<?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-2585525837121876569</id><updated>2024-09-25T05:47:51.392+02:00</updated><category term="DSLR"/><category term="Dharmasthala"/><category term="Ettina Bhuja"/><category term="Kapila"/><category term="Photography"/><category term="Wrong routes"/><category term="apple"/><category term="big bang"/><category term="canada"/><category term="christmas"/><category term="existence"/><category term="extraterrestrials"/><category term="history"/><category term="ipad"/><category term="music"/><category term="orchestra"/><category term="swami narayana temple"/><category term="time"/><category term="toronto"/><category term="wishes"/><category term="zero"/><title type='text'>mEmoIrS of a mAD maN..</title><subtitle type='html'>BeWAre!!! Posts here may not make any sense to many or any.. Watever u see here r purely my opinions may be biased or indifferent. &#xa;&#xa;&quot;I&#39;m dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest... Honestly. It&#39;s the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they&#39;re going to do something incredibly... stupid.&quot; --Jack Sparrow</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722083036394266422</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/AVvXsEhTrtZ3weFq8TgU2OA8eSd8Ygy6jB9-BWogdqGQtBTHPuUreY3PPP55rl8yA9-biepPXXskM9lnufjmOVxQnoj5Pzy4YveaIQw6SvqgyxAa2gkYSlhu5ZuyFlLTecRCvg/s220/orrrkut.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585525837121876569.post-7547327511187840234</id><published>2011-01-15T12:30:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T12:54:22.136+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="apple"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ipad"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="orchestra"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wishes"/><title type='text'>Apple Orchestra</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #ffcc33;&quot;&gt;Apple Orchestra....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #ffcc33;&quot;&gt;Technology reaching beyond imagination...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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She said I love you but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.&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;The other woman that my wife w anted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.&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;&#39;What&#39;s wrong, are you well,&#39; she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a sur prise invitation is a sign of bad news. &#39;I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you,&#39; I responded. &#39;Just the two of us.&#39;&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;She thought about it for a moment, and then said, &#39;I would like that very much.&#39; That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous.&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;When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel&#39;s.&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;&#39;I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, &#39;she said, as she got into the car. &#39;They can&#39;t wait to hear about our meeting&#39;. We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady.&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;After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&#39;It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,&#39; she said. &#39;Then it&#39;s time that you relax and let me return the favor,&#39; I responded.&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;During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation - nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other&#39;s life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.&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;As we arrived at her house later, she said, &#39;I&#39;ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.&#39; I agreed.&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;&#39;How was your dinner date?&#39; asked my wife when I got home. &#39;Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,&#39; I answered.&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;A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I cudn&#39;t do anything for her.&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;Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.&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;An attached note said: &#39;I paid this bill in advance. I wasn&#39;t sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.&#39;  At that moment, I understood the importance of giving our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till &#39;some other time.&#39;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/feeds/8929370070826286567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2585525837121876569/8929370070826286567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/8929370070826286567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/8929370070826286567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/2010/09/date.html' title='A Date!!'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722083036394266422</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/AVvXsEhTrtZ3weFq8TgU2OA8eSd8Ygy6jB9-BWogdqGQtBTHPuUreY3PPP55rl8yA9-biepPXXskM9lnufjmOVxQnoj5Pzy4YveaIQw6SvqgyxAa2gkYSlhu5ZuyFlLTecRCvg/s220/orrrkut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585525837121876569.post-3347421094437247391</id><published>2009-10-01T06:40:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T03:07:29.131+02:00</updated><title type='text'>deLfT ExpeRIenCe!!! [To be contd]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;People, Its been 6 months since my last post. Its 5AM in the morning and this post which was long over due will be out today in any case. Was at a party till now. Not sure how long I can stay awake, have a class @ 8:45 in the morning. Even though I&#39;ve not changed much in last 6 months my co-ordinates surely have changed. Am in Delft now chasing my dream, pursuing my Masters @ TU Delft, The Netherlands.&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;Netherlands&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;&#39;s famous for dairy product, especially for cheese.. Yeah I know everybody would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb-9BNkSKw_Zhyphenhyphenhdt4PjndpvM6BbOp79xwNqNguQsrcXlnN7RPMuiBSaPH8Y6YVeH8ikxuj2i39-XSOPzQDNCUCZVnkRR-ePBrgry_tRYHSG3f5BcKcIL49h8Ts0Bnzn0s1n3uVav02H4X/s320/P8220048.JPG&quot; style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 155px;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388915505901349986&quot; /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;know this. Talking about the people here, they are very straight forward. If they don&#39;t like you they would tell it right on your face. If they cannot do something they would say they can&#39;t do it. &#39;Will try&#39; &#39;may be I&#39;ll do it&#39; are not the part of their responses. Dutch are very very punctual. 15:00 is always 15:00 and not 15:05 for a Dutch. Dutch male/female are athletic, very tall and strongly built. Females are really attractive.&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;Enuf of the place..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Am liking being back as a student again. Its lil bit different this time compared to my Bachelors. New friends, new place, different mode of teaching, new ways of tackling problems, different lifestyle etc etc etc....&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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; font-weight: bold; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;DelFT??&lt;/span&gt;&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;For the people who don&#39;t where D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;elft is, its in The Netherlands. Ring any bells? Holland!! n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&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 style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;e had informed them about our flight]. Still, that was a nice feeling. Hadn&#39;t heard from any of my friends where they were received by the people from college on their arrival at the place. Then we were taken to our college stall [a small setup by TU Delft] where we were greeted by the faculty/International office members. We did get a backpack filled with food and drinks. Also, we received keys to our apartments. This part of the &#39;introduction week&#39; program was called &#39;meet and greet&#39; program.ow? Orange coloured T wearing cricket team in the world cup..? Did you get it already? If still having a problem please get a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;map or revisit your middle grade geography classes. :) Netherlands is a  Dutch speaking nation. Delft is a small city. In fact, very small. All the cities here are kinda miniaturized as country itself is pretty small.. Know what? you can travel across the country in train in just &#39;3&#39; hours. It must be as big as Goa.. As far as the history goes, most of the Netherlands was submerged under the water. So these people pumped the water into the ocean, constructed a barricade and have brought the land up. That why you&#39;ll get to see canals running all over the places in any city in Netherlands. Marine technology is very much advanced here and its one of the most sought after course.&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;It was 20:00 hrs when we lan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;ded in Amsterdam. Another half an hour before we collected our luggages. Would you believe if I say that there were personnels from college [TU Delft] to receive us @ the airport. Yes, I&#39;m not kidding. There were 2 seniors [students from 2nd yr Masters program] wearing TU Delft T-shirt and campus tag holding a placard waiting for the new students. It felt good to having been received by the college. They even knew when/how many of us were coming [Of course w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&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;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Introduction week???