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Past life regression has been my area of research for a long long time and I am someone who frankly believes that our actions in this life are hugely influenced by what we did (or were) in our past lives. I am open to criticism, but, well that's what my belief is. Few years back I procured media files of renowned past life hypnotherapist Dick Sutphen and began my work on knowing myself better - why I do what I do... I believed some of the behavioral answers could be hidden in how we spent our life in the past. I had been trying self hypnosis for a long long time, but although I had minuscule visions&amp;nbsp;of places, events... they never really took concrete shape, until today when I was hell bent on doing it and it seems to me, I was successful.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am recording all of these in detail in my blog, not for people to read (although I'll appreciate you reading and commenting on it), but rather for my own records which I could refer to in future.&lt;br /&gt;
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As the self hypnotherapy session began, it was a very very slow process. Slowly my body went completely numb and I was unable to even move a single finger unless instructed by Mr Sutphen. Gradually I entered into an altered state of consciousness where I could hear each clock tick in my room, but I did not have the capability to even scratch my back.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is the vision I had.&lt;br /&gt;
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I found myself to be a girl of 15 years around the year 1927. The place appeared to be somewhere in Bengal, India. As far my dress was concerned, it was a simple saree worn in traditional bengali way as in earlier days. I was bare-footed. The location appeared to be a vast field, lots of greenery and trees.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I scanned my life for important events, I found it difficult to find any, probably as I had been a simple bengali house wife in those days. The only vision I had was that of my husband standing alongside me in front of a mirror and I was beautifully dressed up in a saree and ornaments. He appeared to be a zamindar or someone from the royal family.&lt;br /&gt;
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Upon further scanning my life, I found myself to be a widow, seemed a lonely elderly woman with white saree. It seemed that her last stage of life was spent in spiritual thoughts. She did not appear frail, rather a bit on the plump side.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, that's all I saw.&lt;br /&gt;
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I would leave it to you to believe this or not to believe this.&lt;br /&gt;
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As far as I am concerned, I have never ever dreamt of anything similar or even close, so this was a new experience for me. I shall continue researching on this subject as there are many questions which need answers. I am not sure if this particular life was the immediate past life before my present life or I had an intermediate life in between.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, I need to validate whether this vision repeats itself or if I am able to get more details out of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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In closing this article, let me tell you, I am a man of flesh and blood in this life and neither I behave like a woman, nor I am a gay. So, please do not make fun of me only coz I saw myself as a woman in an earlier life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Criticism, comments, questions, suggestions... all welcome.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hello World&lt;br /&gt;
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I am back after quite some time. Lately I have been juggling around with my life, trying my hand at a variety of things to keep myself busy and engrossed. But as they say, you go round a full circle, so I ended up with my old blog once again. I am pretty sure. Much have changed by now. Most of my blogger friends have forgotten me. Vimmu was supposed to get married, he might have had a kid by now. ROFL! Nikhil had a blog titled "Mirror Cracked". He may have created a 9th version of it. Indyeah... well not sure, what she is upto. Alice may have wrote hundreds of more poems. And there are few whom I forgot lol! Shweta, for example, has forgotten that her name was preposterous girl. :D hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, so how have I been! ...would be your question. Well, I have had lots of ups and downs in life. At one point in time I was at the pinnacle and then hit the rock bottom and currently I am hanging somewhere in the middle. Now, please do not get ideas or do not assume things. And, I won't explain further.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think I have lost a bit of flair of my own writing. But I'll catch up. Few days of blogging will churn out the best of me once again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Enough for this post after such a long long time. I am off to see what others have been up to, while I had been away.&lt;br /&gt;
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PS. A few comments would inspire me to write more. So, please feel free. Spammers, please find another site and spare me! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;
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I felt that way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May God give some kind of common sense to the person... love is a much higher phenomenon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am lost for words... nothing to say, really...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/76/D43A8DC86CAF676F62C507C4E5567F87.png" /&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666029999468700330-1665208048067776174?l=chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~4/pS5Fj0jJFe4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/feeds/1665208048067776174/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666029999468700330&amp;postID=1665208048067776174&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/1665208048067776174?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/1665208048067776174?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~3/pS5Fj0jJFe4/people-change-so-fast.html" title="People change so fast..." /><author><name>Chiranjib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869690159475302047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/2011/09/people-change-so-fast.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUAQH04eip7ImA9Wx9aGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666029999468700330.post-715826392033958098</id><published>2011-03-12T18:53:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-13T10:44:01.332+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-13T10:44:01.332+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humour" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food for thought" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All posts" /><title>Same here ;-)</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;We use "Same here" every day - spares us the agony of repeating the other person's mannerisms or words all over again. We preserve our energy. Its almost like using a pronoun instead of a noun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;View this: Mohan had to go to Mohan's friend Sohan's birthday for which Mohan decided to buy Mohan's friend Sohan a beautiful umbrella!! [err... umbrella because I could not think of a better gift... brain jam, you know]. Anyone who has been to elementary English classes would know that use of pronouns would improve this sentence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, view this: The use of "same here" or "same pinch" or "same to you" goes on similar lines. We wish someone Happy New Year and he/she replies... "Same to you". Yeah, right, it would have taken much more energy to say.. "Wish you too a lovely new year ahead" :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, energy conservation is the order of the day. Personally I never liked "Same pinch". Oh come on why the hell would you want to pinch me only because I tried to wear a colorful shirt today and as luck would have it, you happened to wear the same color!! Then there would be a "New pinch"... why coz. I had made the mistake of wearing a new shirt as the old shirt was stinking already. I mean - Do you want me to stink even more by continuing with the same damned faded old shirt? :-D And not to mention -- "Ooh it hurts!" During the school days, people used to look for opportunities for "Same pinch" and "New pinch". If the opportunity was to pinch the guy who had complained about me to the teacher a week back, NOTHING LIKE IT!!! :-P :-P :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[don't think I did it... :-P :-D]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, back to the topic "Same here"... imagine the following conversation between two people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: How are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Good and you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Same here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: You know something, I watched the movie "Gili gili foo" yesterday and absolutely loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Same here. Lets go to the nearest coffee joint and sit and discuss. Need some coffee... had a hectic day today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Yeah... same here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Arreh I did not notice you are wearing the kurta I gave you on your last birthday!! New pinch!! **pinches B hard**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B (almost numb with the pain inflicted by now): Ahh.. yeah.. hmm.. ok..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now... why do we need a same here, here? We could replace Same here with say, alpha. Only Oxford dictionary would need to define Alpha as :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alpha(n/v): Implies 'same here'. When a person notices his emotional state or dress or belonging is same as the person to whom he or she is speaking. So, the same conversation would now look like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: How are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Good and you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Alpha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: You know something, I watched the movie "Gili gili foo" yesterday and absolutely loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Alpha. Lets go to the nearest coffee joint and sit and discuss. Need some coffee... had a hectic day today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Yeah... Alpha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Arreh I did not notice you are wearing the kurta I gave you on your last birthday!! New pinch!! **pinches B hard**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B (almost numb with the pain inflicted by now): Ahh.. yeah.. hmm.. ok..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, in the good old days of 20th Century, when "same here" had not been invented (in all probability), the conversation would have gone in the following manner:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: How are you, B?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: I am doing good. How about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Yeah, I am doing all right too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: You know something, I watched the movie "Gili gili foo" yesterday and absolutely loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Yes, "Gili gili foo" has a wonderful story. The acting and direction were simply top class. Lets go to the nearest coffee joint and sit and discuss. I badly need some coffee... had a hectic day today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Yeah... it is terrible these days. The work pressure gets onto you and often, you find it difficult to handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Oh I had not noticed before. That's a new Kurta that you are wearing tonight. And how lovely! Is it not the one I had gifted you on your last birthday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: (with a mild smile) Yes, it is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. The movie "Gili gili foo" does not have anything to do with Adam Gilchrist's retirement from Australian International Cricket! :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PPS. Let me tell you a secret. Someone once wished me "Happy Birthday" and I replied "Same to you" in the flow, although it was not his birthday that day! