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/><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>435</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Unperturbed" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="unperturbed" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28657937.post-6876176283806329427</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 14:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-23T20:04:55.008+05:30</atom:updated><title>Weekend trip</title><description>All work and no play!&lt;br /&gt;But we did have our share last weekend when me and Divsy went to lansdowne - can I ever forget the awesome weather and the fog setting in. I am also very happy about three things:&lt;br /&gt;1. I visited 3 very famous temples of my land.&lt;br /&gt;2. Clicked temples once again. (I so love clicking anything to do with God)&lt;br /&gt;3. 13 abstract frames - out of the blue. I think I want to give a pat on my back for this sudden creativity. I am happy with what I got.&lt;br /&gt;But I am not indulging in photography for some days - got loads of work on my plate. Guess what, I am actually enjoying it. I hardly feel like being connected to Net.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, Mili is enjoying her stay at nani-house...I and manish can hardly wait to get her back - Miss you girlie. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28657937-6876176283806329427?l=thatwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/2009/09/weekend-trip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</author><thr:total>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28657937.post-3448132340882852443</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2009 12:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-28T18:03:42.801+05:30</atom:updated><title>Step into my shoes...</title><description>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thatwasit/3861615745/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3475/3861615745_c15c7fb307.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thatwasit/3861615745/"&gt;Step into my shoes...&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thatwasit/"&gt;TimeCaptured - Monika R&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	"Step into my shoes and then see things" - how often have we heard this. Pretty much every time when we have a disconnect with others. What does it really mean? Change roles and see things from other's perspective. Well, right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really easy. To step into someone else's shoes, you gotta take out your own first. Which essentially means you need to leave your comfort, ego, perceptions, thoughts and expressions to be able to relate to what the other person is feeling or thinking to trying to say. Do we listen? Do we understand? Do we make an effort? Been thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, we try to step into other's shoes wearing our own - which rather than helping the other person almost suffocates him/her. We try to get into their situations with all of our perceptions and thoughts and ifs and buts...resulting in a total chaos for self and them. Wish we operated differently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Mili's red pair that I absolutely love - I wish I coud step into these :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28657937-3448132340882852443?l=thatwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/2009/08/step-into-my-shoes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3475/3861615745_c15c7fb307_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28657937.post-5834192541578998379</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 16:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-26T22:18:17.906+05:30</atom:updated><title>Here I am.</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes there is a push - an expectation which you want to come to terms with. Because you don't want to let down. I like when that push comes my way and I like it even more when I live up to it. Great guns. :) August did not finally go without a post from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A lot has happened - my last two months went by in putting things into perspective - a long cherished dream of holding up an exhibition finally on grounds. Almost over and done with. Pretty satisfied at the end of the day. I had all my close ones with and by my side, whether in thoughts or in reality. Thanks. Its like something is forever on your mind and then it materializes. Good. A pat on my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What next? Well, lots of work at the moment and then we shall see. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;November Rain - full on in my mind. I like to see the positivity that lies in that one line which for some strange reasons I did not see for long. Until ofcourse someone pointed it out. Its strange - you see things that you want to and read things that you actually want to. Nothing really beyond that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is a new day and tomorrow shall be another new day - I sleep with a hope that tomorrow is not too late. Ofcourse thanking God for all that I have and have had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheers. A lot to write really - lot more than my mind can handle. Slowly, eventually - go with the flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28657937-5834192541578998379?l=thatwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-i-am.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28657937.post-3657474689473639876</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 07:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-16T12:58:29.428+05:30</atom:updated><title>The breakthrough...</title><description>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thatwasit/3726195786/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2431/3726195786_8b4a910ef6.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thatwasit/3726195786/"&gt;The breakthrough...&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thatwasit/"&gt;TimeCaptured - Monika R&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	....Obstacles come your way and reactions of various types block your way - its the breakthrough factor that counts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Every behaviour of yours is a reflection of the 'principles' you have set in your lives'. I quite believe in that. You need to constantly be aware of the principles that govern your life. And your beliefs. You can chose to be negative, or you can chose to be positive. You can let situations impact you or you can chose to take control of the situations. Often times 90-10 rule helps. 