<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589</id><updated>2012-01-27T10:47:40.045Z</updated><title type='text'>A whole New Dimension to the same Old Things.....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-5401188513917510227</id><published>2012-01-27T10:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-27T10:47:40.050Z</updated><title type='text'>Let’s be professional</title><content type='html'>Professionalism is a strong word with a simple meaning - Keep personal emotions away from decision making.&lt;br /&gt;But can we humans really do that. We being humans use emotions as our drivers to do anything and everything. So from where I see this, a human without emotions can really not be a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in a meeting, discussing an issue often results in having loads of opinions flying around in the room. And when someone mixes common sense or a personal touch in an opinion, he’s termed as being not a professional. Isnt that Odd…..I have always wondered.&lt;br /&gt;I totally believe in common sense, coz that’s our gut or more like a guardian angel. If you can’t justify something with common sense, it’s totally useless.&lt;br /&gt;And often Useless people are also termed as not being a true professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until recently I worked in a flat structure, and it was good. Irrespective of your grade/ level you were treated as equals and everybosy grew faster coz there were never too many boundaries you to worry about and big peoples feet you can step on. But the growing aware of professionalism in the outside world triggered the start of the layered model. And now, literally within 6months, my top boss sits 4 levels above me in a proper hierarchy. We are given a set of guidelines of what we need to do before directly talking to the top boss, as he’s now so unapproachable (officially). But me being me still call him up directly. I am flouting the officially defined professional route not because I oppose it, but coz I think it was better earlier. And I am more comfortable doing things that way. That definitely puts me in the not a true professional books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think of myself as a professional simply because –&lt;br /&gt;I work religiously during my work hours with few interruptions in between. &lt;br /&gt;I switch off my personal opinion during office discussions and focus on points put forward on the table&lt;br /&gt;I am true to the work I do, and often voice my opinion against it if I think the end user is not going to benefit from the work I am doing from him, even if it costs my job. &lt;br /&gt;I have a life after work and hate to discuss work during that ‘me’ time. Yet I come to office the next day and carryon with things where I last left them when I left work the day before. &lt;br /&gt;I do take the beating of the client when things go wrong, and pass on the appreciation to my team.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mingle much with office colleagues at a personal level and I keep my personal &amp; professional life separate&lt;br /&gt;I use social networking sites to connect with friends and family who I cant meet everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I use professional network site to keep my professional network uptodate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more is required out of a professional? Are professionals not supposed to have a life of their own? Are professionals not supposed to think of their comfort / welfare before doing things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been really lucky to have worked with some fine people who made me a well grounded professional. And I am happy in my comfort zone and look forward to a professional life as an added asset. &lt;br /&gt;I work coz it gives me happiness, makes me feel alive, makes me feel important and lets me contribute my bit of knowledge to this every growing work. At a small level I know I am making a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am able to see and live the simple meaning of professionalism :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-5401188513917510227?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5401188513917510227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=5401188513917510227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/5401188513917510227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/5401188513917510227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/lets-be-professional.html' title='Let’s be professional'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-3665075399692879642</id><published>2012-01-24T13:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-24T13:55:24.554Z</updated><title type='text'>Value for Money</title><content type='html'>‘If its not value for money, its not worth it’…Most of us think that way, isn’t it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this materialist world we all assess not just things but people for their worth. Some people are open about this, some are not. But that’s a constant measure we have in our heads to make judgements based on the worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that are worth the time, the effort, the money are rare and few and when we stumble upon them we are all into it. But we hardly give a second look to things that don’t fall into either one of the category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid I always wondered why I had to get into a no-win argument with my dad everytime I wanted to buy something. And I struggled to make sense of him putting me through the ruff &amp; tuff time coz I hardly ever won. Though eventually he got me that thing, but I wanted it at my terms, as my specified time. But now I feel that was all a training period, where he was making me reason with him (and with myself) if it was worth my time and/or effort and/or money. &lt;br /&gt;But I didn’t realise this until recently when I started working and became independent with my spending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bare truth of life is that things are often over priced. Not just the luxury item, but basic things in life like food and water….not to mention air. Shouldn’t these be our birth right, we need those for survial yet thousands die of hunger, dehydration or suffocation every day.