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: If you thought this was an entirely useless post, well, you are not alone, I too think on similar lines. In fact, "Same here". :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/76/D43A8DC86CAF676F62C507C4E5567F87.png" /&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666029999468700330-715826392033958098?l=chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~4/UcVIpvGozGk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/feeds/715826392033958098/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666029999468700330&amp;postID=715826392033958098&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/715826392033958098?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/715826392033958098?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~3/UcVIpvGozGk/same-here.html" title="Same here ;-)" /><author><name>Chiranjib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869690159475302047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/2011/03/same-here.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAFRXs-cCp7ImA9Wx9aF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666029999468700330.post-2756385055304894334</id><published>2011-03-10T07:03:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-10T10:21:54.558+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-10T10:21:54.558+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All posts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fiction" /><title>Rakesh and Priya</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;...Rakesh was loving the feeling. He had a whale of a time with the girl he met online. Both seemed to like each other very much. She had something in her past which would not allow her to settle in the present. Memories seemed to haunt... haunt forever... yet whenever she visited Rakesh's awesome blog, his energetic posts, she felt rejuvenated. Priya had always been a bubbly chirpy girl. She could not keep feelings to herself. Feelings are to be shared - was her motto in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...blood... blood was spattered all around... darkness, melancholy, a deep sense of loneliness captured the scene. Priya woke up. Panting... deep breaths... tears in her eyes... oh.. what a nightmare... is it something that was inevitable... is it her past? ..her present? or her future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a moment taken to compose herself, she sat up straight on her bed, eyes set on the ticking wall clock... no, her present was happy.. she had happily forgotten her past... cast it into oblivion.. oh gosh, she was late. Again she would be late for her classes, but who cares. The same professor, the same blackboard, almost the same notes... She remembered Rakesh. Oh she likes his posts so much. The stories relate to her. It seems astonishing how one could write something where the protagonist of the story and the writer had never met and yet knew each other so well. Was she the protagonist herself or was the protagonist her clone? Rakesh would not reveal. She had only become addicted to his blog so much that each of his posts had to be commented on. She felt he was the only person in the world who could understand her... but alas, did he feel the same about her? She could not tell... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...there was a seminar in progress at the renowned Taj Hotels, Mumbai.. the speaker had so many charts and diagrams to present... but he could not concentrate. Why oh why had a girl occupied his mind? He thought he was immune to feelings.. Love was of course not for him. He empathized with the girl he had been interacting with daily. Her past was not the best. He tried to provide her with the cushion so that she may feel better.. that was it. But was that all? They had recently exchanged cell numbers as well. And the smses seemed to flow freely. He had so many female friends before. Is she different? No.. why the heck... he is happy in the corporate sector. He has his own gamut of friends.. he loves the life he lives... why should he get involved in something at this juncture in life? beep beep.. he looks at his cell phone.. one more message.. "Sweet heart, what are you doing? I loved that story you wrote.. related so much to me.." Rakesh's fingers automatically went to the "reply" button...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time and tide wait for none... so this went on and on and on... till the time Priya felt - was this relation taking them anywhere? Is it only about blogging and commenting and chatting... would there be a culmination of this relation? is this infatuation? is this love? Yes, this is love... how would one otherwise define the ease with which both of them mingled... the understanding was profound... the intellects were shared... the likes and dislikes... no doubt she loved him... she loved him so much... passionately... but would he ever reciprocate? Was the "sweet heart" and "love" and hugs and kisses exchanged on messages only for the paper... was he so adept at flirting with girls? No.. not at all, he loved her... oh she was sure he loved her... but, wait how could she be so sure? Is there a difference between infatuation and love or flirtation and love? She needed him. She needed him to support her. Afterall he was the one who helped her come out of the deep emotional crisis she had before... he was the one who gave her the shoulder... who knows what she could have done, had he not been there... she would be indebted to him lifelong... but still, she wants to repay the debt... yes she wants to marry him... she wants to have a fulfillment that she had been longing for such a long time... will he? will he reciprocate? No, she won't propose him. Not at all. Let it be the way it is... every relationship does not have names... not every relationship needs names... let it be the way it is... let there be the soul connect that is there... for ever... and ever... and ever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/76/D43A8DC86CAF676F62C507C4E5567F87.png" /&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666029999468700330-2756385055304894334?l=chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~4/M69KXdB3u2s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/feeds/2756385055304894334/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666029999468700330&amp;postID=2756385055304894334&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/2756385055304894334?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/2756385055304894334?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~3/M69KXdB3u2s/rakesh-and-priya.html" title="Rakesh and Priya" /><author><name>Chiranjib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869690159475302047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/2011/03/rakesh-and-priya.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUCSXs5fSp7ImA9Wx9REkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666029999468700330.post-5750498412155059150</id><published>2010-12-13T09:49:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-13T10:44:28.525+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-13T10:44:28.525+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="USA" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="India" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food for thought" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All posts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel" /><title>Life here and the life there...</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;Life goes on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wonder why everything is reverse out here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;List of things that are reverse (&lt;i&gt;ultaa&lt;/i&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The chauffeur's seat is on the left side in a car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The zip of jackets are attached to the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The switches get turned on in the reverse direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The plug sockets and pins are of a different kind altogether which ensures that gadgets bought here have to have a converter for them to work properly there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. These people need to save day light and all, which means that the difference between IST (Indian Standard Time) and EST(Eastern Standard Time) which was 9.5 hours till November mid, is now 10.5 hours. This will continue till around March next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I am really happy with the courtesy sense of people in general. Whoever, you meet, never mind you know or not, will greet you with a smiling face and say "Hi", "Hello". This really leaves you with a happy state of mind and you never feel that you are an alien. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onsite life isn't easy by any stretch of imagination. You are in charge of your own life and be assured, your sense of responsibility will be thoroughly tested. If you have a tendency to be lethargic, all I can say is "Best of luck", coz., then &lt;b&gt;only luck&lt;/b&gt; can save you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came to know after coming here, why USA is considered to be a developed nation while India (in spite of being a nation to watch out for) still has miles to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me jot down few of the points:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Work Ethics&lt;/b&gt; - People are not really bothered by what you wear. You do not need a costly suit to show that you work. But what matters is - how efficiently you work and how dedicated you are. No one knows the definition of a strike. Work needs to be done and that's it. Full stop. Time management is vital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder in India, when will people understand the importance of this. We still hear - strikes being called - no one knows why! Does it really make an impact? Ambulances are still being smashed. Office windows are being broken. Doctors are taken out of their vehicles and beaten up only because they wished to attend the need of an ailing patient on the day of strike!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our so called 'leaders' - excuse me, I call them 'dealers'... most of them are pure illiterates, with scant regard for the common mass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;logon ko burbak banaye rakhne mein hi bhalayi hai --&lt;/i&gt; their motto! And man power available for cheap. Throw cash, hire goons, buy power. Simple, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Discipline - Law is a law&lt;/b&gt; - not meant to be broken. But, when breaking law is fashion, who can help! Burning buses, mob lynching, burning the national flag... we do have a long way to go. People respect law and order here, and there are far fewer mishaps and vandalism. Police is feared. I do not say, there is no corruption. Everywhere, there is.... But the extent of corruption is far lesser, which is why the whole system is far more organized. The only catch is -- too much system dependency sometimes come in the way of common sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Population &lt;/b&gt;- This should have been the first point. &lt;i&gt;Hum do, humare do&lt;/i&gt;... is still not working for a humongous part of the population. The result - geometric growth of population. Add to that - the growth of illegal immigrants. Whatever be the GDP growth, every penny is being eaten up. USA does have stringent immigrant rules and they DO implement them properly. Not so in India. Bangladesh, Nepal especially have extremely porous borders - not to mention Pakistan and China.