10% of life is made up of what happens to you (on which you have NO control). But, 90% of life is decided by how you react (which only YOU control). How very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss told me about the 90-10 rule and ever since then he has given me situations where I could implement it. I am glad he took time off to make me understand the apply it in my life. It works. try it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28657937-3657474689473639876?l=thatwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/2009/07/breakthrough_16.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2431/3726195786_8b4a910ef6_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28657937.post-4138343439021136557</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 May 2009 13:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-30T19:27:09.755+05:30</atom:updated><title>Unorganized me...</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of those days when I totally cleaned up everything that I came across at home..and then realized how very unorganized I have been all these years. Fish. Terribly upset with myself for being so lazy in life that in one day I spend almost 8 hours trying to arrange things in my wardrobe. The arrangement done was an overkill I guess when I stacked up all blacks on one side, and white on the other and thereby stacking up clothes according to colors. I realized I have over 9 black shirts and almost every other color in my wardrobe except a yellow! Green was another color which was never in my list but I picked up 2-3 greens in last one month so am good on that one. :) Ab ye tou too much ho gaya...talking about my wardrobe and the colors there...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28657937-4138343439021136557?l=thatwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/2009/05/unorganized-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28657937.post-4439858397892704210</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 01:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-28T07:07:11.012+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rock</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trance</category><title>Hard Rock..</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...It's strange how I detest hard rock after an hour of listening it yet for the very first one hour, it just goes into my blood, running through my veins. This time, I am talking about 'Death magnetic' - another of those beuatiful albums by Metallica. There is something about those songs...the bass, the beats, and the guitar. man, they are just awesome. I think I almost froze my ears yesterday evening by listening non stop for 2 hours on full on volumes - primarily 'The judas Kiss' and 'The apocalypse' and "The suicide and redemption'. The first 3 minutes of music in this last song just took my breath away - I have never thought metallica to be as powerful as they seemed, specially after the split they had. 'Unforgiven III' is also not good, though not really as appealing as the first one which is my all time favourite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So much for rock - I also bought another cd 'The ultimate rock collection' with songs from deep purple, poison, whitesnake, and few others...kind of okay..the cd buzzes with the first number being 'rock you like a hurricane' - that famous number we have heard umpteen times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What I really need now is a decent collection of trance - in last 3 months, I have bought 4 cds (one of them being ARMIN) yet the collection seems to die out after first two songs...yesterday I looked through Planet M and Music World for good trance (any of the Armins, paul, Judge J) but did not find a single one. Someone tell me where do I get the album 76. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28657937-4439858397892704210?l=thatwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/2009/05/hard-rock.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28657937.post-3950097787331795315</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2009 17:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-16T22:49:31.441+05:30</atom:updated><title>Long time indeed...</title><description>...a very very long time. Was on a photography break as well as blogging break. Somehow I seem to have lost interest in both.&lt;br /&gt;Was it a phase? I hope this is a phase.&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened since I last left from here - no start or end to conclude - life goes on. It most definitely does. I will not get into the eventualities of what it does to you. :) Hota hai, jindagi hai. Chalne do.&lt;br /&gt;Work front - full fledged. I see myself dwelving deeper into the project. Thanks to my boss, he helped me in getting into the hang of things. Guess that was one thing really needed for me to come up the curve. Not perfect yet..but atleast I make an effort to be one. That is the key for me. Phase 2 begins and simultaneously Phase 3 assessment is going on. Important to handle it carefully. So I will.&lt;br /&gt;Photography - pretty much a break from flickr. After my pushkar clicks, I did not touch my camera. But yes, I did click random flowers during my Subatu trip - a pretty refreshing trip it was. Pleasant, quite, peaceful. ben experimenting with lightroom for a while now - initially it irritated me, and then it really interested me.&lt;br /&gt;Music - majorly on Trance these days...actually a mix of trance and techno. I am now planning to sink myself in Linking Park for sometime - I hated it when I first heard the band...somehow sounded rappy to me..discussed with a friend and cared to give it another ear...and man, I liked what I heard....&lt;br /&gt;Next week I travel to Jaipur again - this time more than photography, I think I will indulge in a bit of shopping...just wish to change my routine a bit...being back old me...with a dash of the newie me...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long...god bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28657937-3950097787331795315?l=thatwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-time-indeed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28657937.post-8994773312249746683</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2009 07:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-16T12:44:24.948+05:30</atom:updated><title>Bare</title><description>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thatwasit/3446944086/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3322/3446944086_4a4efd5cee.