&lt;br /&gt;When will this trade of basic amenities become more humane? When will this life be worth a living for every human whose luck enough to be born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let alone the poverty stricken, every human is running in a race, a race to be ahead of the other…a race that ends up with a dead end. They say we don’t take anything along with us when we die. We come into this world empty handed, and go away empty handed. We get an opportunity to explore every aspect of life, be it joyful times sent with near and dear ones or moments filled with disappointments sorrow and pain. To live each and every moment is true meaning of living life to the fullest. We often learn a lot from the hardships we face and create loads of good memories from the happy ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry be happy……and life will be totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Lets make our lives totally Worth living it :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-3665075399692879642?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3665075399692879642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=3665075399692879642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/3665075399692879642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/3665075399692879642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/value-for-money.html' title='Value for Money'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-8129215721364149392</id><published>2012-01-20T12:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-20T12:32:38.860Z</updated><title type='text'>Life’s beautiful and I am loving it</title><content type='html'>For ever so long I have been wanting to start getting regular about blogging, but I go through these phases where I blog loads, and then I disappear into work and my mundane life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I am back into the blogging phase now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job takes me places and gets me to meet loads of new people…I get paid to talk and voice my opinion…a dream job you may think but that comes with the massive burden of taking responsibility for your word. A wrong word at the wrong time has often got me into trouble, but the right word at the right time has worked wonders for me too &lt;br /&gt;That’s life isn’t it? So have a feel good factor that I am living while working, not working for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very dear uncle of mine often said – &lt;br /&gt;There are people who slog their lives working Hard, I work but work smartly and in a way Hardly work  …. So never work too Hard, hardly work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid I never understood the real meaning of this. But today it all makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;Workaholics often become fanatics and eventually loose their mine. But people who define boundaries between work and life, yet try to introduce life in work are more successful.&lt;br /&gt;We have this life to live, and work to fund our living. And, as I see, the main purpose of our being is ‘living a good life’. So I work to fund a good living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of credit goes to my partner who keeps me well grounded into my territory when I am swaying into the jungle of too much work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently a fiend of mine told me – ‘Negative impression people have about you is you want to play Safe’.&lt;br /&gt;And I thought in my head, and spoke my mind – Who doesn’t ? And that’s not bad, is it.&lt;br /&gt;He was dumbstruck for a second and them fumbled on to give his side of reasoning why that’s not right in our line of work.&lt;br /&gt;Well honestly I don’t care what people think and I do what I think is right and best suited in situations. People look at it playing safe, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well, all in all…I live to enjoy, work to enjoy and enjoy to enjoy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s beautiful and I am loving it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-8129215721364149392?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8129215721364149392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=8129215721364149392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/8129215721364149392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/8129215721364149392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/lifes-beautiful-and-i-am-loving-it.html' title='Life’s beautiful and I am loving it'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-2987293624083002785</id><published>2011-03-26T17:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-26T17:05:59.540Z</updated><title type='text'>Cricket is more than just a sport</title><content type='html'>World Cup Semi-finals between India and Pakistan is the most awaited event of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ind &amp; Pak Politicians want to improve their ties watching the Match together...&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are being sold in black market for as high as 200,000Rs&lt;br /&gt;Secuity and forces are stronger than the one around Rastrapati bhavan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just to name a few....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-2987293624083002785?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2987293624083002785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=2987293624083002785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/2987293624083002785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/2987293624083002785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2011/03/cricket-is-more-than-just-sport.html' title='Cricket is more than just a sport'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-5027040469440957116</id><published>2011-03-15T08:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-15T08:08:53.280Z</updated><title type='text'>Unpredictable Weather</title><content type='html'>Even though the calendar months suggest we are approaching summer, the weather suggests we are moving towards winter again...woke up to a think  layer of fog today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost 6 months since I went out without a jacket, a thick one....&lt;br /&gt;I want the summer....a proper summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather seems to be as fickle as a teenager....we need a way to control it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent quake and tsunami in japan suggests we can really tame weather...looks like we humans have messed things up and the nature is planning for a payback...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news channel are cashing in on the natural disasters by suggesting that the world wud probably come to an end on 21st Dec 2012.....yeah as early as next yrs.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-5027040469440957116?