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Education&lt;/b&gt; - Let me give a simple example. If you go to a Big Bazaar or City Center in India, or any of the shopping malls, go to any section and start looking for items. In no time, you would see a sales 'associate' appearing from nowhere. Even if you don't ask for help, he or she will continue to notice your every movement. Come on, are we all kleptomaniacs? Besides, this is so disrespectful. However, it happens only in India. The reason.... mishaps happen, things are stolen. Remember? ...breaking law is the fashion. So, normal people bear the brunt of a few miscreants. Not so in the US. You are left alone. Do whatever shopping you want. They do have technology (read spy cams) to take care of the monitoring part. But at least, it is not disrespectful. The trust is very much there. Now, why did I write all of these under Education... because education alone instills moral values. When you have moral values, when you know - snatching and stealing things is immoral, everything has a value and needs to be paid, these things do not occur. I don't care - how many million graduates pass out every year. What I wish to see is - those disrespectful glances should not hinder me, when I am trying to decide which shirt would fit me better. Way to go.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to onsite life. The good part is - I can cook confidently now! So, you won't understand how happy that makes me feel. I always felt handicapped, when my friends used to boast of their culinary abilities. I can confidently match them now. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, all said.... do I miss my country? Oh yes, I definitely do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/76/D43A8DC86CAF676F62C507C4E5567F87.png" /&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666029999468700330-5750498412155059150?l=chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~4/3RsV4_oAFGQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/feeds/5750498412155059150/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666029999468700330&amp;postID=5750498412155059150&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/5750498412155059150?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/5750498412155059150?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~3/3RsV4_oAFGQ/life-here-and-life-there.html" title="Life here and the life there..." /><author><name>Chiranjib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869690159475302047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-here-and-life-there.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYCRHw7eyp7ImA9Wx5aFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666029999468700330.post-1617013727997631607</id><published>2010-11-14T05:32:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-14T06:59:25.203+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-14T06:59:25.203+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="USA" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All posts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel" /><title>Journey to US</title><content type="html">Friends, it has been a long time, since I posted last. Actually the shift from India to US ensured that I did not have time for many of my favorite pastimes including 'blogging'. Its not been too long that I have landed here. Whereas the onsite life has its own challenges, it does present in front of you a gamut of opportunities. So, from here on, till the time I reach India again, every post would detail out my life here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start, let me tell you friends, that this was my first flight. haha!! Never ever did I fly before and that too a complex route - Kolkata-Dubai, Dubai-JFK, JFK-Philadelphia. Being alone, with two huge trolley bags and a hand luggage, it was quite a challenge... made worse by the fact that I was an absolute novice. Prior to this, I had hardly left my state West Bengal and here I was leaving India altogether for the land of a certain Mr Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would detail some interesting pieces of my journey - which I hope you people would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Air-hostesses of Emirates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/TN83O9i5PyI/AAAAAAAABFk/D37mKCqrsIk/s1600/Emirates.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/TN83O9i5PyI/AAAAAAAABFk/D37mKCqrsIk/s320/Emirates.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539206796867616546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mirates is worth flying not only for the hospitality that they provide but also for the beautiful air-hostesses. Irrespective of the race, each one of them were special. Right - They are taught to smile, their profession demands it. But the beautiful aura exuded by them cannot be taught by any institute. From the Kolkata airport, I boarded the flight and was pleasantly surprised by the gadgetry. It took me some time and some sideways glances at other co-passengers to figure out how each of the devices worked. (Remember I was a first-time flier). A certain friend had suggested me to find the washroom first as that is the most important place to go while on air. As I could not figure that out, I had to ask one of those maidens as to the exact location of the place. She readily showed me the way. Incidentally there were two foreigners (not sure which country) sitting right in front of me. The lady gave me a look which suggested I had made a cardinal sin in asking that question! Any way... was good fun otherwise. The food was delicious - not too much, not too less, just what was required. The rest of the trip till Dubai - I browsed through the numerous playlists available and slept the rest of the time. Finally I arrived Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Ordeal at the Dubai airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dubai Airport is probably one of the best in business throughout the world. Not only because of the huge area but also because of the glitz and glamor associated. I was lucky enough to have a guy walking with me who incidentally hailed from Kolkata like me. Given the complexity of the route, it was only because of him that I could figure out the correct terminal within a short span of time. While at the Dubai airport, we strolled a little bit and admired the sales expo in progress. The local time was 2AM, but it was difficult to interpret seeing how busy people were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Dubai to JFK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the flight I had pre-selected a window seat, but had to give it up when an elderly man requested me through an air-hostess that he needed that seat as his old mother was seated next to me and was a first time flier. I agreed reluctantly and got placed in the middle seat in the next row in between a middle aged lady and a Thai guy. The seat had been swapped alright - but my lunch and dinner? This I found out later - My meal preferences were actually tagged to my seat, Since it was a completely unofficial arrangement, the beautiful air-hostesses completely forgot that the seat had been swapped. Resultant - My meals were being delivered to him. By the time, someone found this out - the guy had already eaten 2 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;puris&lt;/span&gt; out of the slotted 4 that the airline provide. When asked if he had touched the food, he said, "No" and I, in the spirit of sportsmanship said, "No probs, mate" :D. Later some extra delicacies were also served to my seat number (old) and I drank some water instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. At the JFK Airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a hugely time taking journey of around 13 hours, I reached the JFK airport. Complied with the essential requirements - immigration checks etc etc, collected the luggage (as it was the port of entry), handed the luggage back over to Delta as they would transport them to my final destination and called home. I had bought calling cards from Kolkata. So, calling home was not supposed to be a big deal. However, I was unable to find the right telephone which would accept the calling card. Finally I was able to detect one and called home. Satisfied that an important task had been done, I decided to go to the terminal from where my flight to Philadelphia would commence. As I found out, I needed to board an air train which took me to the required terminal. By that time, I was already feeling something in my stomach (I was hungry, silly). Once I reached the terminal, I decided to have some snacks from Starbucks and water. Snacks was okay, but when I asked for water the lady handed me over another snacks and billed me. I was surprised because I had asked for water. Later when I looked for the label - the pronunciation of the thing was similar to 'water'!!! I had to actually finish the food, go back there and this time, I pulled up a bottle myself (didn't risk telling her again) and asked, "How much?"&lt;br /&gt;I was back at my seat, waiting impatiently for when the flight would show up on the charter. The bottle was meanwhile stranded in my hand. I was extremely thirsty, but could not quench my thirst, because (you won't believe the reason), I was unable to open the seal !! Two elderly ladies looked at me and one of them commented, "You would need to open that.." ..(as if I did not know that). Bisleri or Kinley bottles in India are easy to open. But here it took me quite a while to drive a nail in between the seal and flip it open. Finally satisfied, I sipped into the water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Reached Philadelphia airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane was hardly on air for 35 minutes, when the pilot announced to tie the seat belts again.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine at the airport... only MY LUGGAGE HAD NOT ARRIVED!! It drove me crazy figuring out where to complain. First I knocked at the Continental Airlines office and they were surprised to hear about Emirates. Seemed they heard the name for the first time!! Then I found out Delta office (I was sweating profusely by then... after the numerous carousal checks and all) and reported the issue to them. They took down my complaint and as I was re&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/TN83wzi8WnI/AAAAAAAABFs/4t9Pl18p2iE/s1600/DSCN0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/TN83wzi8WnI/AAAAAAAABFs/4t9Pl18p2iE/s200/DSCN0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539207378299017842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;turning, I asked them, "Is there a point in looking for the luggage one last time?". One of the ladies replied, "Yes, please go ahead." And voila! It was there. My trolley bags were looking at me and smiling. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a cab and came to my apartment, where a certain gentleman was supposed to receive me and hand over my key. Unfortunately he was not there and a letter stared at me, titled "WELCOME TO THE US". There were directions for me to visit to a colleague's place nearby and I pulled the already worn out luggage (and worn out myself) to his place. Later I shifted to this place, after staying over for 3 nights at 2 different hotels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/76/D43A8DC86CAF676F62C507C4E5567F87.png" /&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666029999468700330-1617013727997631607?l=chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~4/YuAx8uMS60k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/feeds/1617013727997631607/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666029999468700330&amp;postID=1617013727997631607&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/1617013727997631607?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/1617013727997631607?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~3/YuAx8uMS60k/journey-to-us.html" title="Journey to US" /><author><name>Chiranjib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869690159475302047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/TN83O9i5PyI/AAAAAAAABFk/D37mKCqrsIk/s72-c/Emirates.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/2010/11/journey-to-us.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IAQn85eCp7ImA9WxFaGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666029999468700330.post-8560893699086859983</id><published>2010-07-23T03:29:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-23T04:29:03.120+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-23T04:29:03.120+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food for thought" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All posts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Entertainment" /><title>Bits and pieces</title><content type="html">Hello World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been bad! I have been irregular! I have neglected my blog!