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&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 style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;What&#39;s this introduction week, you wonder? Our first week in Delft [till Aug31st starting Aug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; 22nd] was termed &#39;Introduction week&#39;. During this week we didn&#39;t have any classes but we had lotsa activities. This week indeed tur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzy8ev0NW3XlJ8-JT1M0SR5tJv-rJu9Rof52PHvWcRzp36bkiXcIQ77Zpf7Ehj38HzoPDBSXK297VUl6QfkH2bdvlMCPbD24JpVUDd17Ne0uQlF1ryC4aQQ0DqzSg2dThXqAFwh3xvy72c/s320/P8230082.JPG&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; &quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388910443711444578&quot; /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;ned out to be &#39;introduction week&#39;. I did meet lotta people. I met my country men/women &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;and people from other parts of the world. This provided the needed opportunity to know people especially from other nations whom we wouldn&#39;t have talked to or would have taken som-time to talk to. You can say it was a week for socializing.&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;What really happened that week? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;All international students were divided into different groups, each of 12 students. Care was taken that no two students from same nation ended in same group [Of c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;ourse its not possible to have this configuration maintained for all the groups as Chinese and Indians dominated the international student population]. Each group had a mentor who was a second year Master student. There were events like salsa workshop, Dutch food tasting, city market tours, Quick fix food, DJ nite, Live band plays etc etc.... There were sessions organised to explain about the  usage/working of health/hospital facility in Netherlands and in Delft, session on presentation skills, Belbin theo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-C3PkilRKZQzFbYwR9k2FBhvOlt-qASqOqCwumro3BcnQ3fz87Qy6jRPKcTb5BrVQ2Yb1nYJT39U1I-7wzptBxxLEhUOsaw3VweVOY0j45JlUVibD-QjG8f-wHSKuAlUdKIeI-4KkKU_K/s320/P8260143.JPG&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px; &quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388911797306923010&quot; /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;ry and Hofstede theory. Sports session was conducted to display the range of sports/games our Sports club facilitates.&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;Then we were given a topic on which all the group members were asked to discuss and do the presentation or play act or a video or compose a song. The topic was &#39;Multicultural differences&#39;. This&#39;s when we really got to know about the things that were never common in India but they were in other places. It was a fun exercise [Of course it got boring when we were to discuss the same thing for hours :)]. We did make short videos bout the differences in traffic rules and the public&#39;s mentality about the traffic in different nations and embedded them in slide presentation.&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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; font-weight: bold; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Great place for over all personality development&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3hmT63lNukF2epCWr8J80PLZjMGsd371e8iH30Q7I48aO0aFab3rOY-JX_5w-mQRjznHvCBDYmhmMnfjKQLoeVhjR2GUfD5pJqMJvuWc-89APxOSxXwrgXCmy56L6L3wM8fj1_1dfEjaQ/s320/P8220071.JPG&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; &quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388912674156201986&quot; /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I was amazed to see the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; range of sports that I can train myself in for a very cheap price. Training in games like f&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;encing and golf are rarely seen in other universities. Not interested in Sports but interested in cultural activities then TU Delft has something for you too.. Cultural center supported by TU Delft is pretty good. Want to improve your writing skills, improve your oratory skills, wanna be a good story teller, wanna tap you feet to Salsa, wanna impress your girl playing guitar or your guy by playing drums, wanna know how to click good photos using your crappy camera? Then cultu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;ral center is the answer for you. You can get trained in any/all of these by being a member at a throw away price.&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;Are you a geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;and not interested in any of the above then TU Delft is a place for you too.. How?? TU Delft is one of the very few universities to have the following&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Sophisticated nano science labs to develop nano structures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Class-1000 foundry to fabricate your IC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Wind tunnel to test the plane you design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Research nuclear reactor to observe the cause-effect at sub atomic levels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Very good relationship with the industry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Top notch professors in certain fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Really sophisticated and advanced researc projects going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Be a geek or wanna enjoy while you learn, TU Delft is the place to be [Might be one of the, but for me it is].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&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 style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;To b cntd.... Dunno whn :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/feeds/3347421094437247391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2585525837121876569/3347421094437247391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/3347421094437247391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/3347421094437247391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/2009/09/delft-experience-to-be-contd.html' title='deLfT ExpeRIenCe!!! [To be contd]'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722083036394266422</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/AVvXsEhTrtZ3weFq8TgU2OA8eSd8Ygy6jB9-BWogdqGQtBTHPuUreY3PPP55rl8yA9-biepPXXskM9lnufjmOVxQnoj5Pzy4YveaIQw6SvqgyxAa2gkYSlhu5ZuyFlLTecRCvg/s220/orrrkut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb-9BNkSKw_Zhyphenhyphenhdt4PjndpvM6BbOp79xwNqNguQsrcXlnN7RPMuiBSaPH8Y6YVeH8ikxuj2i39-XSOPzQDNCUCZVnkRR-ePBrgry_tRYHSG3f5BcKcIL49h8Ts0Bnzn0s1n3uVav02H4X/s72-c/P8220048.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585525837121876569.post-4435491399685531800</id><published>2009-03-12T21:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:24:04.614+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Str8 4m d NURV...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;[&#39;I&#39; in the following post not only applies to me i.e. Ajay but all those who feel that it talks about themselves]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Its not new for me to question myself every now and then about the number of hours I do nothing useful in a day. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I wonder I realise that most of my day goes useless. Time spent in traffic, tea time in office, lunch break, time spent in non sense talks, ogling at the idiot box [&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; most of the time I don&#39;t realize what I watched] and sleeping dead for long hours are some of the activities that are not so useful and not necessary sometimes take up most part of the day. If time spent in these are summed up for the entire life I would live [assuming I would die @ 60] it would result in a staggering time-number. It &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; sum &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;upto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; 25years of my life span. It like 40% of my time is going useless [not that rest 60% goes very useful]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;There are &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;Lotta&lt;/span&gt; things around us that need &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;immediate&lt;/span&gt; and most of our attention failing to do so might result in a bleak future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;For example: Indian politics. I talk about how bad our politics and politicians are, talk about the loop holes in the system, corruption happening, talk about slow progress, wrong policies by the govt. But what so funny is I just talk and talk and talk. And the worst part is I know that &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;nothing&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; gonna change if I just sit here and criticize about all these and do nothing about it. Its like a &#39;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Barking dog&lt;/span&gt;&#39;. The bark will diffuse in thin air and the things move on as they were. Either I should quit criticizing and accept the reality or should do something to change the things. Sitting and blabbering/criticizing [just to convince people around me that I know something] won&#39;t do any good other than adding &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;upto&lt;/span&gt; to the time I spend useless. I don&#39;t have a voter&#39;s ID and I never voted. So its very silly of me to blame a person who &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;wins&lt;/span&gt; in a election and comes to power to do nothing but just eat up nation&#39;s resources. Either I should have voted against him or should have chose whom I believe would do something if not everything or should simply shut up and accept what follows an election. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;I know for sure that I am in a better position to feed &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; one hungry soul 2 days a week. But I never did it. I neither contributed to an orphanage or &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;NGOs&lt;/span&gt; or any such funds that would help poor/poverty ridden/ downtrodden. Its so selfish of me. I justify my act saying that I don&#39;t trust these organisations and the donations I make would never reach the needy. Saying this I don&#39;t even help the needy directly. What a crackhead I am. I am surely not going to take anything with me when I turn into ash or decompose into the earth. I don&#39;t understand why is this crave for materialistic life. There&#39;s absolutely nothing wrong to have a desire of materialistic life but also there&#39;s nothing wrong in donating something after or during the process of achieving my materialistic life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;I am safe and I would not be there to witness the consequences of global warming so I need not worry is such a cheap&#39; thought. Why should future face the consequences of my &#39;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;kriya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot;&gt;karmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&#39;? I need to realise this and should contribute the tiniest to reduce the global warming. Least I can do is to reduce the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_14&quot;&gt;deo&lt;/span&gt; usage. I need not drive a 4-wheeler to office when I&#39;m traveling alone. Car pooling is always a better option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;These are few of many things that need my attention and I spend 25 years of my life just doing nothing. Its so shameful. Worst part is I realise all these and still don&#39;t do anything about it. I shouldn&#39;t blame on things when I know that I can change those things [if I act] but I&#39;m just lazy enough to do anything to change them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/feeds/4435491399685531800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2585525837121876569/4435491399685531800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/4435491399685531800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/4435491399685531800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/2009/03/str8-4m-d-nurv.html' title='Str8 4m d NURV...'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722083036394266422</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/AVvXsEhTrtZ3weFq8TgU2OA8eSd8Ygy6jB9-BWogdqGQtBTHPuUreY3PPP55rl8yA9-biepPXXskM9lnufjmOVxQnoj5Pzy4YveaIQw6SvqgyxAa2gkYSlhu5ZuyFlLTecRCvg/s220/orrrkut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585525837121876569.post-2609991207750780784</id><published>2009-03-06T21:30:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:44:02.888+01:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Palace!!! Trek to Kalhattigiri falls.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAIw3dlw4U0n3XFg4ynuksZ-pYEcon2z0g79LpsQFLgiZWseXwpBcAeEQQ3w9DWy6qTiNFInl2C9YCpVpECZtsnFURT3uFqHBVScMPZDF1RHHMMzjTARJ2fyBNEXMzNaZOcoW3QTwG6c7b/s1600-h/pano.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 615px; height: 110px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAIw3dlw4U0n3XFg4ynuksZ-pYEcon2z0g79LpsQFLgiZWseXwpBcAeEQQ3w9DWy6qTiNFInl2C9YCpVpECZtsnFURT3uFqHBVScMPZDF1RHHMMzjTARJ2fyBNEXMzNaZOcoW3QTwG6c7b/s320/pano.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310865660788313554&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;It was 3 weeks since we were in &#39;so near and yet so far&#39; situation, again we were ready for another exciting, exhilarating and exhausting trek. This time our Jack Sparrow wanted to trek to Kemmangundi from BabaBudangiri [Both in &#39;Chicka&#39;magalore di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;strict in Karnataka]. The route was unknown and captain wasn&#39;t even sure of the existance of the trail. We booked tickets [KSRTC- &#39;Volvo&#39; this time:)] from Bangalore to Chickamangalore for Friday night. Journey lasted for around 300 minutes and we were in Chkmglre by 5AM on Saturday. There are no direct buses to Budangiri from anywhere I guess.. There&#39;s only one bus from Chkmgl to budangiri which leaves whenever the driver feels like placing his ass on the driver seat. The bus usually le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;aves around 7:30AM [if its full else god knows] and probably will make 2 trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;s in a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;We had lotta time to kill before the bus moved but all of us wanted to reach budangiri ASAP so that we could avoid trekking in the heat of the noon. So we looked for alternatives like Jeeps or taxis. Budangiri is around 35 kms from Chkmglr [Road&#39;s gud but ro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;ute&#39;s bit curvy and hilly]. It was too early to even find a Jeep. We had to wait till 6-6:30 AM. In the m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;eanwhile Rikshaw guys offered us their service of dropping us in budan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;giri. They were kidding I guess. Imagine 4 people in a rickshaw traveling 35kms i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;n the route which would take a jeep easily 90 minutes even when road&#39;s pretty decent. We would have had to push the rickshaw through 75% of the route. Then a Ambassador guy offered h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;is service and we laughed @ his offer saying him that its was impossible for him to take all seven of us in that car. We thought it was just not possible. But, for our surprise the car could accommodate all of us. We had to shell out 600 bucks for the drop. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: right; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Trek B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;egins..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;We reached Budangiri at 8:20AM. Weather didn&#39;t require us to wear any jacket or sweater or whatsoev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;er. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Even at that altitude &amp;amp; not too late in the morning it wasn&#39;t even near to cold. Good for us but it meant that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;noon will be hotter and would make our trek tiresome and we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtEI3NYc6SaDWYZTNDq-lsyoFfAPX-pGNYRfgsWH472Hl6Jag_s1iEXJxagVigmoJaWU23WTA0EpdtdS9nLB42VAFf8yjMZJ1aNq_uqt-Rzy0p6x2-dFebU3VSau5NaMH6HHQ-GlmtNkXJ/s1600-h/IMG_2048-1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 177px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtEI3NYc6SaDWYZTNDq-lsyoFfAPX-pGNYRfgsWH472Hl6Jag_s1iEXJxagVigmoJaWU23WTA0EpdtdS9nLB42VAFf8yjMZJ1aNq_uqt-Rzy0p6x2-dFebU3VSau5NaMH6HHQ-GlmtNkXJ/s320/IMG_2048-1.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310871763762107346&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;would get dehydrated sooner. It was a beautiful view from budangiri. We could see mountain ranges and clouds far below us. We felt like we were on top of the whatever... We started following the trail not exactly trail but a road till it ended. It was around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;3km walk I guess. This walk ended with a lake [man made] &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;a small temple next to it. There was a pole and a huge grinding stone next to the temple smeared with red coloured fluid. We all guessed it to be blood of an animal which was offered to the god. People find some or the other reason to build a temp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;le and kill animals. Actual road or trail ended here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;The place was all barren with patched of forest, that meant no shade!!! It was 9:30 when we left the lake &amp;amp; temple. Since w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaWs3_Bd87qOofhWNdXI3VrzbbmAXWT3EgOHrn5enfZ0qkII4J1f5j6EbjlbmW4eHTzBHJ_GGNflTyfxQWAxKjMBYEtFARz4UlQCMOgwNl-6L6Xq2mAOYKeEm-Fxo3Li3M9OP_HCx_FQAz/s1600-h/IMG_2061.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 226px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaWs3_Bd87qOofhWNdXI3VrzbbmAXWT3EgOHrn5enfZ0qkII4J1f5j6EbjlbmW4eHTzBHJ_GGNflTyfxQWAxKjMBYEtFARz4UlQCMOgwNl-6L6Xq2mAOYKeEm-Fxo3Li3M9OP_HCx_FQAz/s320/IMG_2061.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310872310053395618&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;e didn&#39;t want to lose out on time all of us decided no to take a dip in that lake which was dirty with mud. We were headi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;ng to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt; top of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt; Kalhattigiri falls where we would camp for the night. The nearest landmark to this was a PALACE. Yes, you read it right &#39;A Palace&#39;. It was king Ashoka&#39;s summer pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;lace. It was a 7 floored palace with white marble f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;inish [Thinking of Taj Mahal... Hold on to your imagination], huge fountain at the entrance &amp;amp; a beautiful multicolored chandelier. Ok, ok, will come back to palace later. We headed in the direction of the palace based on inputs from captain Jack and 2 other commanders in control of the mission as they were here at this place once before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;We walked for a km or two when we saw a trail. This trail would be harder to find if anyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;e visits during winter or rainy season as the land would be covered by pretty long grass. It was dry and was burnt when we were there this time. So it was relatively easier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;for us to figure out the trail. We walked for couple of hours before we could hit a stream. We rested for few minutes and had let some protein sneak into o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;ur stomach [Oat meal bars, high energy bars, protein supplements etc etc.. :)]. We started again and it was already around 12pm and few of us were hungry and were waiting to reach the pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;lace and then the camping site so that we could call the trek off for th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;e day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Now back again on trail I was des&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;perately waiting to have a look at t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijkYjqLkB5HIXvjuj7m9oTA4XtwXGXGDJe0pNMrViSkzLOeJnwnZGo6g-QRmuaCwVW58u__tzSN1drhUb4LWNkjV7WjY9DiHTEOc0WLxD_mAj6Z-4s43pVWnoksPgqsmP7LVHb6ybdUjpl/s1600-h/IMG_2109.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 120px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijkYjqLkB5HIXvjuj7m9oTA4XtwXGXGDJe0pNMrViSkzLOeJnwnZGo6g-QRmuaCwVW58u__tzSN1drhUb4LWNkjV7WjY9DiHTEOc0WLxD_mAj6Z-4s43pVWnoksPgqsmP7LVHb6ybdUjpl/s320/IMG_2109.