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5027040469440957116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=5027040469440957116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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date on Japan mainland...not only did it impact the people but it destroyed cities all together...&lt;br /&gt;And it didnt end there, there was tsunami nd almost 50 aftershocks of high intensity (6.0) have been recorded till now and its barely 24hrs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to all affected and I hope they are able to come out of this mess soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it also makes me wonder if nature is trying to fight back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-2230015690909819507?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2230015690909819507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=2230015690909819507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/2230015690909819507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/2230015690909819507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2011/03/nature-fighting-back.html' title='Nature fighting back?'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-6220318043508826577</id><published>2011-03-10T08:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-10T08:07:52.804Z</updated><title type='text'>Dearly Departed</title><content type='html'>Life is terribly short...And the afterlife could be just round the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much you prepare yourself for someone close going away, it hits you hard when they are really gone...hits you real hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-6220318043508826577?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6220318043508826577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=6220318043508826577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/6220318043508826577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/6220318043508826577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2011/03/dearly-departed.html' title='Dearly Departed'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-1006139414368071586</id><published>2011-03-07T19:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-07T19:21:53.671Z</updated><title type='text'>Life is Jinxed</title><content type='html'>I have always wondered how things that look sweet and simple often take an unexpected twist, often for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinxed is actually more like an understatement....Phew..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-1006139414368071586?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1006139414368071586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=1006139414368071586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/1006139414368071586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/1006139414368071586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-is-jinxed.html' title='Life is Jinxed'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-4291572322023316990</id><published>2011-03-06T02:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-06T02:40:00.788Z</updated><title type='text'>The rightfull owners of Power</title><content type='html'>Power often changes hands among the Power-Crazy..&lt;br /&gt;Some call themselves politicians, some call themselves leaders, some call themselves representatives of the weak...and some admit they are dictators...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fact of the matter remains that power is with the power crazy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-4291572322023316990?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4291572322023316990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=4291572322023316990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/4291572322023316990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/4291572322023316990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2011/03/rightfull-owners-of-power.html' title='The rightfull owners of Power'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-4840539909336866898</id><published>2011-02-28T09:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-28T09:08:21.818Z</updated><title type='text'>PLEBS</title><content type='html'>A new word added to my dictionary today...&lt;br /&gt;It's short for - People Lacking Everyday Basic Skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a daily newspaper of UK claimed - Britain is a nation of Plebs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-4840539909336866898?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4840539909336866898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=4840539909336866898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/4840539909336866898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/4840539909336866898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2011/02/plebs.html' title='PLEBS'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-1824781913265190802</id><published>2011-02-27T11:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-27T11:25:55.315Z</updated><title type='text'>Cricket - not just a sport</title><content type='html'>Cricket with no doubt is the most watched and followed game among us Indians...it's played in every street, every park, literally anywhere where you have enough space to make a small pitch..&lt;br /&gt;Its played by anyone and everyone..girl or boy, old or young..I could say it runs in our blood..Like we were both to play cricket.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just another games, its our life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our team is performing badly some curse them while some hold venerations for them..&lt;br /&gt;But whn they are playing nd winning we walk and talk with our heads held high..full of pride, ego and confidence that we are the best &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cricket brings us as a nation together..in sickness and in health..till death do us apart..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-1824781913265190802?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1824781913265190802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=1824781913265190802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/1824781913265190802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/1824781913265190802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2011/02/cricket-not-just-sport.html' title='Cricket - not just a sport'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-897470703276328014</id><published>2011-02-26T11:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-26T11:22:01.989Z</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>Can't do without it, yet can't ever get enough of it...And the best part is... When you need it most it's no where to be found&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-897470703276328014?