&lt;br /&gt;Curse me... and when you are through, let me pause and then start afresh with a brand new post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if that would interest you, but I work in weird hours these days. Skeptics love to call me the watchman!! LOL :D Yeah.. that's my work on demand for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may look rusty in this post as I have not been writing since quite some time now. So apologies upfront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being awake till 3-4 AM every day does take its toll, although the watchmen of my building won't complain. They have a new colleague in me, for free that is. More sincere (seriously) and more alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me brush up on few of the updates which needed my comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The surprise wedding of Mr Dhoni with a certain Sakshi&lt;br /&gt;2. "Meow"ist uproar all over India&lt;br /&gt;3. Rise of Paul - the octopus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are many more, but these caught my attention and probably of most of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. The surprise wedding of Mr Dhoni with a certain Sakshi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mah&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/TEjGRNUxguI/AAAAAAAABDg/-lNANy9m70w/s1600/dhoni1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 62px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/TEjGRNUxguI/AAAAAAAABDg/-lNANy9m70w/s200/dhoni1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496861344142557922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;endra Singh Dhoni, after a string of pseudo-affairs and hush hush media coverages hurriedly took position beside the bride in Sakshi Singh Rawat. &lt;a href="http://www.telegraphindia.com/1100705/jsp/nation/story_12647021.jsp"&gt;The whole affair was done in such quick time, that the Indian media was literally caught napping.&lt;/a&gt;  Since enough have already been said about the wedding, I would shut my mouth and let you read through the links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can only hope that the Indian Cricket Captain's fortunes take a correct turn after entering this new phase of his personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Meow"ist uproar all over India:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/TEjHjxNmzqI/AAAAAAAABDo/h2YG4oY52I8/s1600/cat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 539px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/TEjHjxNmzqI/AAAAAAAABDo/h2YG4oY52I8/s200/cat1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496862762525445794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the cute 'hulo' I am talking about. This is a fierce member of the cat family which has sharpened its nails so much that the security forces are biting the dust. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naxalite-Maoist_insurgency"&gt;With all kinds of arrangements and 'booby traps' (as they say in the army), the ratio of police personnel killed with respect to the cats is still close to 1:1&lt;/a&gt;. Blame it on the politicians and their lack of foresight, which contributed to the situation. Today they are as powerful as some of our paramilitary forces. What is happening is not good for the nation, however why this is happening can probably be attributed to the mismanagement of people and resources at the grass root level and the ever lasting politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Rise of Paul - the octopus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/TEjIk-Kgv9I/AAAAAAAABDw/LCulImicC-g/s1600/octopus3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/TEjIk-Kgv9I/AAAAAAAABDw/LCulImicC-g/s320/octopus3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496863882693623762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail the king! Hail the king! - They say. They are not German for sure. They are the Spanish crowd. As an octopus is being given credit for correctly guessing the results of 8 out of 8 matches in the just concluded World Cup. One thought Shakira was the biggest attraction in this World Cup, but an octopus has overshadowed her popularity in a matter of few days. Scientists say that 8 out of 8 guesses is not that big a deal if we take into consideration the probability theory of mathematics. But the common men wish to believe the uncommon. So from Bipasha Basu to    Maradona, everyone was left stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not resist myself from sharing this image of Maradona with the legendary Paul, albeit a cartoon, is very realistic. [Photograph courtesy: Facebook]&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/TEjJhAIVgqI/AAAAAAAABD4/ydn7DyNCVQE/s1600/mara+octopus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/TEjJhAIVgqI/AAAAAAAABD4/ydn7DyNCVQE/s320/mara+octopus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496864914013520546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally: The latest joke doing the rounds in India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone asked Paul: "Will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; we see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;India play&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in any FIFA world cup in our lifetime?" Hearing the question, Paul faints."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a humorous article on this &lt;a href="http://www.fakingnews.com/2010/07/google-secretly-developing-a-competitor-to-paul-the-octopus/"&gt;@Faking News&lt;/a&gt;. Read on and enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/76/D43A8DC86CAF676F62C507C4E5567F87.png" /&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666029999468700330-8560893699086859983?l=chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~4/0VYZ5SkolnQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/feeds/8560893699086859983/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666029999468700330&amp;postID=8560893699086859983&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/8560893699086859983?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/8560893699086859983?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~3/0VYZ5SkolnQ/bits-and-pieces.html" title="Bits and pieces" /><author><name>Chiranjib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869690159475302047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/TEjGRNUxguI/AAAAAAAABDg/-lNANy9m70w/s72-c/dhoni1.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/2010/07/bits-and-pieces.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4NRX48fCp7ImA9WxFUE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666029999468700330.post-5503312086469433648</id><published>2010-06-23T19:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:09:54.074+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-23T20:09:54.074+05:30</app:edited><title>Brand value</title><content type="html">Brand is nothing but a name. A name which has fame. A fame which ultimately provides 'value' (perceived or actual) to the followers/customers/stake holders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brand can be an apparel, a tech tool, could be just about anything. And we can also be brands - the way we project ourselves. I have seen people known by organizations. "Oh you know that guy is from 'so and so institute' "... or "Oh he is bound to do it, since he had such and such background".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. These are perspectives. A classic case of reflected glory.. whereas the truth is organizations and institutions of repute would be mere structures of brick and mortar, had it been not for the people who make them special. So, who are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes the question of brand. If an organization is a brand today (think about it - a mere structure), why can't we be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had written in an earlier post that a certain TITAN is so much more revered than the HMT, but there wasn't much technological difference between the two (when they started off). Its just about the way TITAN projected itself, that today we are prepared to shell out substantial bucks to have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be interesting case study to see what TITAN did differently from HMT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In line with that famous statement, "Winners do not do different things. They do things differently"..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....friends, can you tell me what they did differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/76/D43A8DC86CAF676F62C507C4E5567F87.png" /&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666029999468700330-5503312086469433648?l=chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~4/ynmDi5frRzA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/feeds/5503312086469433648/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666029999468700330&amp;postID=5503312086469433648&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/5503312086469433648?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/5503312086469433648?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~3/ynmDi5frRzA/brand-value.html" title="Brand value" /><author><name>Chiranjib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869690159475302047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/2010/06/brand-value.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcERn48fyp7ImA9WxFXFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666029999468700330.post-9170245652561887673</id><published>2010-05-22T07:49:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-22T08:10:07.077+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-22T08:10:07.077+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cricket" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All posts" /><title>Rants</title><content type="html">Hi friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more cut off from the blogosphere.. it had to do more with the work pressure, lack of time, lethargy and the addiction to Facebook. However, afterall a blog is a blog! No social networking site can ever replace it. So, am back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much have happened in the interim! The IPL saga and the T20 disaster have literally put a stop on any cricketing interest that I may have had till date. Not sure whether it would be resurrected. To say bluntly, the BCCI and Mr Modi have ensured that our boys do not have any energy left when it comes to playing international cricket. Its amazing to note how money and politics can ruin a fabulous game. People who do not know anything about cricket are at the helm of affairs, making matters worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my personal front, its been like a breeze. Routine work mostly and many ad-hoc tasks. Nothing more to share really. Searching for stories do not help. So, let me stop right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/76/D43A8DC86CAF676F62C507C4E5567F87.png" /&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666029999468700330-9170245652561887673?l=chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~4/VovcS4-eygw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/feeds/9170245652561887673/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666029999468700330&amp;postID=9170245652561887673&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIMR307eCp7ImA9WxBaEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666029999468700330.post-1718302359965547462</id><published>2010-03-20T20:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-20T20:36:26.300+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-20T20:36:26.300+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Charity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food for thought" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All posts" /><title>Please donate for a good cause!</title><content type="html">Hi friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit this page and donate for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.giveindia.org/gotoigive.aspx?pagename=chiranjib" id="pagePath" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span id="lblPagePath"&gt;http://www.giveindia.org/give/pledgepage/chiranjib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/76/D43A8DC86CAF676F62C507C4E5567F87.png" /&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666029999468700330-1718302359965547462?l=chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~4/Kb5jnOsDNyE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/feeds/1718302359965547462/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666029999468700330&amp;postID=1718302359965547462&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/1718302359965547462?