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310870200989021458&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;his palace. We saw our trail turning right. &#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-size:85%;&quot; &gt;After turni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-size:85%;&quot; &gt;ng right we would see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-size:85%;&quot; &gt; the palace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&#39; said someone who had been to this place already. We were relieved. We took the right curve and at last we saw it.. The PALACE.. There it was standing tall and strong with white marble finish &amp;amp; beautiful fountain.. Did you really believe when I said that? Non sense.. in a place like this where there&#39;s no proper trail you shouldn&#39;t expect a palace with chandelier... :) Even thou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;gh it wasn&#39;t a palace as per my description we were very relieved to see something closer to civilzation after walking for 4-5 hours non-stop under scorching sun.. The biggest relief was that we were not lost we were on track to Kalhattigiri falls. Rested here for 10 mins and then it was an hour walk which deviated from the trail to the mouth of Kalhatti falls... All of us were tired and hungry and relieved. It was almost 2PM. None had energy to jump into the water but sit n sit n lay down.. Even though we were hungry the walk had left us lazy and tiresome and it took us 20-30 mins before we decide that we would have our lunch....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued in next post........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHncl7acRyFM9k4nbd2ZoC_iJxhKF4lRRvTs5tcBJzHAcQ9l-ZTM20cn6ItTOIr0l6lXCmRXJYeB1acIo9lgK5Pb9XzzPGbdgmpkd5CUq5ufvTlziO8hb2apQ_GX4vVggl2v0N4mcW0IKv/s1600-h/IMG_2215.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 336px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHncl7acRyFM9k4nbd2ZoC_iJxhKF4lRRvTs5tcBJzHAcQ9l-ZTM20cn6ItTOIr0l6lXCmRXJYeB1acIo9lgK5Pb9XzzPGbdgmpkd5CUq5ufvTlziO8hb2apQ_GX4vVggl2v0N4mcW0IKv/s320/IMG_2215.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310873788704196082&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/feeds/2609991207750780784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2585525837121876569/2609991207750780784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/2609991207750780784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/2609991207750780784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-was-palace-trek-to-kalhattigiri.html' title='THE Palace!!! Trek to Kalhattigiri falls.....'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722083036394266422</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/AVvXsEhTrtZ3weFq8TgU2OA8eSd8Ygy6jB9-BWogdqGQtBTHPuUreY3PPP55rl8yA9-biepPXXskM9lnufjmOVxQnoj5Pzy4YveaIQw6SvqgyxAa2gkYSlhu5ZuyFlLTecRCvg/s220/orrrkut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAIw3dlw4U0n3XFg4ynuksZ-pYEcon2z0g79LpsQFLgiZWseXwpBcAeEQQ3w9DWy6qTiNFInl2C9YCpVpECZtsnFURT3uFqHBVScMPZDF1RHHMMzjTARJ2fyBNEXMzNaZOcoW3QTwG6c7b/s72-c/pano.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585525837121876569.post-2510953618335802186</id><published>2009-01-31T21:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:35:50.690+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="history"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="time"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zero"/><title type='text'>wHo aM I.....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;It seems I&#39;m here since the blast of the dot. Don&#39;t know how I came here or who dropped me down. As a matter of fact no one knows it. Since then I&#39;ve been wondering and wandering and wandering and wondering going through almost all the phases of what intelligence terms it as &#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&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: bold;&quot;&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&#39;. I&#39;ve seen millions of species come and go, millions being tortured, millions being extorted, millions being exploited. The journey has been fascinating, adventurous, painful &amp;amp; exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;Days were ended with nights &amp;amp; nights with days, months then years &amp;amp; centuries rolled on, climates switched, geography changed, continents drifted, lakes formed, glaciers melted, some oceans dried up n some formed, temperature became bearable, rained for years together... I&#39;m lucky to witness all these I should say. Amazing experience. Witnessed &#39;C-H-O-N&#39; fusing to form first life form. Then came little bit bigger ones then a bit bigger n they kept getting bigger. Was awe struck when I encountered a dinosaur for the first time. It was humongous compared to others. When you witness something like this you would wonder about their origin and their creator. I was curious too. Who won&#39;t be? It wouldn&#39;t have been easier for human to co exist with these walloping predators. It all looked like a plan when these creatures were destroyed by the shower of fireballs just before human came into existence. But, whose plan was it? Who architected it...?&lt;br /&gt;&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;I was with them when they lit the fire for the first time. They were very curious and scared to witness fire. Obviously anyone would be when you see a thing that cannot be touched and not tangible but is capable of destroying things. Some used it for good &amp;amp; some for bad. Its in the nature of humans. I saw humans starting to settle near the river beds, started growing plants, understood the nature, worshipped it &amp;amp; they feared it for long until an intelligent being showed them how exploiting nature would do them good. They started detroying forest, polluting water sources, killing life forms to an extent where some became extinct. I saw humans getting greedier day by day but could do nothing about it. Some tried to use me to teach the ruthless. Some understood, learnt from me &amp;amp; changed and some were out of my reach.&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;I still remember when India had used the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;concept of zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; as a number and not merely as a symbol for separation during 9th century BC where people in India treated zero as any other number and used it for practical mathematical calculations. Pingala an Indian scholar &amp;amp; his contemporaries used Sanskrit word &#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;sunya&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; to refer to zero &amp;amp; void. The Greeks had asked themselves &#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;how nothing could be something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&#39; questioning the usage of zero as a number leading to philosophical argument about nature and existence of zero and vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;I had the oppportunity to encounter all the great kings [the ruthless &amp;amp; merciful], great administrators, shrewed politicians, great spartans &amp;amp; samurais, mathematicians, artists, scientists, astronomers, psychics, selfless people and many more. Some butchered the mankind, some upheld the oppressed &amp;amp; worked for a cause, some never bothered about others, some led revolutions. some fought &amp;amp; died, some became slaves for no fault of theirs, some tried to spread humanity &amp;amp; some hatredness, some invented and some discovered, some lived for a purpose and some died useless, some questioned the beliefs &amp;amp; some blindly followed, some gave birth &amp;amp; some took lives, some were physically blind and some mentally, some were selfless &amp;amp; donated allbut &amp;amp; some were selfish &amp;amp; to own [conquer] all.&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;Wondering who I am or who I might be..? &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-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;Some sung me, some shot me, some killed me, some painted me, some tainted me, some filmed me, some lied about me, some tried to destroy me, some wrote me and some carved me. I am present, past and will be future. I&#39;m indestructable. I might be available in various flavors, I&#39;m there but you cannot touch me, you can learn from me. &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-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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-size: small;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m &#39;&lt;/span&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;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;HISTORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&#39;, I&#39;m &#39;&lt;/span&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;TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&#39;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/feeds/2510953618335802186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2585525837121876569/2510953618335802186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/2510953618335802186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/2510953618335802186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-am-i.html' title='wHo aM I.....?'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722083036394266422</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/AVvXsEhTrtZ3weFq8TgU2OA8eSd8Ygy6jB9-BWogdqGQtBTHPuUreY3PPP55rl8yA9-biepPXXskM9lnufjmOVxQnoj5Pzy4YveaIQw6SvqgyxAa2gkYSlhu5ZuyFlLTecRCvg/s220/orrrkut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585525837121876569.post-4576983333693846687</id><published>2009-01-21T22:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:33:11.351+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish they are here....