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/897470703276328014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=897470703276328014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/897470703276328014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/897470703276328014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2011/02/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-8651935032606921338</id><published>2010-08-14T20:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T20:09:16.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quality Life</title><content type='html'>What is Quality Life ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the materialistic things that make our life simple...or is it the feeling of content thats within us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sme may say that having everything makes you happy from within...&lt;br /&gt;Somme may say that in the process of having everything we loose the happy feeling from within....&lt;br /&gt;Some may say its the balance between the two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is quality life ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perception - Its having the happy feeling from within....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel good, everything looks good...life looks like a perfect place to live it....even the little hurdles look like challenges worth taking up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to compromise on things, and I know in my heart I wont...especially on the things that are important in life...&lt;br /&gt;I still have a twinkle in my eye...i still believe in good things....I still beleive the world is a beautiful place...its worth living....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-8651935032606921338?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8651935032606921338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=8651935032606921338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/8651935032606921338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/8651935032606921338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2010/08/quality-life.html' title='Quality Life'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-4013626685923732628</id><published>2010-04-18T17:06:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T17:17:56.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Volcanic Ash in the air..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hzscto2G5VY/S8swUU1PjUI/AAAAAAAAM3o/xntLMDmE5Js/s1600/IMAGE_114.jpg"&gt;On my way to/from work i was able to catch a glipmse of the ash suspended in the air.... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461512098864401730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hzscto2G5VY/S8swUU1PjUI/AAAAAAAAM3o/xntLMDmE5Js/s320/IMAGE_114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hzscto2G5VY/S8swAUgg0WI/AAAAAAAAM3g/Smy9PGeaIn8/s1600/IMAGE_116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461511755180069218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hzscto2G5VY/S8swAUgg0WI/AAAAAAAAM3g/Smy9PGeaIn8/s320/IMAGE_116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hzscto2G5VY/S8sv2ucikYI/AAAAAAAAM3Y/ewAIEyZn6TI/s1600/IMAGE_117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461511590344036738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hzscto2G5VY/S8sv2ucikYI/AAAAAAAAM3Y/ewAIEyZn6TI/s320/IMAGE_117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hzscto2G5VY/S8svltSz4RI/AAAAAAAAM3Q/GFfeQ15UPBc/s1600/IMAGE_118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461511297977016594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hzscto2G5VY/S8svltSz4RI/AAAAAAAAM3Q/GFfeQ15UPBc/s320/IMAGE_118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-4013626685923732628?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4013626685923732628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=4013626685923732628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/4013626685923732628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/4013626685923732628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2010/04/volcanic-ash-in-air.html' title='Volcanic Ash in the air..'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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/_Hzscto2G5VY/S8swUU1PjUI/AAAAAAAAM3o/xntLMDmE5Js/s72-c/IMAGE_114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-1172180047980078590</id><published>2010-04-18T15:49:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T17:06:18.737+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The week when Europe shut its doors to the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hzscto2G5VY/S8ssBABHzhI/AAAAAAAAM2I/1vM0nMJsUSs/s1600/volcanic+ash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461507368813055506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hzscto2G5VY/S8ssBABHzhI/AAAAAAAAM2I/1vM0nMJsUSs/s320/volcanic+ash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a volcano erupted in Iceland, it disrupted not only life in Iceland, but the entire EU territory around it. Within a couple of hours flight across Britain were grounded, and that further extended to the entire Europe in the following 24hrs. The air space was completely shut to the world…no flight leave or travel through this airspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the News channels spread the word about disruptions lasting for another week -&lt;br /&gt;The airline companies complained about losses of approx £130million a day&lt;br /&gt;The railway &amp;amp; hotel industry encashed on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;The insurance industry was shrugged off any claims, classifying Volcanic eruption as a Natural phenomenon, Act of God. And apparently the small print in ‘Terms &amp;amp; Conditions’ of an insurance claim specifies – ‘ NO refund against Act of God’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And caught in the web of all these industries, were the People. People who couldn’t reach their destination in time. People who had to shell out loads of cash to books hotels for staying an extra night(s). People who called airports/railways/car companies to find alternative travel routes. People who endlessly argued with insurance agents about refunds. People whose life lat in uncertainty in this whole mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But reading about all this made me wonder – We have built all these facilities around us for our convenience, for our benefit, for our use. But all these facilities are deemed to betray us, with these endless clauses. Not one came out and offered a helping hand, not one walked an extra mile. So are they really worth it ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-1172180047980078590?