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/1718302359965547462?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~3/Kb5jnOsDNyE/please-donate-for-good-cause.html" title="Please donate for a good cause!" /><author><name>Chiranjib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869690159475302047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/2010/03/please-donate-for-good-cause.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEABRX47eip7ImA9WxBaEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666029999468700330.post-1466191951687987975</id><published>2010-03-20T19:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-20T20:22:34.002+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-20T20:22:34.002+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="India" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Charity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food for thought" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All posts" /><title>Give India !!</title><content type="html">When was the last time you provided food to an orphan?&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you gave clothes to a beggar?&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you fed ailing babies on the streets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the volley of questions above was not to baffle you, neither is in a bid to write something off-beat! Rather, the aim is to turn the attention towards something we forget while running through our daily chores - CHARITY! We forget that we, indeed, are more fortunate than many others. At least, we do not need to think about two square meals a day, a shelter over our heads, pieces of clothes to keep us warm in times of chilling winter. But believe me, there are people in this world who struggle for these BASIC necessities. Pity, we cruise through our fashionable clothes donning sunglasses ad what not! We feel overawed by a guy who just bought a brand new car, wishing, "Oh! I could not achieve that!". It is really good when we look up, strive for betterment, strive to achieve bigger goals. But, in a bid to do all of these, we often forget those people, who also had a dream - who dreamt for a shelter, a bowl of rice... those children, we couldn't care less about, still work in the roadside dhabas - to hell with the child labor laws and all - who cares! Yet, we never protest! Even, myself, the self proclaimed blogger and writer - I write, yet do not have enough capability to drag that child out of that damned dhaba and give him some food and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is - how much can we really do! Readers may argue - "We are busy with our jobs" "Careers take away most of the precious times" "But how can we help?"&lt;br /&gt;Exactly so - I was indeed waiting for that last question. How can you help! Well, I just received a mailer from &lt;a href="http://www.indiblogger.in/"&gt;Indiblogger&lt;/a&gt; to write blogs for the cause of charity and I thought - why not!     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;1. Visit the Give India page. What is Give India?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What is GiveIndia?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GiveIndia is a NGO that raises funds for the poorest of the poor in India by helping you donate money to &lt;script&gt;utmx_section("GI-HP-credibility")&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.giveindia.org/listofNGO.aspx"&gt;200+ tru&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.giveindia.org/listofNGO.aspx"&gt;stworthy charities&lt;/a&gt;. All NGOs on GiveIndia have been &lt;script&gt;utmx_section("GI-HP-screened")&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.giveindia.org/t-certified.aspx"&gt;screened&lt;/a&gt; for transparency and credibility.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please go to &lt;a href="http://www.giveindia.org/default.aspx"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; page. Here is the url in case the click does not work.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.giveindia.org/default.aspx&lt;br /&gt;2. Register to the site. Go through the links. You would find &lt;a href="http://www.giveindia.org/listofNGO.aspx"&gt;plenty of Indian NGOs&lt;/a&gt; associated.&lt;br /&gt;3. Login and find the links to donate. Options include &lt;a href="http://www.giveindia.org/PayRollGiveIndia.aspx"&gt;getting an amount deducted from the payroll every month through your company payroll&lt;/a&gt;. Several companies are listed there which could be found in the drop down menu.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least, this donation for charity comes under the purview of Income Tax benefits under section 80G (50% tax benefit). Yes, you would receive receipts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, let us come together! Say YES to charity! We would earn lots, but donation towards needy ones would really go a long way in putting a smile on some of these faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/S6Tgp2ViRTI/AAAAAAAABDU/zJgAaXECeJI/s1600-h/2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/S6Tgp2ViRTI/AAAAAAAABDU/zJgAaXECeJI/s200/2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450728458590242098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/76/D43A8DC86CAF676F62C507C4E5567F87.png" /&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666029999468700330-1466191951687987975?l=chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~4/SGj5FUBstI0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/feeds/1466191951687987975/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666029999468700330&amp;postID=1466191951687987975&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/1466191951687987975?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/1466191951687987975?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~3/SGj5FUBstI0/give-india.html" title="Give India !!" /><author><name>Chiranjib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869690159475302047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/S6Tgp2ViRTI/AAAAAAAABDU/zJgAaXECeJI/s72-c/2.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/2010/03/give-india.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMNQ3k9eCp7ImA9WxBbGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666029999468700330.post-7289186375593007510</id><published>2010-03-18T09:29:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T10:14:52.760+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-18T10:14:52.760+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="India" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food for thought" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All posts" /><title>The Fat regime!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/S6Guwz8LAuI/AAAAAAAABDM/J5Yex_Vvigs/s1600-h/hilsha-paturi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/S6Guwz8LAuI/AAAAAAAABDM/J5Yex_Vvigs/s400/hilsha-paturi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449829177694552802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing my Igoogle page for the daily updates this morning and decided to add a new frame - guess what! The Fat Loss window! However, I am pissed off on seeing the tips! Whatever I love to gorge on are a strict NO NO! It's something like window shopping that I am doing right now - seeing the tips, appreciating it wholeheartedly, however I am apprehensive about trying them out.&lt;br /&gt;Indian cuisine as such is very spicy and when we consider the subset Bengali cuisine which I am so fond of, things get hotter and spicier. Take the instance of the simply 'machher jhol' or fish curry in English. My mom is an artist when she cooks it for me. But take my word, it is spicy! Indian restaurants worldwide are a favorite destination for people from almost every nationality. However, many of them are either run by a Pakistani or SriLankan. Of course, food, in this part of the world is almost the same. Yet the name is in favor of "Indian" cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;In a bid not to divert from the topic, today's tip in Igoogle tells me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No carbs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; after 9 p.m. Eat no bread, cereal, or pasta until morning.  Extra carbs eaten at night often convert to fat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, we follow sort of a reverse order. Our breakfast is the most light and this is the order.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast&lt;lunch&gt;&lt;dinner for="" few="" breakfast=""&gt;&lt;dinner&gt;&lt;lunch the="" actual="" order="" should="" breakfast=""&gt;Lunch&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;We should have a heavy breakfast, then the body is able to burn out the calories gained during the entire day of movement. When we have a heavy dinner, and go to sleep immediately or sometime later, our body hardly gets the chance of burning down the calories, instead they get absorbed into the body and turn into fat.&lt;br /&gt;With an work culture, such as mine, I hardly ever get a chance to exercise apart from the regular 20 minutes of walk that I do daily while getting back to home. Ahh.. I should not give an excuse, but really, that's the way things stand at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/76/D43A8DC86CAF676F62C507C4E5567F87.png" /&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;/lunch&gt;&lt;/dinner&gt;&lt;/dinner&gt;&lt;/lunch&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666029999468700330-7289186375593007510?l=chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~4/Ha0mVUGWnXI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/feeds/7289186375593007510/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666029999468700330&amp;postID=7289186375593007510&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/7289186375593007510?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/7289186375593007510?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~3/Ha0mVUGWnXI/fat-regime.html" title="The Fat regime!" /><author><name>Chiranjib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869690159475302047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/S6Guwz8LAuI/AAAAAAAABDM/J5Yex_Vvigs/s72-c/hilsha-paturi.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/2010/03/fat-regime.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUESXg9fyp7ImA9WxBbGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666029999468700330.post-7619763551516827340</id><published>2010-03-17T09:44:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-17T10:00:08.667+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-17T10:00:08.667+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All posts" /><title>The Blogo-gloom?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/S6BZ-GGSPoI/AAAAAAAABDE/4NQ8u1RrmyY/s1600-h/2008-06-23-microblogging.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/S6BZ-GGSPoI/AAAAAAAABDE/4NQ8u1RrmyY/s400/2008-06-23-microblogging.