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;The following writing isn&#39;t my original creation. It is inspired by a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe if I say that there are human beings [immortals] amongst us who have lived for more than many centuries &amp;amp; have never died, who have witnessed the first fire, who have witnessed the first death, who have seen the formation of glaciers, creation of religions, who have survived the age of dinosaurs, who were history makers once upon a time, who have seen the atrocities of many dictators and kindness of noble kings? Do you find it hard to accept even the notion of existence of such immortals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds science fiction? If you are a believer of &quot;Anything&#39;s Possible&quot; then this shouldn&#39;t be a sci-fiction. Nothing is believed to be possible unless its being discovered or invented. There could be men living amongst us who have lived for centuries without getting aged or dying at all. They might be one of those whom you see on news channel as missing persons who could never be found. They might not want to let others know that they are immortal just because none of us would believe it. As they know they are immortal they might not want to get attached to a person or a family which anyone would find difficult to leave or see them die while they never age. So they might not be a kind of person who would be interested in having a family or having habit of socializing. They would rather prefer to stay isolated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for a moment imagine that these immortals exist. What would you wanna ask them or what would you have to say to them? They would have acquired a tremendous amount of knowledge by now since then. They would be like live encyclopedia. They would not know about their origin though as their memories would see just barren lands stretching across thousands of miles whereas their eyes would see the modern buildings &amp;amp; roads &amp;amp; parks etc... It would be impossible for them to co-relate their origin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this comes true, that one day I meet these immortals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/feeds/4576983333693846687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2585525837121876569/4576983333693846687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/4576983333693846687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/4576983333693846687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/2009/01/following-writing-isnt-my-original.html' title='I wish they are here....'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722083036394266422</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/AVvXsEhTrtZ3weFq8TgU2OA8eSd8Ygy6jB9-BWogdqGQtBTHPuUreY3PPP55rl8yA9-biepPXXskM9lnufjmOVxQnoj5Pzy4YveaIQw6SvqgyxAa2gkYSlhu5ZuyFlLTecRCvg/s220/orrrkut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585525837121876569.post-5534551210015784045</id><published>2009-01-18T21:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:10:09.462+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dharmasthala"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ettina Bhuja"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kapila"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wrong routes"/><title type='text'>So nEAr Yet sO fAr... A tALe of wRong rOUtes!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;I thought we made it this time and was waiting for a scream [outburst of joy &amp;amp; satisfaction] from d one who made it to the top of the hill first but that scream never came and was heart broken to hear &quot;Wrong route!!!&quot;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;This weekend 7 of us thought of flagging our presence on top a hill called &#39;Ettina Bhuja [EB] [Shoulder of an ox]. It was a good idea to have a change from this polluted n ear deafening environment. EB is around 35Km far from a very famous [in and around karnataka] holy place called &#39;Dharmasthala&#39; [Land of Lord Manjunatheshwara].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNxK3_tHTpWtzmxXb_7KVv-daPdROdZSd_R1EBSkw8zkG-JJDKNeiVRZkHhrsfugxZDzyFKDb-dIeAnOrj_p0bELFYbSRC-z9KGtGM4SRJaZi7EsDttWUG29EHLABgwoi8drk7IZiOrqHK/s1600-h/IMG_1641.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNxK3_tHTpWtzmxXb_7KVv-daPdROdZSd_R1EBSkw8zkG-JJDKNeiVRZkHhrsfugxZDzyFKDb-dIeAnOrj_p0bELFYbSRC-z9KGtGM4SRJaZi7EsDttWUG29EHLABgwoi8drk7IZiOrqHK/s320/IMG_1641.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292691099596511922&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;We left Bangalore at 11:15pm [KSRTC bus, Friday] headed Dharmasthala [DS]. We had no problems in getting tickets to this place even though we booked the tickets same day. We reached DS at 6:15AM the next day. Weather was not so cold but a jacket would be necessary [if not for DS, surely for EB].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX8LXE7oDNYR6JpBxSrV7brI97XHKJzTREyNXVLeoHzUgVzqO0THhuA0wizc0k5gNnB9PcfM23s-YGqqleWLwC8ZFgCAvXqx6a9lHKhiA-brAMzcYToAP-1DY2x6qPnhGbiNkONrNLfzkt/s1600-h/IMG00072.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 250px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX8LXE7oDNYR6JpBxSrV7brI97XHKJzTREyNXVLeoHzUgVzqO0THhuA0wizc0k5gNnB9PcfM23s-YGqqleWLwC8ZFgCAvXqx6a9lHKhiA-brAMzcYToAP-1DY2x6qPnhGbiNkONrNLfzkt/s320/IMG00072.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292692222452533026&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;None of had really been to Ettina Bhuja before. We had prepared ourselves by reading printouts of some blogs  on EB by people who had been to this place. The route to the tip of EB was supposed to a easy trek according to some in our group. We carried two tents capable of accommodating 8 ppl, food for the night [MTR ready food], some vessels, Snacks, chocolates, bread-butter-jam [for lunch &amp;amp; breakfast], jackets, bedsheets, torches &amp;amp; salt for leeches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Actual trek starts from a place called shishila. Its easy to find a bus or a jeep to this place from DS. We managed to get none of them though. We had our breakfast [@6:30] in a hotel in DS &amp;amp; headed to a place called Kukkhoda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqer5jGlWscsilGQxBfq_z2biEW1rIZdarXXzEsZhwL1RE5TDJc_K_6pQ5rUkNxg6AZLXIDrKBKHoODN-ms-Qb7lyJTBHX0H30m-wIpcIvNUR1ApXSz3kn-lDuDuF70hcrj6KghugfZnJc/s1600-h/IMG00077.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqer5jGlWscsilGQxBfq_z2biEW1rIZdarXXzEsZhwL1RE5TDJc_K_6pQ5rUkNxg6AZLXIDrKBKHoODN-ms-Qb7lyJTBHX0H30m-wIpcIvNUR1ApXSz3kn-lDuDuF70hcrj6KghugfZnJc/s320/IMG00077.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292711992153285810&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;[18Km from DS and on the way to Shishila]. We reached Kukkhoda in no time and took a jeep to shishila [We had to pay Rs200 for the jeep ride]. We were all red &amp;amp; brown by the time we reached shishila [@8:15AM] as the road to shishila from Kukkhoda was under construction and it was all red soil throughout which is expected at this part of Karnataka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Actual trek to EB would begin from a place which is around 7Km interior to Shishila. We could have taken the jeep till this place but since we were all enthusiatic &amp;amp; professionals [:-)] we decided to walk to this place and we didn&#39;t even took a guide. We started from Shishila at 8:20AM. What we thought would be the last house before we hit the trek trail was never the last house. We knew from the blogs that the trek trail starts after crossing last house. Each one of us carrying were carrying a backpack weighing minimum 4-5kilos [most of the weight was coz of 2lt water bottles that we were carrying] and in addition to this we carried tents in turns which weighed 5-6Kg each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;We knew that we would hit Kapila river where we had planned to take bath but this river never arrived soon. After a walk for 90minutes or so we came across Kapila river. All of us were relieved. At last, source of water &amp;amp; the beginning mark for the trek. We were on right track we knew as we reached the river as expected. We took bath here. River wasn&#39;t deep with water about waist height.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5msshTJ5fS6qw2T7OJYDXklLVYMCWYxnQx2QuB4HnlpQHV3y7ad1TqJR-kn_F-d3R7mQzjTmKIbQgaKpLWh6EKEnZTpcEbw1HilmTuSXkZmIBdrEdbVlp-04YiJieZQ-vkfs_YehWM4sq/s1600-h/2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 250px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5msshTJ5fS6qw2T7OJYDXklLVYMCWYxnQx2QuB4HnlpQHV3y7ad1TqJR-kn_F-d3R7mQzjTmKIbQgaKpLWh6EKEnZTpcEbw1HilmTuSXkZmIBdrEdbVlp-04YiJieZQ-vkfs_YehWM4sq/s320/2.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292697617795514194&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqYikzvjyQ0qMRLqMw7g7XtS88mTnWMZ9o_uxKgEGWKveNjlxCOY5sa9XMIILA9HaAwWNUCSz1AFsPrdW_EOIObzDJSOKiEG4jHijGFmEi9JGenGUDzyws6sdo2scNiwXeAP-rOm1Ox93c/s1600-h/IMG_1638.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 232px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqYikzvjyQ0qMRLqMw7g7XtS88mTnWMZ9o_uxKgEGWKveNjlxCOY5sa9XMIILA9HaAwWNUCSz1AFsPrdW_EOIObzDJSOKiEG4jHijGFmEi9JGenGUDzyws6sdo2scNiwXeAP-rOm1Ox93c/s320/IMG_1638.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292697616460745442&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Filled out bottles and left the place after taking bath as soon as possible as we had planned to reach the top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCsAZxM5DFQ4BqlPGi8AvG_7pCQPWzBTrVHBgk9pPqIflMAB7NEqDRuvEj7cGqh5OR3i7HNZhS9rpqLaPSmWjoTHIuBPK7_mooZemgy77nea9vZW5nou-pvOkxq65Rb3MCLyzy7BRPr4sN/s1600-h/IMG_1655.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCsAZxM5DFQ4BqlPGi8AvG_7pCQPWzBTrVHBgk9pPqIflMAB7NEqDRuvEj7cGqh5OR3i7HNZhS9rpqLaPSmWjoTHIuBPK7_mooZemgy77nea9vZW5nou-pvOkxq65Rb3MCLyzy7BRPr4sN/s320/IMG_1655.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292711634178490850&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt; ASAP. After walking for an hour or so we came across a falls. Eve though there was no trail leading to the falls we managed to get to the bottom of the falls by making our way through  and plants. We were there for 10-15 mins and were back onto trekking trail. Soon we found out that the trail wasn&#39;t a easy one as expected. The forest was thick with the land covered by dry leaves, small stones &amp;amp; loose rocks sometimes. Wearing shoes, jeans and full sleeves is advisable as we came across many thorny plants. I was wearing sandals for the trek like a dumbo and had to pluck 5 thorns outta my toes today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPcpOgX4nC2v4NKbTjCYfAE1ldIHrWp03c57AUoea8OafTCs31Q1GLB7BbaeqneMx1v8mmYAUXW-WeCGsk5TDPPEP1oMkahXKfiAE9E9WhIMUMPOih-n9LZ_4iROHGtUX39Jb2fCM4aTmD/s1600-h/IMG_1666.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPcpOgX4nC2v4NKbTjCYfAE1ldIHrWp03c57AUoea8OafTCs31Q1GLB7BbaeqneMx1v8mmYAUXW-WeCGsk5TDPPEP1oMkahXKfiAE9E9WhIMUMPOih-n9LZ_4iROHGtUX39Jb2fCM4aTmD/s320/IMG_1666.