_yellow_flower.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320009.post-827426887833978798</id><published>2009-04-04T22:13:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:12:02.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When everyone takes a day off..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMXhVo9VrIQK9mWtK3UfPrc2VoaNq_oE7bwa6DPJ7E-KNv91PmDcja5t-RMMAjJzRlQUDevWYv0iUkeOi2VHcnxTAWaNZe9DSucWI5VR3ul6ik9jMjFWFwwouQswpHU6n2hAq_/s1600-h/385800917.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 232px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMXhVo9VrIQK9mWtK3UfPrc2VoaNq_oE7bwa6DPJ7E-KNv91PmDcja5t-RMMAjJzRlQUDevWYv0iUkeOi2VHcnxTAWaNZe9DSucWI5VR3ul6ik9jMjFWFwwouQswpHU6n2hAq_/s400/385800917.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320878525294220386&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Talking about potential , endurance and a plan.There is always one of these we need to propogate smoothly through these lives of ours. A sudden blink of an eye when that sharp beam of sun-ray pierces through our sensitive vision , or an occasional scream when something brings chills down our spine , we are delicate right from where we start and where we plan to end. In the middle of commercialism and behind black-shaded sunglasses , we are aware.Aware that there is something you fear , something you would avoid just to maintain an image of yours , something you know you are not good at , something that keeps you surfaced . A voice often speaks within each of us , telling us there is a lot of truth we don&#39;t know , a lot we can&#39;t comprehend , a lot we aren&#39;t meant to know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Few days back , on another of the frequent trips , I planned to dive out of the raft like I used to do at the municipality swimming pool during school , only difference was that it had been years since I swimmed last and the water was freezingly cold. With life boat around , the fear wasn&#39;t swanning around much , plus I knew how to swim. I saw others diving one after another , it was sort of cool , everybody oscillating with the water contours and the waves, until I decided to try out swimming along with the water current and maybe cross the raft , nothing was planned , it was just one of those childish urges you get when you dive into known domains. Few minutes on , I stopped to get some of the breathing back , it had been more than a lot of minutes since I was swimming arduously. Soon to my knowledge, I couldn&#39;t get my breath back , the life jacket was a bit too tight , I carelessly loosened some of the jacket straps so that my lungs could take in more but the problems increased , with no motion below, my legs were freezing . I soon realized its not a bad idea to dive into waters with a life jacket , but it is definitely not advised to swim ( with proper technique) with/against the current at low temperatures . #1: Lower temperatures require more effort from the body per activity. #2 Blood regulation slows down , you need more breathing per inhale when you tire down at low temperatures. I immediately started cycling with my feet without moving upper body, I knew this old trick from my coach (whom until now I considered to be useless) ,  the friction between water and body keeps the blood going plus I loosened up the straps a little to get back my breathing.It worked and I could sustain myself till the raft could reach me and pull me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Seven years back , family planned a trek , 20 km long , once way. So basically I have this problem of digesting stale food (.. dont laugh , some people can..) , so all the paranthas that I ate from some &lt;/span&gt;dhaba &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;were basically not planning to metabolize soon , they all started coming up. And the problem was I was in the middle of a trek , already 9+ kms from the start and moreover , I was feeling weak , it was cold plus every single step that I took ,killed a lot of my strength. I came across a vendor , took some glucose from him , and started taking it in small doses , till I mentally felt , the thing was affecting me somehow. But the fact was , all other people , were a lot behind me , and no one knew #1. I was feeling weak and pukish. #2. I use to tire out like hell after few metres of trek. So what I did was what I invented there and then. If I breath through&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my mouth like all tired people do , I tire more. Inhale through the nose , take in as much as you can , exhale it when you are taking the heavy elevation steps, always works while trekking , it has been working for last many years , you walk more , tire yes , but slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;A lot of what I learnt in past few years infact never knew could come back to me in situations never expected. As some say , God will leave you at places , where no one can come and help and all you can do is scream , it can be a night before exam when you know nothing , it can be a helpless stare when you are left wondering , or it can be a song , which loops so many times on your audio player , that you feel utterly helpless getting it out of your head. As I said in the beginning &quot;In the middle of commercialism and behind black-shaded sunglasses , we are aware.