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449454472442035842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently &lt;a href="http://aliceinneverland.wordpress.com/"&gt;Alice&lt;/a&gt; commented on an earlier post of mine on the growing blogo-gloom! Now, what is that! For those who are not very accustomed with the term, well, it simply means 'a gloomy atmosphere in the blogosphere'. By gloomy, we mean, more and more people are feeling more and more reluctant than ever to write full fledged blog posts. Why is that? Let me take this opportunity to scrutinize it a bit further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the advent of high tech social networking sites and micro-blogging sites, are people more inclined to write within a sentence or two, whatever they feel like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook and Orkut, the two premiere social networking sites have n-number of features which make it easy to share thoughts, comments, pictures, videos, articles and what not! With the age of less time-more work, more and more people are hooking on to them. And yes, how can I forget Twitter. Of course it is the mother of micro-blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resultant, writing a long blog post and meticulously placing relevant photographs, making the content catchy and beautiful is not exactly the order of the day, any more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is a different kind of flavor in full fledged blogging and helps to bring out the true writer in you, which can never be accomplished through bits and pieces commenting and status updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the intermittent gloom in blogosphere, well, I am pretty sure that this is a temporary phase. Everyone needs varieties. [At least I need]. Life usually goes a full circle and would be true in this instance as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when the phase of Facebooking and Twittering is over, blogging will return. For me, it has already... that is exactly why, you are seeing this blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice, I broke my jinx. Let us see when others break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/76/D43A8DC86CAF676F62C507C4E5567F87.png" /&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666029999468700330-7619763551516827340?l=chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~4/HqAL9t88YNM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/feeds/7619763551516827340/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666029999468700330&amp;postID=7619763551516827340&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/7619763551516827340?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/7619763551516827340?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~3/HqAL9t88YNM/blogo-gloom.html" title="The Blogo-gloom?" /><author><name>Chiranjib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869690159475302047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/S6BZ-GGSPoI/AAAAAAAABDE/4NQ8u1RrmyY/s72-c/2008-06-23-microblogging.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/2010/03/blogo-gloom.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cGQXo9fSp7ImA9WxBVFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666029999468700330.post-1658804853516299172</id><published>2010-02-20T11:08:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:20:20.465+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-20T11:20:20.465+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All posts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Entertainment" /><title>Khichdi...</title><content type="html">Hi friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you all? I regret not have written for quite some time now... guess it had to do with those 'trough' phases when I would just love to stay within me. Well, to compensate, I did paint two graffitis on Facebook, not the best you would see, say in a Public Gallery. But well, it felt nice to see that some creativity is still left, after the daily chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you all!! Recently Preposterous girl told me that my comment page is disabled. In fact those two graffitis had played havoc on my entire blog layout - a reason in part for me writing this post! ...to set this straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed with work and training! I did find my solitude after a tiring day at work through social networking and chatting up with old friends and acquaintances and most importantly, music!&lt;br /&gt;I have recently been listening more to the likes of Pandit Shiv Kumar Sharma, Ustad Amjad Ali Khan and western evergreen music of Kenny G and Yanni! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The ideal way to listen to Music:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the steps I follow (and you should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;) =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Switch off all the lights. Make the room dark.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tune in to the music you want to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;3. Keep the volume low so that it soothes your soul, rather than pounding on your ear drums.&lt;br /&gt;4. Close your eyes  &lt;br /&gt;5. Picture beautiful scenes in connection to the tunes and feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;Before you know, you would fall into a silent sleep. Ahh!! the much awaited rest for the eyes, for the soul!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/76/D43A8DC86CAF676F62C507C4E5567F87.png" /&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666029999468700330-1658804853516299172?l=chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~4/cGCOvjg4gmU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/feeds/1658804853516299172/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666029999468700330&amp;postID=1658804853516299172&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/1658804853516299172?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/1658804853516299172?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~3/cGCOvjg4gmU/khichdi.html" title="Khichdi..." /><author><name>Chiranjib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869690159475302047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/2010/02/khichdi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8CSXc5fCp7ImA9WxBVE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666029999468700330.post-8681512445710946736</id><published>2010-02-16T22:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:01:08.924+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-16T22:01:08.924+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Art" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All posts" /><title>Graffiti</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="padding:5px;background-color:#F7F3F7;border:1px solid #ccc;width:580px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="370"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://s3.amazonaws.com/graffitiswf/graffiti_external.swf?random_name=162a73b810612130371165b051e1952b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/graffitiswf/graffiti_external.swf?random_name=162a73b810612130371165b051e1952b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="580" height="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight from my facebook profile... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/76/D43A8DC86CAF676F62C507C4E5567F87.png"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666029999468700330-8681512445710946736?l=chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~4/RxyCWUrlZjQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/feeds/8681512445710946736/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666029999468700330&amp;postID=8681512445710946736&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/8681512445710946736?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/8681512445710946736?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~3/RxyCWUrlZjQ/graffiti_16.html" title="Graffiti" /><author><name>Chiranjib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869690159475302047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/2010/02/graffiti_16.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04DSXw6eyp7ImA9WxBVE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666029999468700330.post-2987551102664722826</id><published>2010-02-16T21:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:29:38.213+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-16T21:29:38.213+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Art" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All posts" /><title>Graffiti</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); padding: 5px; background-color: rgb(247, 243, 247); width: 580px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://s3.amazonaws.com/graffitiswf/graffiti_external.swf?random_name=1a13a709c51ec483081f549b7388dbf4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/graffitiswf/graffiti_external.swf?random_name=1a13a709c51ec483081f549b7388dbf4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="580" height="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;straight from facebook....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/76/D43A8DC86CAF676F62C507C4E5567F87.png" /&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666029999468700330-2987551102664722826?l=chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~4/-WA6OwaGbo8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/feeds/2987551102664722826/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666029999468700330&amp;postID=2987551102664722826&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/2987551102664722826?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/2987551102664722826?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~3/-WA6OwaGbo8/graffiti.html" title="Graffiti" /><author><name>Chiranjib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869690159475302047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/2010/02/graffiti.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQDSH8ycCp7ImA9WxBWE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666029999468700330.post-4263733773763491072</id><published>2010-02-05T23:50:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-06T00:46:19.198+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-06T00:46:19.198+05:30</app:edited><title>IT: What's the future?</title><content type="html">It was sort of spam - which triggered the idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell all of you in detail. I have recently switched to full-fledged comment moderation, as these spammers have really started becoming pain in my a**. Anyway, in one of these comment moderation phases, I saw this pseudo-spam. 'Pseudo' because although the comment was not at related to the post, it was not entirely rubbish. In fact it spoke about solar panels and how he had been able to manufacture one with little cost involved. I am not yet sure if there are scripts which could download malwares and spywares in my machine as soon as a single click was done, but the articles there made sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he not given me any money to promote his site (and already I have been generous enough by publishing his pseudo-spam). So, lets leave the discussion right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, just the other day, I was thinking about our huge IT industry. I am sure most of the bloggers come from that arena. Let me ask you an open question: How many of you think you would retire as an IT professional? Well, a frank confession from my end: I do not think so! The simple reason being, open your eyes, this industry is fast attaining saturation. Readers who think they are afraid, let me tell you, this will take another, say 10-15 years (minimum)... but this WILL happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me enumerate the reasons for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short term effect:&lt;br /&gt;The worldwide recession which hit the market in 2008-09. Although the markets are getting revived, yet the golden days are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long term effect:&lt;br /&gt;The predominant factor why IT industries saw their boom in India and other south Asian countries was because of the scope of having the same work done through comparatively much lower wages. Various sectors saw IT as being an enabler to the competitive edge. Sadly, this no longer holds true. Today IT provides efficiency, but is no longer as effective in providing the competitive edge. I did read an article on similar lines from Harvard Business Reviews. Also check statistics of all IT majors and medium players and check how they had progressed in the 90s in terms of employee count, % year to year profit and how they are doing now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counter-argument:&lt;br /&gt;There are counter-arguments to this. Innovation, thinking out-of-the-box can still help. As long as there is value addition, competition will thrive. From a technical perspective, suppose company A1 provides technical maintenance to a retail major B1 and company A2 provides the same support to another retail major B2. So, if the basics are same, work is mechanical, no value addition, there is no difference technically. However, if company A1 can provide an additional measure which provides capability of statistical forecasting, it could be something that even company B2 would be interested in. There comes the competition. So why do you say? IT is getting saturated - its merely an enabler, not an entity to drive crucial competitive edge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. true.. very true.. however, there are other factors to consider. In the initial years of globalization, India did not have too many companies investing here or ready to hire natives. However, the market was fresh and opportunities were galore, if one had the eyes to recognize. Big players cashed in. Even small and medium players saw their opportunities. But today, this is not so. With the rupee gaining steadily versus the dollar, the wages gave climbed up! Recession and unemployment have hit the Western world badly. There's large scale hue and cry as to why their own nationals are not being given jobs - why work is being outsourced.. Well, still, there's point in investing in our people... good skills for comparatively low wages! Great deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the question is: How long? With China crawling in closer by the day and continents like Africa still unexplored by the biggies, there's more to come! India still has the advantage of housing the largest English speaking population of the world! But that advantage could fade away with our neighbor speeding up at remarkable pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what next! Well, I would put my money on the industries for non-conventional energy sources - solar energy, wind energy, nuclear energy... all of these should take up and grow at a rapid rate. The conditions are favorable as well. With the fossil fuels degenerating and getting used up at an astronomical rate, this industry will experience an unprecedented boom in the coming years. It is a niche area as well and not many players are out there competing. The sector is more or less unorganized as well, specially in India.