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292700307054211458&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;It was 12:30PM now but we couldn&#39;t feel the heat as we were always under shade. Thanks to thick forest &amp;amp; long trees. This turned out to be our disadvantage as we never knew which direction we were headed. We just followed the trail. We hit a point where the trail ended &amp;amp; we were lost for the first time. After a discussion for few minutes about the possible place where we could have taken the wrong turn we trailed back for 10mins and took the other trail which we believed was the right one. 30 mins passed &amp;amp; guess what..... We were lost again. Rested for few minutes this time. The trek was getting more adventurous now. It was about 1:45PM now. I started feeling tired. It was more because of carrying weight I guess. Trail was not much tiring till now for few as they are regular trekkers. But for me, I was just waiting to see the plain land where we could unfold our tents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our journey again. We hit a small stream this time where filled our bottles &amp;amp; continued. The trail got steeper &amp;amp; steeper which made all of us feel that &#39;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;we are almost there&lt;/span&gt;&#39; but the steep never ended. At last, we could see the trail ending and a very steep land leading to open space. We started climbing. The path was slippery as there were many loose rocks and the weight on our shoulders made it more tougher to climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Few enthusiasts from the group reached the top. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;&quot; &gt;I thought we made it this time and was waiting for a scream [outburst of joy &amp;amp; satisfaction] from the one who made it to the top of the hill first but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfxaRDnwDxuPdx80rmrj6HISYifaMghU5UnMDtz1mwiJba2rK6N7Sre4qEO6zeL-i3z_4eFmmI12oerXBmmIVcZyxt0Rk6HigvXsIBMAPEQlepLDFcKPlbNOSO1UPmntpKXcFOEqJxKFVv/s1600-h/IMG_1656.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfxaRDnwDxuPdx80rmrj6HISYifaMghU5UnMDtz1mwiJba2rK6N7Sre4qEO6zeL-i3z_4eFmmI12oerXBmmIVcZyxt0Rk6HigvXsIBMAPEQlepLDFcKPlbNOSO1UPmntpKXcFOEqJxKFVv/s320/IMG_1656.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292712486853320146&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;&quot; &gt; that scream never came and was heart broken to hear &quot;Wrong route!!!&quot;. What was more devastating was that we could see that the hill [Ettina Bhuja] which we thought we conquered was standing right in front of us. Goddamnitt!!! we thought. We had climbed the hill opposite to what we were supposed to climb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us sat there, heart broken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;It was 2:45PM. All of us decided to have our lunch and then figure out the possible route to EB. We had bread butter-jam for lunch. It was already 3:30PM. Few of us went to explore the path to EB and after few minutes we were behind them continuing our quest to conquer EB [which was not so tough trek]. After a walk for 30mins, guess what.. We were lost. Everything was against us that day. Every effort to be on track went futile. It was already 4:30PM when we decided to head back to the &quot;last house&quot; and then back to Bangalore. Even though we never came down through the same route [most of it] which we climbed we reached the &quot;last house&quot; by 6PM. None of us had enery to walk 7Km to Shishila. More than energy none of us had enthu after a very disappointing walk throughout the day. We inquired about the jeep till DS from that house. Jeep was there by 6:30PM. We wished adieu to &#39;Bhuja&#39; &amp;amp; headed DS. We thought it was over but nope.. Jeep broke down this time at about 14Km from DS. Luckily we managed to find a bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached DS, did &#39;Devara dharshana&#39;. Had free dinner at temple &amp;amp; headed back to Bangalore. Reached Bangalore @ 6:30AM [Sunday].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we couldn&#39;t reach the top of Ettina Bhuja or camp over there or put a camp fire or see the sunset from there or the sun rise in the morning the trek was a adventurous and memorable experience... It was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/feeds/5534551210015784045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2585525837121876569/5534551210015784045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/5534551210015784045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/5534551210015784045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-near-yet-so-far-tale-of-wrong-routes.html' title='So nEAr Yet sO fAr... 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Following are some of my fav snaps which I&#39;ve taken using my Olympus E-410 DSLR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;&quot; &gt;Charminar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfEv_hA33f6Bjq1FCwNwBEzM91g7I-o6uz-BVo21tyQMde0wvcO0MJRv7okovP4OvPmPWe9NGrtpomIhv-fi8bzG4qRGwvQb5SPB_I9t_2lwLEqYariJzV6KNV65YS_aUGXE4MkDYuyZ-x/s1600-h/PC242259.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;width: 75px; 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wud close down dis night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how or Y is it so special for u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just another day dats gone n just another day dats gonna begin... all u need is an excuse to party, to socialize, to justify ur acts, to justify ur frndship ur realtionships, to hang out th frnds late night etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yEAH... I enjoyed my last day of the year... Yes I&#39;ve some new yr resolutions which I won&#39;t forget in the morning, yes I njoyed vth frnds it was fun.. But i know tomoro&#39;s just another day.. nothin so spl bout it or nothin bad either..&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/feeds/6250381098707104179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2585525837121876569/6250381098707104179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/6250381098707104179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/6250381098707104179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-it-for-u.html' title='What&#39;s iT foR U?'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722083036394266422</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/AVvXsEhTrtZ3weFq8TgU2OA8eSd8Ygy6jB9-BWogdqGQtBTHPuUreY3PPP55rl8yA9-biepPXXskM9lnufjmOVxQnoj5Pzy4YveaIQw6SvqgyxAa2gkYSlhu5ZuyFlLTecRCvg/s220/orrrkut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585525837121876569.post-2699431298499197584</id><published>2008-11-26T23:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:21:24.978+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Am here....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m here after 2 years and 6 months. Its 3Am. Weather&#39;s pretty cold. e auto guy asked for 100 bucks.. don&#39;t remember how much we used to pay when we were here but it seems pretty less compared to what they ask for in Bangalore.. Nothin&#39;s changed over past 2 yrs.. Roads r same, perhaps they have gotten worse. Railway station&#39;s under renovation. There&#39;s power 24hrs here and Wi-Fi now in the hostel.. Yes, I&#39;m in college now after a long time. Old memories gushing into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bistupur road, Shyamda, Arvindji ka store, Sudha uncle ka Sudha, AD building, &quot;Digital&quot; library, downs hostel nothing has changed.. :-) Shyam-da has made a gud progress though with stores in downs.. brainy guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit boring though being here vthout batchmates. Missed u guys... Feels odd. But feels gud to be back in hostel, eatin mess fud, hearing to slangs in d corridors, loud music [tum tho tehre pardesi.. :-)]..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gud to be back after two n half years....&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/feeds/2699431298499197584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2585525837121876569/2699431298499197584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/2699431298499197584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/2699431298499197584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/2008/11/am-here.html' title='Am here....'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722083036394266422</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/AVvXsEhTrtZ3weFq8TgU2OA8eSd8Ygy6jB9-BWogdqGQtBTHPuUreY3PPP55rl8yA9-biepPXXskM9lnufjmOVxQnoj5Pzy4YveaIQw6SvqgyxAa2gkYSlhu5ZuyFlLTecRCvg/s220/orrrkut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585525837121876569.post-4806130696538720736</id><published>2008-11-19T20:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:00:41.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nOt aNYmorE...</title><content type='html'>Never understood y ppl wasted so much time in it&lt;br /&gt;Never thought its worth wasting time in it&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;u need to be in it to realize y ppl waste so much time in it..&lt;br /&gt;It not like d time freezes whn u r in it&lt;br /&gt;it just dat u won&#39;t realize d time..&lt;br /&gt;used 2 laugh whn ppl said dat&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;not anymore...&lt;br /&gt;it makes u go mad, drives u crazy, sleepless n wat not&lt;br /&gt;thght all dat was bullshit b4&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;not anymore...&lt;br /&gt;it kinda givs u confidence kinda boosts ur personality..&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah.. i thought it was&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;not anymore...&lt;br /&gt;d enthu&#39;ll dampen over time, some1 said&lt;br /&gt;Naah.. it won&#39;t&lt;br /&gt;&#39;ll prove it wrong if I ever get a chance</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/feeds/4806130696538720736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2585525837121876569/4806130696538720736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/4806130696538720736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/4806130696538720736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-anymore.html' title='nOt aNYmorE...'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722083036394266422</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/AVvXsEhTrtZ3weFq8TgU2OA8eSd8Ygy6jB9-BWogdqGQtBTHPuUreY3PPP55rl8yA9-biepPXXskM9lnufjmOVxQnoj5Pzy4YveaIQw6SvqgyxAa2gkYSlhu5ZuyFlLTecRCvg/s220/orrrkut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585525837121876569.post-2521324227434366431</id><published>2008-10-12T11:17:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:06:45.080+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;I hadn&#39;t heard about the process of &#39;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;canonization&lt;/span&gt;&#39; until today when I saw on TV that sister Alphanso from India was to elevated to sainthood by the Pope. She had died in 1946 at the age of 36. This made me curious. I didn&#39;t know that it takes so many years before being raised to sainthood. First of all I didn&#39;t know what sainthood was. Believe me this still one of the shortest periods [1946-2008] where a person has been called as saint. It takes number of decades or even centuries to be proven that a person is a saint [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;in Roman Catholic culture&lt;/span&gt;].