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thatwasit/3446944086/"&gt;Bare&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thatwasit/"&gt;TimeCaptured&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	It may be true the best things are free&lt;br /&gt;But I want to have enough for the bare necessities...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28657937-8994773312249746683?l=thatwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/2009/04/bare.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3322/3446944086_4a4efd5cee_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28657937.post-5722440375418249047</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 02:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-26T07:35:38.322+05:30</atom:updated><title>Surprises...</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I surprise myself over and over again. These days, am over-doing it, in every possible way. Weird. But true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Take an example, yesterday evening while driving back from work, I actually sang a song on phone because one of my friends wanted to hear it. I actually sang a complete song, while driving, on PHONE!!!! Isn't that surprising? Well, it is for me. But it was fun. I liked singing that song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I have been terribly busy with work in office these days and photography at home. Check out my latest work here &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/thatwasit"&gt;www.flickr.com\thatwasit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have a good day, people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28657937-5722440375418249047?l=thatwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/2009/03/surprises.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28657937.post-6405723308901565098</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 02:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-20T07:42:47.118+05:30</atom:updated><title>Posing for life..</title><description>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thatwasit/3368672477/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3430/3368672477_0798591293.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thatwasit/3368672477/"&gt;Posing for life..&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thatwasit/"&gt;TimeCaptured&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	..with closed doors and perplexed minds. How would there be a way out ever?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28657937-6405723308901565098?l=thatwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/2009/03/posing-for-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3430/3368672477_0798591293_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28657937.post-5268855862043881343</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Mar 2009 00:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-17T06:16:35.618+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Not so random</category><title>Stuck...</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you often find yourself stuck in yourself, in the past, in other people, and in other lives so much so as to forget and ignore what is happening around you and what awaits you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you just let people believe you do.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because you do not want to relive those moments again by doing once again what you did in the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are some things that you are so full of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somethings that you don't want to repeat in your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some things that you decided once that you would never do again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some moments that you would never live again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some facts, you will just let them be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some thoughts, you will just deal with the way they are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some bit of you, you will just let it be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That was it.&lt;/em&gt; A lot of times, you want to believe that really was it. Guess, I want to believe that too. Just got reminded of the time I actually started with this blog and after a lot of thinking, gave it this name &lt;em&gt;'That Was It'&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That really was it for me. AMEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am just not myself these days. Bear with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28657937-5268855862043881343?l=thatwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/2009/03/stuck.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28657937.post-5371290255105576991</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 01:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-03T07:34:53.230+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">me and myself</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Weekend</category><title>Gearing up...!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...I decided to work from home today - been a while I worked from home..the whole o last week went by in driving to work everyday - all thanks to my laptop screen that just decided to not show any details than the blackness. For hours altogether. Life does that too sometimes, doesn't it? Shows that 'u- called for' blackness to you...in a blink of a second. You see the black hole. Which doesn't seem to have a exit anywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whatever is wrong with me, early in the morning, talking about blackness. Let's shift base to some colors in life. Colors - I have aplenty in my kitty these days. I would be a fool if I said my life was a drag, simply going on with no surprises, no happiness and nothing new. I think taking life one day at a time has its own advantages. Every day has something new to look forward to and you splurge in it. No? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday I went to Chandni Chowk..did I tell you I travelled in a Metro for the first time, ran across the streets in a confused state, I felt as if I would get lost...and realized its been a while I went to crowded places..I was in total panick...thanks to friends around, I was safe. I bought a tripod (!!!) - a bigger one this time and a reflector/diffuser too. I was pretty happy with what I bought. Sunday morning, a couple of friends from DFC went to shoot at the Lodhi Gardens. We used speed light, flash, diffuser, reflector etc...to click some portrait shots..also learnt a bit of Macro pictures...they dont interest me that much though but portrait shoot was a great one, everyone posing one by one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish I could also tell you what I had in mind last night but let it be for other times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My jaipur trip for 11th March is cancelled right now, which puts off my Pushkar plans as well. I will now be going on the 23rd of March..so guess the weekend thereafter is when I will go to Pushkar...it is pretty strong in my mind to visit that place now for last one month...obviosuly for photography. I hope I can materialize it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;:) Good day people....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was in a zombie state and by the time I came back home, I was very irritated...the music player in the car was shouting 'November Rain' which disgusted me further and I just patted it and told it to "shutup'! Well it did. But as soon as I had said that, I felt so guilty. Why the mention here? Because I wanted to apologize. I have been doing that ever since I told it to shutup...coz I really felt bad after I had said that. Imagine, countless songs I would have listened to from the player in last 3 years..(yes, my car is 3 year old now) - and yesterday treated it the way I did. We do that to our people as well, don't we? Do we feel bad later? Sometimes yes, sometimes not at all. We should. It matters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28657937-5371290255105576991?l=thatwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/2009/03/gearing-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28657937.post-3586044312559670756</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Feb 2009 02:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-28T08:04:54.534+05:30</atom:updated><title>Treasured Moments</title><description>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thatwasit/3313693067/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3297/3313693067_f2d8c457e3.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thatwasit/3313693067/"&gt;Treasured Moments&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thatwasit/"&gt;TimeCaptured&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	I could spend my life in this sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;I could stay lost in this moment forever&lt;br /&gt;Every moment spent with you&lt;br /&gt;Is a moment I treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this song playing on my mind since yesterday..so much that I had to write it somewhere. Not that I really like it...but guess I heard it too many times while driving back home yesterday especially since I was caught in a bad traffic jam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28657937-3586044312559670756?l=thatwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/2009/02/treasured-moments.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3297/3313693067_f2d8c457e3_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28657937.post-1453536360041151290</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 13:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-10T19:31:48.184+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Picturemania</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">surajkund</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pictography</category><title>...colorful surajkund mela</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Multi-tasking doesn't work for me all the time. This weekend I went to Surajkund with few other folks, actually two of them. First one 'One unknown face, unknown name' who happened to be a flickr contact and eventually ended up making me wait for almost 32 minutes on the road, telling me will-be-there-in-10-minutes. So much so that after exactly waiting for 32 minutes, I suddenly started the engine and off I went, without intimating him. Sounds mean? Well okay, if you think it is not mean to make someone wait on the roads for 32 minutes, then I am mean and I would always be so. Not to forget the blasting he got from me for making me wait for so long. I would never do that again - agree to pick someone I don't know. Once bitten and twice shy. I value time. Leaving the punctuality bit aside, he has a pretty impressive portfolio when it comes to photography specially on portraits and a decent person to talk to. (Apologies mister..am not as bad as I sound!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The second one - 'known to me for a few months, seen pictures of him, spoken to him on phone but never met' - was thankfully on time at the place we mutually decided and on second thoughts 'one definitely interesting company to be with' who would crib about not having big lenses, of not giving space to click pictures, and actually blaming you for stealing his frames !!! I hope he doesn't get offended if he gets to know the description of him that I just gave...which am sure he would but that's okay. He is a friend now. Knows how I am. And has already tagged me as being overtly critical. So I can get away with that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So that now brings me to 'Surajkund' - This mela had been on my mind for last 4-5 years, first 3 years just for funsake to go and check out stuff and then the last year for clicking pictures. This time there was no turning back. I had to go even if it meant going alone. I actually was ready to go alone but for the two dear friends above who decided to give me company at the nTH hour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It took us almost 2 hours to reach the place...reason? None of us knew the way. Thanks to the directions given by someone who is NOT from Delhi, we managed to reach. Pretty crowded place it is but all but colorful. Oh man, it is just so very colorful from people to stalls to food to fabrics to lights to crafts to cultural show - all COLORFUL. Guess we indulged in photography for almost 4-5 hours...observing, imagining a frame in mind and then SHOOT. Ate Raam Ladoo and Jalebi and met up with 'Shash' there who was so helpful and considerate when it came to giving you space to click picture, lending you lens when you needed one and getting you jalebi when you wre on fire coz of the spicy chutney of ram ladoo. He is a great photographer and someone I really admire for his recent works...one of which is currently on display in an exhibition in Washington.