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1172180047980078590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=1172180047980078590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/1172180047980078590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/1172180047980078590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2010/04/week-when-europe-shut-its-doors-to.html' title='The week when Europe shut its doors to the world.'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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/_Hzscto2G5VY/S8ssBABHzhI/AAAAAAAAM2I/1vM0nMJsUSs/s72-c/volcanic+ash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-4999768284449987569</id><published>2010-04-18T15:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T15:49:07.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole New Dimension to the Same old things</title><content type='html'>I have planned to re-brand my blog.... from just being a Blog to 'A whole new Dimension to the same Ol' Things'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am now stepping into a new era, with a whole new perspective...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-4999768284449987569?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4999768284449987569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=4999768284449987569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/4999768284449987569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/4999768284449987569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2010/04/whole-new-dimension-to-same-old-things.html' title='A whole New Dimension to the Same old things'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-5699026364766982329</id><published>2010-03-28T00:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-28T02:05:00.958+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone with the Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453484332513141554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hzscto2G5VY/S66rG0uaozI/AAAAAAAAM18/nwmW4R3yqNg/s320/Gone+with+the+Wind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Isn't Everything ???? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I spent an entire evening watching the movie, and I must admit I saw it for the first time, all in a single stretch.....&lt;br /&gt;But i looked at the movie differently from normal today. Though I already knew what was going to happen, but it all looked so different today. And to top it all I absolutely hated the ending...after spending 3hr52mins, I wanted an ending.&lt;br /&gt;With a person like Scarlett O'Hara as the leading lady in the movie, the movie should have had a definite ending. Exactly what her next move was, would she or wouldnt she be with Rhett Butler...I would like to believe she was, as he was the only person who could possibly tame her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never the less the movie was good. Much better than some of the box office hits of today.&lt;br /&gt;I have always admired Clark Gable..A fine actor. He had a style of his own. Rather he created style that many actors tried to copy, but failed. I must thank my mum who introduced me to him (i mean his movies). There was a point in time when I compared all my guy friends to him. Only who could match up to his standard was good enuff...hahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I picked up in the movie today was - determination. Scarelett was so determined to gain the love of Ashley, that she stopped at nothing. Made the most of every opurtunity to weave her world around him. At the cost of her dignity sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;And Melanie, she was just so level headed and cool about everything. Inspite of knowing exactly what was happening, she stood by Scarelett at all occasions. She too was a determined lady. But unlike Scarelett, she was always within her limits, keeping her dignity intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An absolute classic.&lt;br /&gt;I could watch it over and over again, in hope of it having an ending the next time....&lt;br /&gt;Its a must watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-5699026364766982329?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5699026364766982329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=5699026364766982329' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/5699026364766982329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/5699026364766982329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2010/03/gone-with-wind.html' title='Gone with the Wind'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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/_Hzscto2G5VY/S66rG0uaozI/AAAAAAAAM18/nwmW4R3yqNg/s72-c/Gone+with+the+Wind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-358783696637429160</id><published>2009-09-11T21:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:27:08.992+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Each second counts</title><content type='html'>Earlier in the day I asked a colleague for something.....and she promptly said -'Wait for 15secs'.....&lt;br /&gt;A normal conversation you would think, but I gave her the most absurd response -&lt;br /&gt;'15secs.....it will take a sec for the world to end....and you want me the wait for 15....don't know if we will be there or not to live that moment'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thought actually originated from an extract I read earlier in the day in which a reference was given to one incident from the Epic Tale of Mahabharata.&lt;br /&gt;One day when a beggar approached the eldest of the Pandava brothers seeking help, he was told to come to the palace 2 days later.&lt;br /&gt;There was a lesson to be learnt from that incident...I missed it until I read the actual message - The Pandava had conquered death&lt;br /&gt;How???&lt;br /&gt;'Cause he knew that he would be alive after 2 days when the beggar would visit him to get the donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first instance it sounds weird, but its soo true...&lt;br /&gt;We put-off our meetings for later, postpone our tasks for something else.....and ofter forget all about it.&lt;br /&gt;Live in the moment, savour the present, rejoice the things we do, celebrate our achievements...coz even the little things count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its rightly said -&lt;br /&gt;Its so simple to be happy, but so difficult to be simple..