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, friends: what are you thinking? Pour your hearts out and comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/76/D43A8DC86CAF676F62C507C4E5567F87.png" /&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666029999468700330-4263733773763491072?l=chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~4/_aipWLRD7hU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/feeds/4263733773763491072/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666029999468700330&amp;postID=4263733773763491072&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/4263733773763491072?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/4263733773763491072?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~3/_aipWLRD7hU/it-whats-future.html" title="IT: What's the future?" /><author><name>Chiranjib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869690159475302047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-whats-future.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UBQXs9cSp7ImA9WxBWEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666029999468700330.post-5554553771366155464</id><published>2010-02-01T20:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:10:50.569+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-01T20:10:50.569+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="signs of deception" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Melancholy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All posts" /><title>The sweet-as-sugar guys</title><content type="html">The sweet-as-sugar guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are various kinds of people in this world and today, I am tempted to write about one type. The type that is the most dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;Well, these people are generally average built, have a calm disposition, always put down their heads and listen to superiors without as much as a word. But within, they curse them with all their might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, you should be particularly aware that these people can really stab at your back and make your life miserable if they get a single chance. Diplomatic to the core, they know how to appease men in high ranks. But look out for that scratch which you suffered.. still wondering, how it happened? Be assured, it's the work of that same average looking guy who smiled at you and gave a rose!! You saw the rose, you did not see the spike!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they have a BIG shortcoming. They think none can understand their true motive. They think they can fool all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY DO NOT KNOW THEY ARE WRONG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/76/D43A8DC86CAF676F62C507C4E5567F87.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666029999468700330-5554553771366155464?l=chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~4/HWGpTe3u7VY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/feeds/5554553771366155464/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666029999468700330&amp;postID=5554553771366155464&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/5554553771366155464?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/5554553771366155464?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~3/HWGpTe3u7VY/sweet-as-sugar-guys.html" title="The sweet-as-sugar guys" /><author><name>Chiranjib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869690159475302047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweet-as-sugar-guys.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUFSXc7eip7ImA9WxBXFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666029999468700330.post-403986043932449979</id><published>2010-01-27T22:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:03:38.902+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-28T00:03:38.902+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All posts" /><title>I got a Padmasree</title><content type="html">hahahahahahaha.. :D&lt;br /&gt;The way the prestigious national awards are being distributed freely, the day is not far when even I may bag a Padmasree (or bhushan) for 'whatever' reason!!&lt;br /&gt;Some of the choices these year were baffling to say the least! I agree that some of the choices were proper and apt, but there were others which raised questions. I would not take names here, but if such awards are distributed with so much ease, I have serious doubts on the value quotient. I am equally inquisitive about the quality of judges and panel who nominate and select the awardees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/76/D43A8DC86CAF676F62C507C4E5567F87.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666029999468700330-403986043932449979?l=chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~4/5SvvdhwX9U8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/feeds/403986043932449979/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666029999468700330&amp;postID=403986043932449979&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/403986043932449979?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/403986043932449979?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~3/5SvvdhwX9U8/i-got-padmasree.html" title="I got a Padmasree" /><author><name>Chiranjib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869690159475302047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-got-padmasree.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUGSX89cCp7ImA9WxBQFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666029999468700330.post-8972114402305453980</id><published>2010-01-14T10:09:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-14T10:13:48.168+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-14T10:13:48.168+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Business" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Success" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food for thought" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Career" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All posts" /><title>Are you a brand?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/S06g2J_ww-I/AAAAAAAABCU/aQPBrK_sfps/s1600-h/brand_strategy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/S06g2J_ww-I/AAAAAAAABCU/aQPBrK_sfps/s400/brand_strategy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426451453284762594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brand - Have you thought about it? Why is a Titan revered so much more than, say a certain HMT. Why people go gaga over Nike tees, when probably you can get the same sort of tee at 1/4th the price? Well, the difference lies in creating a brand value. These were mere materials. But these can well apply to professionals as well. Making a brand out of yourself truly matters. No two human beings look alike. But there are 'n' number of professionals who work in similar fashion day in and day out. So, give it a thought. What is it that makes you different from other peers in our experience level? Is there a difference? If there is, then work on it. If there is not, then work on it even more. In the process create a brand out of yourself. You should be known, not by your looks, your mannerisms or by your etiquette. Of course they go a long way in shaping up the brand. But they represent the 'look and feel' of a TITAN. The MAIN differentiating factor has to be in your longing for perfection, in your drive towards excellence, in consistency, in venturing in areas which others are afraid of. Then, my dear friend, you will be able to create a positive difference for yourself as well as the organization."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Again, it all lies in the basics. Jot down your strong and weak points. Sharpen your strong points. Work on your weak points. Stay focused, committed towards creating value. A great way to stay motivated is to dream, to view yourself as the most successful professional you have ever seen. To create an imagery out for oneself is a big step forward towards really achieving the oh-so-dreamy dream!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself all of these in the morning today. Knowing what to do is one thing and doing it actually is a separate story altogether. What do you think, friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/76/D43A8DC86CAF676F62C507C4E5567F87.png" /&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666029999468700330-8972114402305453980?l=chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~4/9x_Hod607cg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/feeds/8972114402305453980/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666029999468700330&amp;postID=8972114402305453980&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/8972114402305453980?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/8972114402305453980?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~3/9x_Hod607cg/are-you-brand.html" title="Are you a brand?" /><author><name>Chiranjib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869690159475302047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/S06g2J_ww-I/AAAAAAAABCU/aQPBrK_sfps/s72-c/brand_strategy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/2010/01/are-you-brand.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08MRHg8fyp7ImA9WxBRGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666029999468700330.post-8202009695875784527</id><published>2010-01-08T02:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-08T03:01:25.677+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-08T03:01:25.677+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All posts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny" /><title>2010 Resolutions</title><content type="html">Hi people&lt;br /&gt;I am back as promised. If the resolutions for 2009 were crazy, this year it would be simple, realistic!&lt;br /&gt;1) I wish to have greater control over my emotions.  I know I can control my mind, but I want it more.&lt;br /&gt;2) I wanna get rid of my blocked nose.. no I don't want to cut it off, but may be, use a nasal strip for good amount of ventilation. Few people know that I am the biggest consumer of nasal drops in whole of India!&lt;br /&gt;3) I have become a fan of '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;raaz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pichhle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;janam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;' (secret of the past life) regularly aired on weekdays on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NDTV&lt;/span&gt; Imagine. If you ask me: Do you believe in past life? I would say "Yes". So, the resolution is: I would go and have a glimpse of my past life!&lt;br /&gt;4) I have NOT taken anti-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rabbies&lt;/span&gt; vaccine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I was not bitten by any dog. But I may need to take one other type of vaccine, which, to my dismay, is yet to be manufactured worldwide. I may start a bit of research on it.