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Click-click - am coming to that...I am okay with what I have got in some of the frames though I could have done much better with some more patience and intelligence at each shoot/click. A lot of my pictures are blurred. Some were random clicks without realizing what the settings were and then the fact that it was bright daylight, giving us not much option but to click on high shutter speed and lessened ISO. I realize there is so bloody much to learn and I feel very good when people critique my pictures. It adds to your learnings - i wish I was technically sound..what the heck, I could have if I had tried spending some time reading and asking people. I hope to increase my level of intelligence soon - its not always click and learn...when you have chance to click a good picture and what you get is a bad one because of lack of intelligence, you are god damn F*****! We hate it, don't we?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So much for photography today...you can see my indulgence - and if that ain't enough, am gonna post some pictures here on this stream...right after this post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Until then...I remain...editing-ly yours...Mon, the photographer for few days until am exhuasted of my kitty of colorful surajkund pictures. If I get colorblinded, I have friends to take care. ;-) and I hope they hear this!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28657937-1453536360041151290?l=thatwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/2009/02/colorful-surajkund-mela.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28657937.post-3011491337562262884</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2009 13:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-04T19:29:10.515+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Not so random thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">communication</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">conversation</category><title>I hear you...</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;..is it any different from 'I am listening to you'...in my opinion it is....and now am thinking...of many conversations that I have had with people...take this for instance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Start. Stop. Think. Move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not quite. Not yet. Perhaps Yes. Sure? Not really. Not sure? No, not like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Confused. Well, probably. Need time? Perhaps. How long? No, don't need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anything bothering you? Not sure. Speak up. Cannot. Why? Don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Need to think again? No. Yes. NO. Give it a thought. Don't need to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well then. Be it. Yes, so be it. But what? Let it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Yeah, let it be. Let you be. Let me be. Let all be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do we all live in sylos? Do we really communicate what we want to? Do I understand how are I come across as someone to everyone or anyone for that matter? Do I spend time in thinking what the person thought of me when I said something? Do I ask other what is their perception of me and how is it different now that they know me? Guess no. Not everyone atleast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm...was just thinking aloud. When we make it difficult for the other person to understand us, sometimes it is important that we tell them clearly what we think because that makes life simpler, for us and them. Else it would just boil down to LET IT BE. :) Think about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28657937-3011491337562262884?l=thatwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hear-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28657937.post-1823040265288012910</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2009 00:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-03T06:14:35.457+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">professional</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">habits</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">work</category><title>Habits....</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Do everything that you don't like doing' - that's what he said. That the only difference between the successful and the unsuccessful was that the former did EVERYTHING that the latter did not like to you. He talked about a purpose at all times in your life. And then he talked about "habits" - success is all about the habits that you form. Suresh Nair - a trainer said all this in an ICICI training session...not to dwelve any deeper than this..he was fantastic in the first dvd that I watched in Daman...atleast was successful in making me feel miserable at the end of it all...but I am happy because he really ripped me apart from within...so much so that I am now actually ready to do a lot more than what I was doing. Good. Thank you God. Coming back to what I learnt from him...'Successful men make a habit of everything that they don't like to do so that they don't end up 'not' doing it'. It will take an effort to do somthing for 5 days, probably also for the 6th day but not after it has become a habit. It is so very easy to form habits..isn't it? Keep on doing something over and over again until you get used to doing it...and then there is no more effort from your side..it just goes as mechanical as you would want it to be. Just as you want. Just as you started. Until the time it became a 'Habit'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me do a sense check now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How many times do I like waking up early in the morning at 5 in winters?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How many times do I want to sit till late in the office and work and plan for the next day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How amny times do I want to actually get into the problem solving mode and take everything that comes in the way of my project as a problem and solve it as if it was my own life's problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How many times have I thought of reaching office at 6.30 in the morning and complete the pending work that has been there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How many times have I set up calls amongst all stakeholders to get everyone on the same page when things seemed to go wrong? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How many times have I been a part of the hiring process to actually make sure the people hired are with the right skill set for my project?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How many times did I go and sit in the training room to check if the trainers were good enough to train my team for the work they are hired for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ZERO TIMES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, digging deep is fine. Acting upon is important. All the best to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And to all you guys out there who want to get down one level deeper into your work, if you haven't already. And if you already do, then well...probably I was not close enough...but what the heck..am coming there....:) soon! And you know what, I better do. I will first begin with saying this over and over again so that I have that mind to always do a sense check..been long actually...you realize when things go wrong, you realize when you don't come up to your expectations, you check when you falter...why always only then? Why not much before..why not everyday? I am yet to live on that edge when I have a purpose everyday at work. Talking of purpose...well..let's dig further....my purpose, like so many other people is pretty subjective and not always monetory. This was one point where I did not agree with Suresh nair completely. You cannot go on and on only with a single track mind of a monetory purpose or goals in life that only revolve around what car have you upgraded to or what plot have you bought recently. While I am really passionate about my work, I am equally engrained to my other life. Its not about money always - its about the peace you get and how you get. The contentment that you get out of doing small things in life. ACtually contentment of doing what your heart wanted you to do. That's bliss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two completely different mindsets? Not really if you ask me. One leads to another. Atleast I think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28657937-1823040265288012910?l=thatwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/2009/02/habits.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</author><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28657937.post-6983624696613777563</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 16:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-01T22:18:33.136+05:30</atom:updated><title>Crushed dreams....!</title><description>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thatwasit/3241940222/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3509/3241940222_3c20ae76dd.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thatwasit/3241940222/"&gt;Crushed dreams....!&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thatwasit/"&gt;TimeCaptured&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	Have you experienced the feeling of a crushed dream? Not an ordinary day to day dream, which got crushed and you did not realize. I mean like a dream you held in your heart and mind for long - real long. Atleast about a decade. And then it was crushed. Either by you or others. I take my other option back. A dream could and would only be crushed by you - no one else. I will not argue on this, but if you wish...we can take it offline. :)&lt;br /&gt;Lucky those of you who have never experienced it. I can call myself partially lucky as well because I have also not experienced it except ofcourse when I got my AFMC and CPMT test results with not a mention of my name. My parents hoped for me to become a doctor all their lives. Major let down? Naah...not really. Oh yeah and how could I forget the SSB I got an opportunity for i- n Allahabad and Dehradun twice (also gave the PABT test for Air traffic controllers) and came back from both the places without getting selected. I don't remember crying both these times and also when I did not get through AFMC - but I did go into oblivion..and those low mood swings and making revelations in my conversations with God. Interestingly enough, I have always had these silent conversations with God which seem to have reduced in number to now being almost equivalent to a zero. Life...! As you grow up, you tend to believe in yourself than anyone else...atleast in your youth. &lt;br /&gt;So, as if this wasn't enough, I did not make it to the final of the hepthalon and 100 metre sprint and high jump during my school for the national level. I played state level but that was it for me. I can hardly believe I wore spikes...and ran on rubber track...keeping in mind the seconds P.T.Usha ran for...trying to beat that record and never really being able to...that was too much to aim for and I guess I knew the truth. Now I regret why! I shouldn't have known the truth. it wasn't a truth. it was just another record set by a woman...probably the fastest running woman in India...but then it was just a record...wasn't too much to aim for really. Anyway...so sports gone, studies gone...where else did I falter with my dreams? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) A lot many other times. More of it in my book. Stay with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28657937-6983624696613777563?l=thatwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/2009/02/crushed-dreams.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3509/3241940222_3c20ae76dd_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>44</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28657937.post-5557343455834515570</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 02:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-01T08:39:14.158+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Luck by chance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Movie Review</category><title>Luck By Chance</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;....No I would rather say 'Farhan' by chance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't think I would have watched this movie if it wasn't for Farhan Akhtar and his simple yet charming ways. There is a silence in him that appeals to me and a certain madness. The movie was a complete drag in the first half, with one not realizing what is happening to who giving it a 'parallel cinema feel...and has a commerical feel to it in the second half. Konkana always wins over with her acting - there is nothing really better in her than that