&lt;br /&gt;Live every moment, coz time lost wll never come back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-358783696637429160?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/358783696637429160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=358783696637429160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/358783696637429160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/358783696637429160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/each-second-counts.html' title='Each second counts'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-4989994641745390800</id><published>2009-09-04T12:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T14:52:18.444+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Make or Break</title><content type='html'>Is the glass half full or half empty ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you clap with one hand ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is grass greener on the other side ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all a game of perception. While some see the brighter side of things, some see the darker one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely believe that we don’t gain much from seeing the darker side of things. I don’t understand the concept destruction when with the same effort you can direct your energies towards construction.&lt;br /&gt;Just to clarify - I am not say that we get saddled with old things, but I am talking about making change for the better. And sometimes constructing new things is an Indirect way of letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents hate to throw things away,just like most of my friends’ parents did. It took me years to understand that it was not because they don’t want to get something new, but because those things reminded them of those days when they were building their world.  But then we should know when to let go. Coz if it’s too late, those things grows on us. And they often had more detrimental effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently I changed the things that sit on my dining table, and the new look gave me a new beginning, a new perception and most importantly a smile. Earlier there were a lot of things there, but now there is nothing on it. For a day or two I felt odd, but now I like it and wonder I didn’t do the change before. So basically - the change was for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People talk about world peace, but if they don’t change their thinking to be positive &amp;amp; constructive how will there be any peace in their mind, let alone the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets think good, think positive, think about making things not breaking them....And together we will be making a brighter place worth living in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-4989994641745390800?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4989994641745390800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=4989994641745390800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/4989994641745390800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/4989994641745390800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-or-break.html' title='Make or Break'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-7914819955594043460</id><published>2008-09-06T21:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:50:49.511+01:00</updated><title type='text'>EGO could do wonders......</title><content type='html'>In this hustled and bustled life I keep bumping into all kinds of people....and one thing common in most of them is their EGO.....with a capital E, capital G, capital O.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it makes me wonder, if ego is worth it......I know it is, but I also know tha ego in all wrong places can ruin the best of things which u have spent ur life building......But I wonder how many people are in touch with that fact...I hope most should be though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the other day I met this old friend of mine and I was insisiting he does something, he kept shrugging me off since he didn't want to b told to do it, but I kept insisting and insisting....And then he brushed me off calling me a pest....I was taken aback and wondered if he was right to use his ego in this situation and in turn hitting back at me...&lt;br /&gt;well I will admit I was at fault too, but he could have handled things better too.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming to things happening in our everyday life.....say the Nuclear deal which India is having with the US....the indian politicians belonging to different parties has started talking sides and criticising the other, and lost the focus on betterment of the country...wow....they too played their EGO card at the cost of the country. As a result they didnt realise that they make such a mockery of politics in India.&lt;br /&gt;Same is what Russia is doing in Georgia....are they right to do it, or are they playing their EGO card??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its also a fact that thee EGO gains momentum once it is clubbed with Power, Success...buts its upto the individual to balance things....isnt it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wtever it may be.....Life is still a bed of roses, a little bumpy though :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-7914819955594043460?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7914819955594043460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=7914819955594043460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/7914819955594043460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/7914819955594043460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/ego-could-do-wonders.html' title='EGO could do wonders......'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-1910569214692704089</id><published>2008-08-08T00:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:19:49.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vande Mataram</title><content type='html'>A soothing feeling fills my mind and body everytime i hear this song - Vande Mataram (&lt;a href="http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=xj1Iy4nRMkc"&gt;http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=xj1Iy4nRMkc&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;I am a die-hard fan of India, inspite of all the things that is going wrong in it....but i feel its because of neglegence of people like me that we are letting that happen to India. We just need to give India an equal importance as we give our family, I vow to do that....and will try to stik to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another inspirational thought is the India Poised Anthem (&lt;a href="http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=wP-TwHwLc98"&gt;http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=wP-TwHwLc98&lt;/a&gt;) released a little more than an year back....it make you want to get up and do something for India, so that we can give India the status it deserves in this world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-1910569214692704089?