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;A &lt;b&gt;saint&lt;/b&gt; (from the Latin &lt;i&gt;sanctus&lt;/i&gt;) is a human being to whom has been attributed a high level of holiness and sanctity in an exemplary life of virtuous behaviour. A saint is therefore not simply a believer but one who has been transformed by virtue presents an example other human beings striving to conform their lives to God. In short &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;saint&lt;/span&gt;&#39;s a mini/secondary god...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;The concept of sainthood developed in the Christian tradition. However, there are parallel concepts in other religions that recognize certain individuals as having particular holiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;In Roman Catholic tradition, a person who&#39;s seen as exceptionally holy can be declared as saint by a formal process called &#39;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;canonization&lt;/span&gt;&#39;. This particular form of recognition formally allows the person so canonized to be listed in the official Litany of the saints during Mass. This process of canonization is a tedious process taking many years, even centuries. The first step in the process is detailed investigation about the person&#39;s [candidate for sainthood] life undertaken by an expert. Report&#39;s given to the bishop of the area ans further studying is done.   It is then sent to congregation of causes of saints in Rome for approval. If its through then the candidate will be given the title &#39;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;venerable&lt;/span&gt;&#39;. Further investigation may lead to beatification and the title &#39;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt;&#39;. Now comes the toughest and interesting process. After beatification, at least a minimum of two miracles are to be formally declared for the candidate to be pronounced a saint. Miracles like curing of a disease or a curse or  getting out of penurious condition or something/anything dats considered a miracle that would happened after praying the candidate. It has been claimed that these miracles are to verified scientifically. oh oh oh.... hold on now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;That which is scientifically proven can&#39;t be a miracle, can it be? Miracles are called miracles for the reason that they cannot be proved. Something that is scientifically proven is a fact. And it can be repeated. Suppose say I pray one of the sainthood candidates to cure my illness and it miraculously gets cured. This cure is to be scientifically proven before the candidate is conferred &#39;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;saint&lt;/span&gt;&#39; title. Suppose say, its proved scientifically now. This means that this is repeatable, i.e. any one with the disease who prays the candidate will be cured.. Sounds nonsense? It does to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Its not one miracle that has to proved its minimum two that are to be proved before being given sainthood..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Since the 16th Century, when the modern saint-making process began, there have been approximately 300 saints declared. But Pope John Paul II has declared more saints in the 25 years of his papacy than all 264 popes before him combined. This&#39;s quite surprising. Did we have more humans with holy spirits in them in the last last century than any other previous centuries combined?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t want to comment or hurt anyone&#39;s sentiments about the process, but its not really scientific, its just blind faith, I would say. Billions of us believe it, I don&#39;t and won&#39;t unless its proved to me.. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/feeds/2521324227434366431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2585525837121876569/2521324227434366431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/2521324227434366431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/2521324227434366431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/2008/10/saint.html' title='Saint...'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722083036394266422</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/AVvXsEhTrtZ3weFq8TgU2OA8eSd8Ygy6jB9-BWogdqGQtBTHPuUreY3PPP55rl8yA9-biepPXXskM9lnufjmOVxQnoj5Pzy4YveaIQw6SvqgyxAa2gkYSlhu5ZuyFlLTecRCvg/s220/orrrkut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585525837121876569.post-703803208483965964</id><published>2008-10-09T22:16:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:44:59.767+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;I stopped cribbing for the pair of brand new NIKEs [&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I had bought a pair of puma not  even a week ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;] when I looked into a guy&#39;s eyes who had his legs amputated and was sitting on a wheel chair, staring @ me from outside the shop...  The guy on the wheel chair could&#39;ve afforded to buy a pair of NIKE but were of no use for him now.. I&#39;ve also looked into the the eyes of children who stare from outside the glass window wondering if they could ever have their feet in one of those glittering footware. These children I&#39;m talking about couldn&#39;t have afforded to buy them.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;There are humongous number of  people who walk around bare footed in the scorching sun, pouring rain, on a pebbly road, near the construction sites, in the jungles of Africa and in many other places. This isn&#39;t about the shoes but about those useless things which we crave for or crib for just because we have that extra cash to spill over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Neither these children did anything wrong nor did we anything of significance [most of us] to lead the life we are leading today. They didn&#39;t choose the life they&#39;ve. We are just fortunate to have parents who were good [talking in terms of economical aspect] enough to raise us with care, help us to get educated [not all of us utilize everything we get though] and pamper us. Why are some, in fact many are devoid of even basic necessities? These are poverty stricken people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;We have people who spend billions to build a mansion so that four of them could stay with seven other people who are required to maintain the orderliness of the mansion. On the contrary we have people who can not even dream of seeing billions. Is it necessary to spend billions to have a place just to live in and sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;We have a choice to choose what we eat, what we drink, what we wear, what we ride, what we see and what not we do. Still we crib for something more. Thousands of people die of hunger around the world every year out of which children account for the maximum percentage. We spend thousands on just to know what to eat and how much to eat but thousands die of malnutrition. We are not happy with public transport, instead we need a 2-wheeler for short distance and a 4-wheel of our own for long distance. There are people who walk more than 30 miles everyday bare footed just to fetch water. We want to watch movies in a multiplex, booze in bars, play on playstation, @ snooker junction just to kill time. Some don&#39;t even know what entertainment is and some just can&#39;t afford to even dream about them. We need our collection in the wardrobes to keep changing regularly and there are people whose joy will know no bounds they get a used cloth from one of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Even after all this how many of us can have a sound sleep every night? How many of us can sleep without that comfy bed and the useless costly pillow? How many of us feel safe inside the house? How many of us can sleep in a place where there&#39;s commotion? They do and they can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;We show off too much. We make some people feel really jealous. People who can&#39;t afford have no other way to have things they dream of other than stealing it. Is it justified? Are we responsible in a way for the thefts? Do we feel pity about these people? Is just feeling pity will help them? You ask me if I&#39;ve done something myself to help them when I talk so much about this? Can we help them in any way? Why are some of us so stingy? Is this gap between us and poverty stricken need to be so wide? Can we be more generous? Can this inequality be narrowed down? Or do we want the gap to remain just to have some businesses running and to have a strata of people who can be our slaves? Or is it that people who spend lavishly or waste a lot have the right to do so as it is their buck, hard earned buck? Can we say that, those who cannot earn need not dare to dream. Is it so? Dreams know no strata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;&quot; &gt;Contrary opinion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn&#39;t choose our parents. Its not our fault if we are leading the life we are leading now. Not everyone of us had everything we have today. We have earned it, worked hard to earn or achieve what we have today. We have one life to live so we&#39;ll enjoy the life to its fullest. There&#39;s nothing wrong in longing for a pair of NIKE when we can afford them. How&#39;ll the product and manufacturing industries survive if we don&#39;t spend what we have on them? If these industries go out of business lot of lower strata people will be out of job and they are the ones who&#39;ll be affected more. We can&#39;t do much about the people who struggle in Africa. Its not wrong if we spend some time out of our hectic schedule to enjoy. We need rest too. Whatever we have didn&#39;t just drop from the sky. We have earned it [not true true in some cases].. We show off because we can and there&#39;s nothing wrong in it. Its our buck, we spend it or throw it or give it, its our own personal choice and we don&#39;t need any advice on this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which side are you on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 102);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/feeds/703803208483965964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2585525837121876569/703803208483965964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/703803208483965964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/703803208483965964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-it-fair.html' title='What do you think?'