but I did not feel she really did an outstanding job...she was like she has always been...and the other new comer..well...kiddo with cute looks...almost like a barbie doll, who has been made to look cute..and probably just that for she can hardly say a word properly...hmm...there's more....dimple kapadia...looks gorgeous with her lovely mane and well can surely act pretty well...and rishi kapoor was as good as ever. :) Storyline is just about okay...shows the life of struggling actors in bollywood and how they manage to grab the roles, if at all they do else remain second leads or doing a screen or two....but there are some lucky ones...or probably those who know how to get ahead of the rat race...those with the winning streak and the confidence to make it big...luck plays a chance or Farhan plays a chance - whatever, it is pretty close to reality and I had a good laugh over it relating some things to my own personal life. It also brings out how networking is important for each one of us in our roles, no matter how hard we work. And well...music...'sapno se bhare naina' takes an 8 out of 10 from me...indeed a beautiful song....do hear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28657937-5557343455834515570?l=thatwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/2009/02/luck-by-chance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28657937.post-4856466960360529860</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 17:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-30T23:07:31.733+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sweet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sugar</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life's Like that...</category><title>sWeEt poison II</title><description>Sweeetttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt!!!!&lt;br /&gt;In continuation to my previous post 'Sweet Poison'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell no - not again. Never again. I think God has started trying my patience when it comes to the word 'sweet'. Each time and everytime, life cannot slip by with a silly excuse 'you are sweet'. Not everytime I want to hear 'you are sweet' when I have thought 100 times before I uttered a line or wrote a sentence, still debating whether I should have said or written. :) Is this oft repeated cliche'd word an excuse people often like to use not to be curt and sound very rude? Perhaps yes. Do I think so? Perhaps yes. Do I use it myself? Sometimes yes. Do I want others to use it for me. Hell NO.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to give another scenario...but its almost like 'Can I sleep with you?....WHY? Well, because I think you are SWEET!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28657937-4856466960360529860?l=thatwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweet-poison-ii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28657937.post-111296730104473361</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 01:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-30T06:42:30.346+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">professional</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self motivation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">promise</category><title>High time</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just so that I don't forget - I need to sort myself out. Big time. Or I let myself down each time, everytime in front of myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28657937-111296730104473361?l=thatwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/2009/01/high-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28657937.post-4178997533966600052</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 15:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-29T21:14:28.247+05:30</atom:updated><title>Conversations....</title><description>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thatwasit/3236011465/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3420/3236011465_2dcb12f994.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thatwasit/3236011465/"&gt;Daman &amp;amp; Diu&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thatwasit/"&gt;TimeCaptured&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	Love is somtimes just sitting and making conversations - and then it really doesn't matter what you talk...its just about listening most of the times or talking like never before, without thinking whether the other person is involved or not because there is no pretense, because you know whatever you talk is being taken with almost the same feel. How many times do we actually feel so involved in any conversation? When there is no other thought in your mind, when you are so involved in what the other person is saying that you just want to listen and do nothing else. There is no other thought in your mind - intense concentration on what the other person is saying, visualizing while the other person speaks. It doesn't happen to me often but whenever it does, it touches my heart because I know there is love...and I know am being heard and I know I am listening. There are some bonds in my life where positivity oozes each moment, there is concern, there is care, there is passion, there is a certain feel, and there is momentum - you want to go back time and again to them and feel good, in your own way. You like the hint of taunt in the tone, even if it meant to tell you you did not call...you like the authority that shows. Even when you are talking about your job, or about someone's health or just an enquiry on how was the new year celebration - there is warmth, whole lot of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not always be in conversations practically..but in my mind, I do hold them quite often. Its not about the new year that begins or the year that goes passing by, its about what you feel when you talk, its about how you feel when you hang up the phone, its about how much it sensitizes you, its about the post facto feeling that you get..after a minute or an hour or some days! I am glad I have relationships where I feel the warmth, which make me feel so good about myself, which reassure me I belong, which just leave me wanting for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and whoever said love was sitting and making conversations...I couldn't agree more! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28657937-4178997533966600052?l=thatwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/2009/01/conversations.