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1910569214692704089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=1910569214692704089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/1910569214692704089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/1910569214692704089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2008/08/vande-mataram.html' title='Vande Mataram'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-6427526228929960844</id><published>2008-06-11T22:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:34:48.031+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paise ka Zor….Paise ki Ehmiyat…</title><content type='html'>Today's world compromises of people who can be categorised into clear 2 sections – the Rich and the Poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perception to these 2 categories is –&lt;br /&gt;Rich are actually Poor,&lt;br /&gt;While the Poor are actually rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, not many people would agree with my thinking, but I still stand-by by my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rich inherit / build their huge empires with sweat and toil, but in-turn end up compromising the togetherness they have with their near and dear ones. They slog for long hours even after the empire is built, 'cos they then aspire for more…and more…and more….there is no end to it. I think Greed takes us over if one doesn't stop in time to not cross the Laxman Rekha (boundary line). Once you are Rich you feel like the king of the world and don't grudge paying for all your needs…eventually you end up paying to get joy/happiness/laughter/love too….so I feel , the Rich people are so poor that all these basic human feeling are paid for and don't come naturally to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor's mans struggle eventually becomes his life but he does find comforting times by his friends and family back home. Since he spends time in struggle he makes a sincere effort in spending time with his near and dear ones and recharges himself for the next struggle and end up actually building up such strong bonds that all the wealth of joy/happiness/laughter/love showers upon him. Though his life is full of cribbing but he doesn't have to spend/waste money on buying the basic amenities required for surviving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to clarify - I don't mean to disregard the efforts made by the Rich, but I wonder how many Rich people can actually draw the line between the Need and the Greed. It is this Greed which makes a Rich - Poor…..And I am referring to that group of Rich people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who are Rich and happy, but am sure that at some stage they have not let the Greed overpower their Need :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rich eventually bases everything upon the monitory wealth he has built. He gets all he wants, he buys all he need, he eat all he desires and live a life of his fantasies…..all with the – &lt;em&gt;'Paise ka Zor'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Poor accumulated his monitory wealth to buy himself a short vacation where he and his needs are bound by his ability to have. He compromises his needs and desires to make the best his available resource, yet he lives a life of his fantasies…..all with the – &lt;em&gt;'Paise ki Ehmiyat'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the Poor will strive to take the best from his bounds, he feels more content at the end as he knows his hard work…his sacrifice…is well paid-off. While the Rich often tend to do most to boast and spend so much time in showing-off than actually enjoying the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would do to be Rich….But deep in my heart I am content at being the Common Poor man, the &lt;em&gt;Aam Aadmi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live a good quality life rather than a rollercoaster ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose &lt;em&gt;Paise ki Ehmiyat&lt;/em&gt; over &lt;em&gt;Paise ka Zor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-6427526228929960844?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6427526228929960844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=6427526228929960844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/6427526228929960844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/6427526228929960844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2008/06/paise-ka-zorpaise-ki-ehmiyat.html' title='Paise ka Zor….Paise ki Ehmiyat…'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-2815375232997771663</id><published>2008-06-09T23:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:34:37.747+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desi at Heart….Desi in the Mind too</title><content type='html'>No matter where I am, no matter what I do….I am a true Indian…'Desi' as I like to refer myself to. It reflects in my actions, my words, my habits …. All the way in my life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the rich culture and customs what my motherland had to offer, I make the best of it all. Being religious, doing pooja on a daily basis, is not my cup of tea, But I like to spend atleast a minute to take a deep breadth and become one with myself and my Guide, my inner strength. I don't need to do it at a particular time in the day or in a particular place…it could be while travelling to office or having my breakfast or in a meeting where my involvement is not a must…basically anywhere and everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel no one in our country is brought up to be stringent / stubborn / headstrong, rather it's in our upbringing that we are taught to be caring / thoughtful / adjusting. Most important we are brought-up to fulfil the desire of a near-n-dear one before we do ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe every morning sun comes over to shower its rays of blessings upon us. We fold hands in front of our God and pray for the betterment of our family, and for the strength that will keep us together.&lt;br /&gt;We believe the water used in pooja is like Gangajal and is sprinkled around in the house for purification.&lt;br /&gt;We believe if we talk with respect to our elders and kids we will get the same in return.&lt;br /&gt;We believe that praying to God will drive our worries away.