&quot;. . ..Answers speak through situations and God puts you through them to know whether you are game enough for the next level..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Image courtesy : Assassin&#39;s Creed (PC Game )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/feeds/827426887833978798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-everyone-takes-day-off.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/827426887833978798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/827426887833978798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-everyone-takes-day-off.html' title='When everyone takes a day off..'/><author><name>Bandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097965793602588021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2dxOvvpwD-vtIcHY-UutdXPb9kUhiiyNGJx3AprdXQvzCY6iBbD-SxUbhkOonW0tyqMhEtk7ttWKiQO8Ka-S7_HYqlGNrSpUvfn7an-mHIwuj-2xxqgcNDu_DcIxyVQ/s220/39471_454696330708_294532_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMXhVo9VrIQK9mWtK3UfPrc2VoaNq_oE7bwa6DPJ7E-KNv91PmDcja5t-RMMAjJzRlQUDevWYv0iUkeOi2VHcnxTAWaNZe9DSucWI5VR3ul6ik9jMjFWFwwouQswpHU6n2hAq_/s72-c/385800917.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320009.post-5347969491300350309</id><published>2009-03-25T16:55:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-26T02:05:25.285+05:30</updated><title type='text'>|| Avant Garde ||</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjahgpkzwZ1C6YGYW_zo7uRIUBBn8x7HOoBJTKemQnf1jA3wxYTME0UosZDEqRkpdemDdEYWzld3NVVPMXJBLON674C1OEShuav12Q-fIRvaHu-WPcnwEqpmj68YT9LDULVjfK2/s1600-h/images.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 114px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjahgpkzwZ1C6YGYW_zo7uRIUBBn8x7HOoBJTKemQnf1jA3wxYTME0UosZDEqRkpdemDdEYWzld3NVVPMXJBLON674C1OEShuav12Q-fIRvaHu-WPcnwEqpmj68YT9LDULVjfK2/s400/images.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317226054397225298&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always fantasized by the limits a human body can go to. I have always loved people who have done extra-ordinary things with their ordinary lives. I am not such a follower but I am a good absorber . Its amazing how somethings you thought that were not possible , were done right in front of you . I am almost sure everyone , like me , would have idolized/adored someone at some time. And from my good little experience , I have seen people change , majorly because they started emulating someone else&#39;s characters for the good. I have seen myself change too , numerous times.But its always good to become better than the previous you, atleast in your own perception. It always feels good redefining yourself , even though the results are not that readily available , but as they say its all in the mind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;There is a difference between &#39;not being yourself&#39; and &#39;absorbing goodness in others&#39; &lt;/span&gt;, by the time you have learnt something good about someone , and you make it a point to start believing it in your life, the end product should still be the real you unlike in many cases , I have seen , people lose themselves , get lost and come back to know that they missed a part of themselves for a while. The thing about us humans , is that we have a good feedback system , but its very temporary , unless you are extra careful . Because everytime we have done a mistake , we still reproduce it sometime later , until you are really badly affected by it and repeating it would rip off a major happiness quotient in you. But still the best thing is , our buffer , we always have new mistakes that we can make when we are not making many. &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I guess mistakes are really second chances , even if they don&#39;t seem that way at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the past few days , I was pondering a lot over something. All through my life , I used to believe that in the whole span of reality , dreams come by like special small roles , but then there are times , when you are so badly attached to something , that when you know its time to part soon , the reality of the event happening seems like a dream . The whole paradigm shifts , realities feel like a leverage that you carry along with yourself so that whenever someone real asks you what you are, you can showcase it. In between dreams and reality , lies the transition periods that are so transient , they do not matter , but the fact is a lot of human character is revealed through these transitions . No matter how modern you are , no matter how sweet your friends tell you are..and no matter what brand shoes you wear.. what you really are depends on these transitions , when you know you will leave something you are comfortable with , to be with something you might not be comfortable with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;From so many ways to live your life , choose the one which gives you the least time to think over the transition periods .  From so many ways to pray , choose the ones which has the least number of demands ,from the ways to smile , choose the ones which has ubiquitous freshness in them and from so many ways to be friends with someone , choose the ones which requires least materialistic proof . From so many ways to fall in love with someone , choose the one which makes sure that she never comes to know about the sacrifices you have done for her and the nights you haven&#39;t slept in the process. Life is more fun and meaningful when you speak precise , ponder more , care greater and sleep good . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/feeds/5347969491300350309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2009/03/avant-garde.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/5347969491300350309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/5347969491300350309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2009/03/avant-garde.html' title='|| Avant Garde ||'/><author><name>Bandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097965793602588021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2dxOvvpwD-vtIcHY-UutdXPb9kUhiiyNGJx3AprdXQvzCY6iBbD-SxUbhkOonW0tyqMhEtk7ttWKiQO8Ka-S7_HYqlGNrSpUvfn7an-mHIwuj-2xxqgcNDu_DcIxyVQ/s220/39471_454696330708_294532_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjahgpkzwZ1C6YGYW_zo7uRIUBBn8x7HOoBJTKemQnf1jA3wxYTME0UosZDEqRkpdemDdEYWzld3NVVPMXJBLON674C1OEShuav12Q-fIRvaHu-WPcnwEqpmj68YT9LDULVjfK2/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320009.post-5996383732251706241</id><published>2009-02-20T00:32:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-20T02:05:01.067+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Soul In a Bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYhFUbP9W0jJ0cq4ResrUH9bU75hndFVNWzC91yimoct8IRMGvCuVqPdwIetSb4KFiRthbfGJT3zX3sIpvP1nbbxy5z1sM9QLDosWW_ymkEp3WVTQ9xBfNu0Hjdt5vTnHfn8ui/s1600-h/Clipboard02.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYhFUbP9W0jJ0cq4ResrUH9bU75hndFVNWzC91yimoct8IRMGvCuVqPdwIetSb4KFiRthbfGJT3zX3sIpvP1nbbxy5z1sM9QLDosWW_ymkEp3WVTQ9xBfNu0Hjdt5vTnHfn8ui/s320/Clipboard02.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304592258063972338&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;As the small traces of life sprayed upon your dead lifeless stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;The sudden rush through my veins slowly amalgamated with the poised air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;When the winter began , I was still ineffable in your smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Amidst the naked trees ,  the fallen maple leaves canopied for miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;If I had one wish ,  I would run away from all the shine and grandeur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Till I reach the door to your eyes , and then in you I&#39;d wander...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/feeds/5996383732251706241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2009/02/till-sun-loses-its-shine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/5996383732251706241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/5996383732251706241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2009/02/till-sun-loses-its-shine.html' title='Soul In a Bottle'/><author><name>Bandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097965793602588021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2dxOvvpwD-vtIcHY-UutdXPb9kUhiiyNGJx3AprdXQvzCY6iBbD-SxUbhkOonW0tyqMhEtk7ttWKiQO8Ka-S7_HYqlGNrSpUvfn7an-mHIwuj-2xxqgcNDu_DcIxyVQ/s220/39471_454696330708_294532_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYhFUbP9W0jJ0cq4ResrUH9bU75hndFVNWzC91yimoct8IRMGvCuVqPdwIetSb4KFiRthbfGJT3zX3sIpvP1nbbxy5z1sM9QLDosWW_ymkEp3WVTQ9xBfNu0Hjdt5vTnHfn8ui/s72-c/Clipboard02.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320009.post-6831084318814661706</id><published>2009-02-07T23:27:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:13:49.931+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Algebra of &#39;Two&#39; Sides</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsCmUzl8yKfMkcGyIFCOvU0Xwvyjyo78Q7-tzsF-zwmQFxBFUC3qBz1BbAXoHXZX4UTQeRkRx8ZR03OS7GPPExCwBSAf4jIHjQWH5vW-s80rdlHyy74dHJSOwcv1-LBJkIkSMq/s1600-h/images.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsCmUzl8yKfMkcGyIFCOvU0Xwvyjyo78Q7-tzsF-zwmQFxBFUC3qBz1BbAXoHXZX4UTQeRkRx8ZR03OS7GPPExCwBSAf4jIHjQWH5vW-s80rdlHyy74dHJSOwcv1-LBJkIkSMq/s320/images.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300328864819886354&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot; ;font-family:&#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; &quot;&gt;There was  a scene in the movie &#39;The Motorcycle Diaries&#39; , in which the main character swims across a river which segregates the people who are &#39;cured&#39; from the people who are &#39;affected&#39; by leprosy , so that he can celebrate his birthday on the other side of the river with the ones who are suffering. This act changed his life forever , whatever he thought about himself was wrong.There was an intervention from the surroundings which changed his lifestory forever . And instead of going back to his home down south , he stayed there and fought with the ones who were affected. The &#39;once a tourist&#39; now became one of them .