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3420/3236011465_2dcb12f994_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28657937.post-4366016364985699613</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2009 01:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-23T07:25:47.951+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sentiments</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mail</category><title>From Don Graham...</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...and I almost had tears in my eyes when I read this email from one the frequent visitors to my screen and now a friend ofcourse on the picture that I posted yesterday "mili and Sarah' (which ofcourse is also the name of the email that he wrote):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;TimeCaptured,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You must have an incredibly big heart. Only a passionate and loving person can see shots like this one. To capture it takes talent, which you have, but to see takes heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you for sharing your work and your heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I appreciate both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28657937-4366016364985699613?l=thatwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-don-graham.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28657937.post-3871523001150463165</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 05:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-22T10:51:22.369+05:30</atom:updated><title>Mili and Sarah</title><description>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thatwasit/3216519787/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3404/3216519787_df7cbe3917.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thatwasit/3216519787/"&gt;Mili and Sarah&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thatwasit/"&gt;TimeCaptured&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	...and until then, enjoy the innocence and peace!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28657937-3871523001150463165?l=thatwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/2009/01/mili-and-sarah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3404/3216519787_df7cbe3917_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28657937.post-4383462449600818028</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 04:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-22T10:46:47.786+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">offsite</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">daman diu</category><title>Mesa going to Daman &amp; Diu</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4 days in Daman and Diu - well, official offsite it is! Hoping against hope, I get to take the bigger lens that I have in mind (Thanks Omzie for arranging...I still have to go and get it from you Mommy) so that I can make full use of the time that I get to click some shots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I promise to get something really out of the ordinary and not plain beach and sand. When I say out of the ordinary, I say it with respect to the pictures I have taken so far of the beaches...some thoughts going on in my mind of the kind of pictures I would like to take. I shall also get some images from inside the train since a lot of my time is going to be to and fro in the train - we start from here at 11 tomorrow in a volvo to Jaipur...reach there around 5.30 - relax and then baord the train to Vapi at 8.30 in the night, reach vapi around 11 am in the morning, take a cab and reach Cida-de, which a nice property in Daman. I am excited but nervous at the same time as I have a session (presentation) too the next day. We have planned things such as beach side volleyball, a guitarist is gonna go with us, and also some bit of beach games and dj-dance etc. Sounds fun - will update once I get back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See you people..enjoy the long weekend that you get here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28657937-4383462449600818028?l=thatwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/2009/01/mesa-going-to-daman-diu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28657937.post-6015085544523148196</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2009 03:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-21T08:59:56.710+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dush</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">strange</category><title>Dating hollywood star's girfriend...</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If there is one good thing I ask you to tell me about you, what would that be? Just one and any one good thing about yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;let me tell you about a recent conversation that I had with someone who boasts of owning a merc and a bunglow from where you can see trees (!) and living in LA all his life and heading multiple companies and whatever more and oh yeah very fond of peacocks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Alright enough of you and your possessions in life...I am not interested in knowing what you own and I can not hear it anymore - if you can ...just tell me one good thing about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;X = One good thing..okay...I have dated hollywood star '......''s girlfriend for quite sometime, if you know what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me = Is that what you think is one GOOD thing about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;X = Yeah ofcourse...not everybody has that luck. Not everyone can boast of things - I can because I have them or have done them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me = Interesting...and at the same time all crap for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There wasn't much I could have spoken after that. But I made sure I told him what I felt about the kind of person that he was. Why do I get to talk to such people in the first place. There was a moment when I really felt like sorting him out. But then, who has the time. Besides, everyone has their own life and therefore their own way of leading it too. Maybe that's the way he has been. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dush, grow up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28657937-6015085544523148196?l=thatwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thatwasit.blogspot.com/2009/01/dating-hollywood-stars-girfriend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (That was it...)</author><thr:total>13</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