&lt;br /&gt;5) I need a bit of sleep. I can sleep. I will sleep. I must sleep.&lt;br /&gt;6) Number 4 is even more important because I am thinking of pairing up. Say 'cheers' to the thought, at least!&lt;br /&gt;7) I need some cash. My bank balances are at an all time low.&lt;br /&gt;8) Some big challenges are likely to come my way. I think it would be cakewalk for me, though. (When I say "I think", read "I am DETERMINED to make it a cakewalk")&lt;br /&gt;9) I need to catch some movies at a theatre. I watched the last movie in October'09. Now, would you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I wanna jot down any more. With the clock hitting 3AM, it's time to hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your resolutions for 2010? Feel free to jot down in the comments section. The page is all yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/76/D43A8DC86CAF676F62C507C4E5567F87.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666029999468700330-8202009695875784527?l=chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~4/BZv-hqbeRtc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/feeds/8202009695875784527/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666029999468700330&amp;postID=8202009695875784527&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/8202009695875784527?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/8202009695875784527?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~3/BZv-hqbeRtc/2010-resolutions.html" title="2010 Resolutions" /><author><name>Chiranjib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869690159475302047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-resolutions.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EERX07eyp7ImA9WxBREU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666029999468700330.post-575783772252329807</id><published>2009-12-30T02:14:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-30T02:50:04.303+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-30T02:50:04.303+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food for thought" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All posts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny" /><title>My 2009 resolutions reportcard!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/SzpxWLRjhNI/AAAAAAAABCM/IQ31hm6_9AI/s1600-h/report_card.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/SzpxWLRjhNI/AAAAAAAABCM/IQ31hm6_9AI/s400/report_card.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420769727291294930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the year 2009 is coming to an end.. looking back there are few things which come to my mind. But before I really take a deep dive into what went right and what did not, let me reflect on &lt;a href="http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-year-resolutions.html"&gt;my resolutions for 2009&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Promise everyone with a small 'conditions apply' tag.&lt;img src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/aetsch/cheeky-smiley-020.gif" /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;-- Yes, I did it! So am happy and safe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/aetsch/cheeky-smiley-020.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Stay away from girls and dogs. Both bite and bite hard! It hurts! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oooh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/traurig/sad-smiley-019.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;-- Ab-so-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lutely&lt;/span&gt;! 10 on 10 in this as well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/aetsch/cheeky-smiley-020.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Laugh often and never cry.&lt;img src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/grinser/grinning-smiley-003.gif" /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;-- I could  not keep this promise totally! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/traurig/sad-smiley-019.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Make friendships only with boys (in a strictly non-pervert and innocent sense, NOT what you think, you *****!) &lt;img src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/sauer/angry-smiley-006.gif" /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;-- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. well... yeah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/aetsch/cheeky-smiley-020.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Feign to be intelligent. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;-- Many idiots, one intelligent.. guess who!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Whenever in trouble, speak the truth. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;-- I do that! But sorry, that has landed me in more trouble!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Whenever not in trouble, also speak the truth. Oh! both sound so similar, isn't it? &lt;img src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/fragend/confused-smiley-013.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;-- Followed totally..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Research on how to increase the limits of blogger, so that I may never have to switch to another account and am able to write 90 years of blah blah blah.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;-- This is a pending task&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Make money out of everything! Am short of cash! Seriously! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;-- I have spent more than I have made, well, almost... a jackpot anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, friends, what do you make out of all that? A mixed year for me? huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's resolutions would be different. Keep your fingers crossed till I am back with my list. And oh, by the way, have you shortlisted your top 'n' movies, shows, books, blogs, blog posts, music tracks, events and etc etc etc for the year (almost) gone by? What did you say? "Not yet" "Time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kahaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!" "Forget it"??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on! Write something! Take a bit of time out of your busy schedule and prepare a list - say of music tracks. Sort in descending order of preferences. Play the tracks on the night of 31st December. Have an I-Pod handy. Watch the night sky explode with fire crackers all around and play back the songs. See if each of the songs bring back a specific incident of the year gone by! ...science calls this "associated memory".. for example, the song "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tujhe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bhi&lt;/span&gt;" may bring back memories of your first (or last) kiss! (not me)! Close your eyes. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would feel nostalgic, feel good, rejuvenated, ready to take on the new year with new hopes and expectations... you would feel all charged up. Friends, try it for a change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would come back shortly with my list of resolutions for 2010 and also what went right for me and what did not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, (in the classic style of reality TV shows) PLEASE DO NOT GO ANYWHERE! I WILL BE RIGHT BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, ciao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/76/D43A8DC86CAF676F62C507C4E5567F87.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image source: http://nnhs.newton.k12.ma.us/go/content/view/413/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666029999468700330-575783772252329807?l=chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~4/c-jhngflw1g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/feeds/575783772252329807/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666029999468700330&amp;postID=575783772252329807&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/575783772252329807?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/575783772252329807?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~3/c-jhngflw1g/my-2009-resolutions-reportcard.html" title="My 2009 resolutions reportcard!" /><author><name>Chiranjib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869690159475302047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d7Hp0pXWDHk/SzpxWLRjhNI/AAAAAAAABCM/IQ31hm6_9AI/s72-c/report_card.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-2009-resolutions-reportcard.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMFRXY6eSp7ImA9WxBSFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666029999468700330.post-2600421780996760002</id><published>2009-12-23T15:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:30:14.811+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-23T15:30:14.811+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spirituality" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All posts" /><title>The strength within...</title><content type="html">I have seen the past...&lt;br /&gt;The crowning glory to the dusk of doomsday&lt;br /&gt;The ecstasy of win to the heartbreak of failure&lt;br /&gt;The wreckage of hope to the most hopeful of dreams&lt;br /&gt;The feeling to stand atop the most daunting of challenges&lt;br /&gt;The strength to withstand any and every kind of adversity&lt;br /&gt;I embody all that is good&lt;br /&gt;I embody all that glorifies humanity&lt;br /&gt;And yet, people ridicule me..&lt;br /&gt;But then, I am controlled by the brain, managed by the heart&lt;br /&gt;So you can punch me once&lt;br /&gt;I shall stand up&lt;br /&gt;Punch me again&lt;br /&gt;I will stand up&lt;br /&gt;Punch me again and again&lt;br /&gt;I must stand up&lt;br /&gt;I love being tested again and again&lt;br /&gt;only for the sheer pleasure of seeing you punching the walls&lt;br /&gt;...in anguish, in disappointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Swami Vivekananda said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"When I Asked God for Strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;He Gave Me Difficult Situations to Face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;When I Asked God for Brain &amp;amp; Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;He Gave Me Puzzles in Life to Solve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;When I Asked God for Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;He Showed Me Some Unhappy People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;When I Asked God for Wealth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;He Showed Me How to Work Hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;When I Asked God for Favors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;He Showed Me Opportunities to Work Hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;When I Asked God for Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;He Showed Me How to Help Others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;God Gave Me Nothing I Wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;He Gave Me Everything I Needed "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God, I am thankful to you for all that you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;I curse myself for not being able to glorify you enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylivesignature.com/signatures/54487/76/D43A8DC86CAF676F62C507C4E5567F87.png" /&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666029999468700330-2600421780996760002?l=chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~4/JzMYn12f0us" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/feeds/2600421780996760002/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666029999468700330&amp;postID=2600421780996760002&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/2600421780996760002?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666029999468700330/posts/default/2600421780996760002?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/chiranjibmazumdar/~3/JzMYn12f0us/strength-within.html" title="The strength within..." /><author><name>Chiranjib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869690159475302047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chiranjibmazumdar.blogspot.com/2009/12/strength-within.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