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; &quot;&gt;There was a lady in 1400&#39;s , she used to work in farms for most of her life. Very non-entity , she played no role in her area&#39;a politics . One day she had a vision from God ,a divine intervention that she should lead her country&#39;s army. All other options tried and failed, the leaders of the country decided to hand over the control of the army to her.She went on to turn the tides of entire battles before her 18th birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; &quot;&gt;There was one more guy , in North America , lived almost the same time as the character of &#39;The Motorcycle Diaries&#39;  and he had a strong inspiration from his own community&#39;s battered souls,he went on to fight for civil rights , equality and freedom for all especially the culturally destitute. He ended up on similar lines as Gandhian way of working out things , that is with non-violence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; &quot;&gt;All three of them were born in different continents , were assassinated and had interventions , some divine , some cultural and some were self-motivated. The first one is now a youth icon , second one was canonised and is now sacred to christianity and the last one went on to become the youngest noble laureate of his time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; &quot;&gt;If all of the above was an interesting read , well my benign welcome to the rest of the post. Because whats coming next would be even better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot; font-style: italic; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;We live in times in which every &#39;today&#39; is a fight for a better &#39;tomorrow&#39;. And none of us enjoys the &#39;better tomorrow&#39; , because then next day is also a fight for a better &#39;day-after-tomorrow&#39;  , in the process , long and tedious we forget to enjoy the present. But obviously there is something complete opposite , last three lines didn&#39;t make sense for us as students. We have no tomorrow or today , we have tutorials! , a monday ,a tuesday and then a thursday maybe (combinations change with individuals)  , a good tutorial is a &#39;better today&#39; , a bad one means a fight for a &#39;better tomorrow&#39;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot; font-style: italic; font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;There are pretty depressing things about our good lives. We as extravagant future visionaries are vagabonds! , we have been moving from one place of learning to another , every few years and at the end , we want jobs not entirely related to 95% of our academic life. As I had said in my previous posts and as lives around me go on cementing my beliefs further ,it is infact true that the sole aim is to grow richer kids. Well if you don&#39;t believe me , think .. Think why your parents have been working hard , and why you are supposed to work hard , and how in future , you are going to teach future generations to work hard .This goes on pretty smoothly till an economic slowdown comes and takes along all the hardwork down the drain. So somehow , even if everything seems in control , there is an uncertainty travelling along like a monstrosity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot; font-style: italic;font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;So what are you?  ..a by-product of world&#39;s great plan to earn money?  Certainly not , Why should we? , We are humans , we have feelings , We are a carnage of multiple moods !.. Lets simplify this , we are a talent pool , we are feelings coupled with our talents , we compete , we evolve , make friends in the process and give them birthday gifts!... right? , social planetarians!  , right from the day we used to get &#39;stars and chocolates&#39; from our junior school teachers to the day we get a good grade from professors, we are same.We want good remarks , we want satisfaction and a social circle. So I think finally now we are moving in the right direction. Now we know what we are.Generalists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot; ;font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;Lets come out of this now  , enough of human psycho-analysis , the three people I talked about before dragging you into the lengthy italics blabbering  were Che Guevara , Joan Of Arc and Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;There is a contrast between a Generalist ideology I have put in italics and the lives of these three. They weren&#39;t Michael Schofield of Prison Break , or some Heroes &#39; protagonist .They all were killed/assassinated early in their lives , Joan Of Arc wasn&#39;t even 20. These three have appealed to me a lot in the sense that they define a new meaning to &#39;age&#39; , it doesn&#39;t matter how many years you go on to live. Make sure you do something in as little time , and be remembered for it for manifolds your years of existence. As more and more of us are being dragged into this economy crazy society , urbane approach , we are being made to forget the fight we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;Come on , how many of us have ideas of making sure the day we start earning , we will , with all our academic knowledge , will go on to solve nation&#39;s problems. Very few. Actually the thinking of 90&#39;s is archaic now , we actually don&#39;t have enough water , fuel and food to support the whole of population , plus we are losing on so many species , and still all we want is to be future CEO&#39;s of a multistoreyed building.So what are you going to do about it? , Italics Generalist Approach , or learn from the &#39;three&#39; ? If I have been even a bit inspirational in my way of communicating the message , I had be more than satisfied. I am still not taking sides or blaming anyone.I have the options listed in front of you.Choose yours while I choose mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;=======================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;P.S I have got two more interesting reads for you : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.stwing.upenn.edu/~jenf/writing/rant04.