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722083036394266422</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/AVvXsEhTrtZ3weFq8TgU2OA8eSd8Ygy6jB9-BWogdqGQtBTHPuUreY3PPP55rl8yA9-biepPXXskM9lnufjmOVxQnoj5Pzy4YveaIQw6SvqgyxAa2gkYSlhu5ZuyFlLTecRCvg/s220/orrrkut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585525837121876569.post-3879166906673903742</id><published>2008-10-07T22:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:38:22.940+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Being perfect&#39;s no FuN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;[Not complete yet...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us wanna be a perfectionist? Most of us want/try to be. Is it worth becoming one? Its worth but not if we want be perfect @ everything. We&#39;ll miss out the fun in being non perfect. Some things are good when they are not perfect, when they are out of order. Energy/excitement that is found in an unstable [non perfect] things/events is much more than that is in the stable ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that is planned is no fun. Since you have planned it and want that thing to be perfect you already know what&#39;s going to happen unless you&#39;ve a surprise from some unknown source. So its not fun at all to plan something  or everything. Somethings are good when they are surprises. Let the things flow, don&#39;t try to design them the way you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;THE JOKER&lt;/span&gt;  who said&lt;/span&gt; &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Nobody panics when things go according to plan. Even if the plan is horrifying. If tomorrow I tell the press that like a gang banger will get shot, or a truckload of soldiers will be blown up, nobody panics, because it&#39;s all, part of the plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Trying to be perfect is good but trying to be perfect in everything we do isn&#39;t. Is it so? you might ask... Yes, &#39;it is&#39; is what I believe. Whatever it is, I believe that being perfect in anything&#39;s impossible. Life&#39;s all about throwing surprises. If we could know or predict the behavior or nature of life then it wouldn&#39;t have been life in which we are living it would have been an &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Utopia&lt;/span&gt;&quot;. But living in a place like utopia is boring, at least for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Perfection is no fun...&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/feeds/3879166906673903742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2585525837121876569/3879166906673903742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/3879166906673903742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/3879166906673903742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/2008/10/fav-movie-lines-pefecttions-impossible.html' title='Being perfect&#39;s no FuN...'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722083036394266422</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/AVvXsEhTrtZ3weFq8TgU2OA8eSd8Ygy6jB9-BWogdqGQtBTHPuUreY3PPP55rl8yA9-biepPXXskM9lnufjmOVxQnoj5Pzy4YveaIQw6SvqgyxAa2gkYSlhu5ZuyFlLTecRCvg/s220/orrrkut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585525837121876569.post-4503004143373291329</id><published>2008-09-22T17:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:45:56.875+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Parallel universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Why do v do wat v do whn v do? Is it just the &#39;urge to do&#39; things dat make us do? y&#39;s dat urge? do v do coz others want us to do? or do v do coz v wanted to do wat v did? Do v hav a choice 2 do or not to do wat v do? If v hav a choice then y do v select wat v select to do? wat makes them to select that choice? The environment? the ppl around us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is every choice we make has been already made and we really don&#39;t have a choice to make and its just an illusion? Or do we really hav a choice in everything v do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe v get to choose in few things if not all. The selection v make changes the course of our lives and others to some extent too... If v wud&#39;ve chosen &#39;B&#39; instead of choice &#39;A&#39; we wud&#39;ve led a different life.. Probably our counterparts in the parallel universe might have chosen wat v didn&#39;t choose here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hav you wondered y do v possess things that v&#39;ve today which others don&#39;t have? Wat makes us so special to hav them? or wat makes us not so special to be devoid of certain things that someone else has?? Is it fair if everyone has everything? Might be not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think intelligence and shrewedness played a major role in creating different strata in d society.. ppl whn they first originated were all same. As their brains developed the smarter ones started using the &#39;not so&#39; smarter ones. Thats exactly where/how different strata of ppl originated..&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/feeds/4503004143373291329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2585525837121876569/4503004143373291329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/4503004143373291329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/4503004143373291329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/2008/09/inspired-by-parallel-universe-concept.html' title='Parallel universe'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722083036394266422</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/AVvXsEhTrtZ3weFq8TgU2OA8eSd8Ygy6jB9-BWogdqGQtBTHPuUreY3PPP55rl8yA9-biepPXXskM9lnufjmOVxQnoj5Pzy4YveaIQw6SvqgyxAa2gkYSlhu5ZuyFlLTecRCvg/s220/orrrkut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585525837121876569.post-7374062545063762562</id><published>2008-09-16T17:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:39:59.310+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="big bang"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="existence"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="extraterrestrials"/><title type='text'>Y?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y did big bang happen? What was there before big bang? What is a soul?&lt;br /&gt;Whn v cannot explain things metaphysics comes for our rescue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did v come into existence? C, H, N, O fused @ high temperature to form primordeal intelligence which developed over years and transformed into homos [I mean homo-sapiens]. Y did C,H,O,N only fused on earth? coz earth was placed at an ideal position from sun and the conditions on the earth were condusive for the formation of life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many stars are there in the universe? 70 sextillion [dunno wats sextillion is? Its one followed by 21 zeros].. How many planets wud be there orbiting these 70 sextilion stars? Dunno the word for that number? Its ok.. Its some really huge number.. What are the chances do you think that earth and only earth stands to have the life on it? [approximately 1/350000000000000000000000 th]. Amazing isn&#39;t it? How&#39;s this possible? Science has no answer for this yet. Is it a miracle or the probability has become a reality again? Ppl who are impatient, impatient enuf to wait for sciece to come up vth an answer say its GOD or miracle dat has created us and only us.God wanted only us [earthmen] to exist all alone in this damn vast universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its still amazing, isn&#39;t it? Its been so many years since v r here n v hav not been visited by any extraterrestrials.. What cud be the reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather prediction is a job dat involves the most complex calculations. We hav the intelligence to calculate those complex equations using super computers if not by ourselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whn a mote like human [in comparison to universe] can be so intelligent to predict course of the events of nature [which he has failed to understand over the period of time again and again], is it not possible to hav a much more sophisticated intelligence be in existence this vast universe? It cud be possible... If that is the case then y havn&#39;t they found us? If its possible then y haven&#39;t they responded to our search [SETI]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible that they&#39;ve become so sophisticated that they don&#39;t understand our language any more. We might seem to be very primitive for them.. Ask yourselves. How many times hav you noticed a colony of ants while walking? Not many times I guess.. Being intelligent creatures in our sysem v ignore the least intelligent or almost invisible creatures.. It might be the same case vth the extraterrestrials who r much more advanced than us n v might seem to be a colony of ants to them so they never bothered to luk @ us or respond to us... Or, r v the first and only intelligent creatures as of now in the universe? The probability of this happeneing is very very very less... Or is it possible that that probability is a reality leaving us to be the first most intelligent creatures in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time cud/shud answer...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/feeds/7374062545063762562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2585525837121876569/7374062545063762562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/7374062545063762562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585525837121876569/posts/default/7374062545063762562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangfroidwa.blogspot.com/2008/09/y.html' title='Y?????'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722083036394266422</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/AVvXsEhTrtZ3weFq8TgU2OA8eSd8Ygy6jB9-BWogdqGQtBTHPuUreY3PPP55rl8yA9-biepPXXskM9lnufjmOVxQnoj5Pzy4YveaIQw6SvqgyxAa2gkYSlhu5ZuyFlLTecRCvg/s220/orrrkut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>