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Nice Guys Finish Last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt; from the Wharton Journal and a new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://greyfabric.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Poem Entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt; on my other Blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/feeds/6831084318814661706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2009/02/algebra-of-two-sides.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/6831084318814661706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/6831084318814661706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2009/02/algebra-of-two-sides.html' title='The Algebra of &#39;Two&#39; Sides'/><author><name>Bandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097965793602588021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2dxOvvpwD-vtIcHY-UutdXPb9kUhiiyNGJx3AprdXQvzCY6iBbD-SxUbhkOonW0tyqMhEtk7ttWKiQO8Ka-S7_HYqlGNrSpUvfn7an-mHIwuj-2xxqgcNDu_DcIxyVQ/s220/39471_454696330708_294532_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsCmUzl8yKfMkcGyIFCOvU0Xwvyjyo78Q7-tzsF-zwmQFxBFUC3qBz1BbAXoHXZX4UTQeRkRx8ZR03OS7GPPExCwBSAf4jIHjQWH5vW-s80rdlHyy74dHJSOwcv1-LBJkIkSMq/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320009.post-4785470010347921587</id><published>2009-01-16T08:59:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:44:09.598+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Deja Vu&#39;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; 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style=&quot;font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; &quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJHLt4Nu8K5abrikUd331D1ZhsNZMLoN4auSi8Z1o1RkeTE_KdsBWrx9UqYbx1bauN7qzRAfVW4xA3ZrxzATAB8hpkQS8xNHJ6YQVGqtczpT0xLXLdixYTqqD4heM4J3rLWA2a/s1600-h/starwatching.png&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&quot;It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJHLt4Nu8K5abrikUd331D1ZhsNZMLoN4auSi8Z1o1RkeTE_KdsBWrx9UqYbx1bauN7qzRAfVW4xA3ZrxzATAB8hpkQS8xNHJ6YQVGqtczpT0xLXLdixYTqqD4heM4J3rLWA2a/s1600-h/starwatching.png&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt; does feel like abundance when you have nothing left to show,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Below I saw so many silhouttes , I almost fantasized them to be me.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being an undergrauate for so many years isn&#39;t much of a fun experience to share . I think all of us agree to a good extent that at any particular college , you have limited things you do to kill time besides academics. Just to throw some light on what I&#39;d just put forward , you know the usual things like , going for a dinner to the same place with almost the same group , chatting all night long (even extending to the next morning) about topics that have been talked about before , going to classes and coming back in the evening pretending to be tired , then bugging friends about stuff ... then maybe listen to your favourite song whenever you have time and simulataneously transcending through time with a plethora of feelings. Its all repetition , a cycle , and it goes round and round as long as you remain at this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emotions apart , you have that thing at the back of your head , that little glot , the insecurity of what future will be like.Each one of us has it , some are confident enough to smoothly travel thorugh tough times , some of us reluctant enought to share ... At my stage , and like many others ,we are very concerned about how the world feels like , Yes the world , it has a feeling attached to it now. The minute there&#39;s a terrorist attack , no matter how many zillions of miles away some carnage takes place, it does affect our lives too , we are now Global citizens , if economy of some nation suffers , you suffer.In every case whatever is the world &#39;health&#39; is like ..in some very indirect way it affects our lives too. And in a very good way , we are all ruled by money , now , when I say that I never mean that we are all money hungry douche bags , I just mean that we all need money , at some point of time in life to sustain , attract partners and grow even richer kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the deja vu&#39; that becomes an important part of our lives , infact lives of many like me , stuck in this weird place becomes irritating is a very lucid manner.You know like nothing is forced upon you , but we all are travelling by the same ship , we were born here , we were never forced to board it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now when I have almost a few months left in my bag to finish this &#39;being an undergraduate&#39; feeling , the feeling which has left me with some repetitive thoughts  , with repeptitive activites , I am almost glad this is going to happen soon. But like every human , I am also touched by it , the repeptitive college life is infact what we all yearn for.When we came here , we hated the change of leaving home , and now when we leave ...we will hate it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humans! &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/feeds/4785470010347921587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2009/01/deja-vu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/4785470010347921587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/4785470010347921587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2009/01/deja-vu.html' title='The Deja Vu&#39;'/><author><name>Bandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097965793602588021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2dxOvvpwD-vtIcHY-UutdXPb9kUhiiyNGJx3AprdXQvzCY6iBbD-SxUbhkOonW0tyqMhEtk7ttWKiQO8Ka-S7_HYqlGNrSpUvfn7an-mHIwuj-2xxqgcNDu_DcIxyVQ/s220/39471_454696330708_294532_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDCrPhqsSuK8NHSZgDIxwLTFK85etye-FUvZ6aQ1oCSDdy_qwm6EHJ8cLAGMMLaZmLM9JNQnp_vA6vRIlb-9wS0ZJ1bS1HuBB_wqATXoV634z_FK91SO7CryXWtx1YFVRY7g5j/s72-c/20080426f17r1024x744.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320009.post-9204933168442205607</id><published>2008-12-20T22:51:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-25T12:08:13.281+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bad"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="good"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hide and Seek"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Imogen heap"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moral"/><title type='text'>[Life]  : The Good | The Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixTIzQKPEsvPLCYeGMph4rxxG7urY0Gp61m9_1Zl3lt9UQsfx_-f2dRIdEi2eTk2wm7dkhAvotfVWX3f166UBhaN19aBGPEh2lZXE5m4VOFJWmCW1ekp78-64g-YoW-f51frBM/s1600-h/303070191_1881c13cf2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixTIzQKPEsvPLCYeGMph4rxxG7urY0Gp61m9_1Zl3lt9UQsfx_-f2dRIdEi2eTk2wm7dkhAvotfVWX3f166UBhaN19aBGPEh2lZXE5m4VOFJWmCW1ekp78-64g-YoW-f51frBM/s320/303070191_1881c13cf2.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281941885223975410&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Sometimes small things in life give you bigger and better smiles , its like those high gain Amplifiers that I was learning about the whole last 6 months , but ironically you can&#39;t design for better smiles in your life like you can do with amplifiers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;If you ever thought about your life as a 10 mark CBSE Board question , I would answer it right now by writing some shit straight out of my brain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;The Good Times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little appreciations by close friends , the random thought of your favorite song lines doing a live performance inside your head , the girl you love talks to you or just gazes at you for that nanosecond eye contact giving your average day a look of a rock concert, a semi-lazy day when half your brain wants to daydream and other half waits to become the first half , that extra chat after everyone has left the room with your closest friend , feeling like a superman on a fresh morning followed by batman ... spiderman.. and ending your day just being a human .. , having those typical gossip sessions where everything gets exaggerated resulting in endless laughs ... tummy aches and not so needed ab-development! , roaming on empty roads of an unknown place at a time when no one comes out , eating at your favorite place and basking on every food bit like you won&#39;t be back again , a sudden shiver down your spine when you hear your favorite beats and you end up being your funniest at your expressions and dance steps , times when you have been really stupid , childish and all those adjectives that you never wanted to be associated with ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;The Tough Times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you found out time ran you out , and it has been doing it ever since you started running with it , when you never had an idea that things you owned started owning you , friends you loved to be with left without being with you , girl you thought about atleast once a day could pass days without you , the things you are good at came in the way of learning the things you weren&#39;t good at , when you care about your close ones more than anyone else does to their own loved ones , when you find a greater comfort in a child&#39;s eyes than the ones within your age group , when you think that life isn&#39;t a fair deal and it treats everyone differently , when you know almost everything can give you pain and you have to chose what&#39;s worth the pain ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;The Moral Lessons..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;When your faith in God strengthens every time He ditches you , when you have stood tall in every tough time , so that when happier times come you are better than before.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;One day you will finally know you should stop asking for things from God because what he can give is always way more than what you can ask for.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Where are we? What the hell is going on?&lt;br /&gt;The dust has only just begun to fall,&lt;br /&gt;Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Spin me round again and rub my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;This can&#39;t be happening.&lt;br /&gt;When busy streets a mess with people&lt;br /&gt;would stop to hold their heads heavy.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;-Hide and Seek , Imogen Heap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/feeds/9204933168442205607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-small-things-in-life-give-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/9204933168442205607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/9204933168442205607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-small-things-in-life-give-you.html' title='[Life]  : The Good | The Bad'/><author><name>Bandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097965793602588021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2dxOvvpwD-vtIcHY-UutdXPb9kUhiiyNGJx3AprdXQvzCY6iBbD-SxUbhkOonW0tyqMhEtk7ttWKiQO8Ka-S7_HYqlGNrSpUvfn7an-mHIwuj-2xxqgcNDu_DcIxyVQ/s220/39471_454696330708_294532_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixTIzQKPEsvPLCYeGMph4rxxG7urY0Gp61m9_1Zl3lt9UQsfx_-f2dRIdEi2eTk2wm7dkhAvotfVWX3f166UBhaN19aBGPEh2lZXE5m4VOFJWmCW1ekp78-64g-YoW-f51frBM/s72-c/303070191_1881c13cf2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15320009.post-3927029129796451449</id><published>2008-11-08T22:11:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:44:22.030+05:30</updated><title type='text'>[Life] Evolution That Killed God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Have you ever heard a God&#39;s prayer? Absolutely not. No one does , I couldn&#39;t . Listening to God&#39;s words and views is beyond the human comprehension. And why should I talk about it anyway? God is such a boring topic to start with . I bore you off , you don&#39;t come to my blog again , classifying it as a JAB (Just Another Blog) . Rather I should talk about &#39;who got committed&#39; and &#39;who broke up&#39; on campus . I know a couple of pairs , I do , but I keep myself alienated from such spicy and dramatical turns in life , but why should you care? , actually you do . Everyone of you cares about what goes on in others lives. If you don&#39;t , you are a selfish snob , or perhaps ,just a lazy bastard. Ahh..! that came uninvited ha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAq50JJtqBEuRDHUF0inj6BnWE9YVX6-iioNeEfrWK7_OAIKp3mwtUC7nSjxIc5o5q8fTS-psEIx6qIk3SBYr5NBhbOAhhCz246Ozza9hV5MOsRsrDL7ChXWIzUXZ_Rl1jhe_I/s1600-h/Clipboard01.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAq50JJtqBEuRDHUF0inj6BnWE9YVX6-iioNeEfrWK7_OAIKp3mwtUC7nSjxIc5o5q8fTS-psEIx6qIk3SBYr5NBhbOAhhCz246Ozza9hV5MOsRsrDL7ChXWIzUXZ_Rl1jhe_I/s320/Clipboard01.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266341703354256034&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a God. One for each , but only one . All of us do loosely spoken prayers before the crux situations , handling God the toughest of problems.We haven&#39;t evoluted in that sense. In fact &#39;evoluted&#39; isn&#39;t even a term that should be used here in this context. Maybe we have lost &#39;monkey&#39;s tail&#39; in the course of evolution , and lost much of our body hair to the Polar Beers. But evolution is not taking place now , it won&#39;t , this is the last phase . Whats the use of evoluting on a planet that is becoming more and more fragile. None of us are planning to work for the planet , so why should the planet care ? This God&#39;s creation , a 7-day magic show should be mortalised . Infact we should dump God in a Jar and look at Him through the Glass , and let our Grandchildren see Him. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Let Him see , how stupid we have become and how less important He has become.&lt;/span&gt; . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Soaked and Drenched in The Midnight Rain ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;You say you know everything , I have known pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;You never stood at the Window during the blackest nights,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I saw a blacker You surrounded by Holiest Of Knights...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;So that I can do my part today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;and trust you to handle tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Let me ask for smaller things this day ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;till I have something new to borrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/feeds/3927029129796451449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2008/11/evolution-that-killed-god.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/3927029129796451449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15320009/posts/default/3927029129796451449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsbj.blogspot.com/2008/11/evolution-that-killed-god.html' title='[Life] Evolution That Killed God'/><author><name>Bandan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097965793602588021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2dxOvvpwD-vtIcHY-UutdXPb9kUhiiyNGJx3AprdXQvzCY6iBbD-SxUbhkOonW0tyqMhEtk7ttWKiQO8Ka-S7_HYqlGNrSpUvfn7an-mHIwuj-2xxqgcNDu_DcIxyVQ/s220/39471_454696330708_294532_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAq50JJtqBEuRDHUF0inj6BnWE9YVX6-iioNeEfrWK7_OAIKp3mwtUC7nSjxIc5o5q8fTS-psEIx6qIk3SBYr5NBhbOAhhCz246Ozza9hV5MOsRsrDL7ChXWIzUXZ_Rl1jhe_I/s72-c/Clipboard01.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>