&lt;br /&gt;We believe that is we are true to ourselves and others, no evil can affect us.&lt;br /&gt;We believe we cant have the best of everything.&lt;br /&gt;We believe we can smile in the adverse of all situations.&lt;br /&gt;We believe hiding our emotions help sooths others pain.&lt;br /&gt;We believe we will have to pay the price of our bad deed in this life or our next.&lt;br /&gt;We believe we have 7 lives to live before our spirit is set free.&lt;br /&gt;We believe priests are the messengers of God and know it all.&lt;br /&gt;We believe in our elders and have complete blind faith in what they have to tell us.&lt;br /&gt;We believe it's alright to make a few mistakes, because we are not GodWe believe life has more to offer than what we can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a die-hard optimistic, (un)punctual, hearty, jovial lot and true dreamers. We believe we can fly without wings and this world is a small/tiny place not offering us much room to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still believe in family values. We sacrifice our needs and desires to save enough to offer the best to our kids. We spend our lives looking after our elders, our kids, our family, our friends…and not to forget our enemies too……and deep inside feel content that all those people are looking after us too in return and so we are well taken care of, even though not by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not a single thing that I find which makes me believe that India is a developing 3rd grade country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we are a 1st Grade developed nation….and our wealth is not green/red/blue paper currency. It actually the love, the care, the respect, the joy, the values, the rituals, the customs, the culture which lives in the heart and mind of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can take this away from us…no divide and rule policy, no dominant rule, no impositions and feel-inferior attitude….as We depict Unity and Diversity in form of INDIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JaiHind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-2815375232997771663?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2815375232997771663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=2815375232997771663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/2815375232997771663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/2815375232997771663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2008/06/desi-at-heartdesi-in-mind-too.html' title='Desi at Heart….Desi in the Mind too'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-2406182504056048666</id><published>2008-06-09T23:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:26:16.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is Money.....</title><content type='html'>I m tired....so tired that i dont even want to bat my eyelids....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's come to a standstill and interestingly a huge amount of money is being payed for me bieng in this state. this tiredness is not a result of tooo much work, neither of a rigorous physicall activity, its just being in the UAT phase of my project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently delivered to my Client, the solution to an issue. With much digging-into the existing system I found that the resolution was already implemented, and its just that they didnt know about it. So I spend a lot of time gathering requirement, cheking out variuos sites etc etc basically projected an image of myself to be really busy in building the solution. But all this while, I was just whiling my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was assigned this weird project where timelines were long, and work was short......when I started it looked really nice and felt good too....There were times when I was dying to get my hands dirty with work, a misunderstood requirement, a chasing up with client about the output data...but not, I was not destined for any of the above in this project. The requirement gathering phase was like a Jelly.....the Development phase was smooth as an ice-cream, Unit testing like juicy orange, and this UAT phase as quite as an abandoned mansion :o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would give to get the husle bustle back in my life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to my dismay, there no other suitable project for my hot &amp;amp; in-damnd skillset ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next few hours I will impatiently wait for my client to get back to me with the Sign-off of the UAT testing, without a single flaw in my development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I need to be prod of the solution provided or feel disgusted about making a fool of myself.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-2406182504056048666?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2406182504056048666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=2406182504056048666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/2406182504056048666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/2406182504056048666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-is-money.html' title='Time is Money.....'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-3292487643986221611</id><published>2008-02-07T12:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-07T13:16:03.612Z</updated><title type='text'>A lost dream....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the simplest things are the most difficult to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our human nature doesn’t let us consciously hurt someone's feeling and so that makes us go-on compromising....but we fail to understand that compromise is also hurting feelings, not of another person - but of SELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst a happy moment we find a little strand out of place and we succumb to the pressure of putting it back.....but often we don’t realise that our happy moment is now gone. Our ego tells us, its no biggie but deep inside we brood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I am talking in riddles but m lost in an unfamiliar place, which looks very familiar though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have walked down a road for years now and I just saw a long lost dream / hope pass-by, without which I had learnt to live and just the sight of it brought to my mind all the green pastures it holds for me. I just want to live that dream once....it seems it’s no more my dream…it’s my need... my desire....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know that the solution to it is simple and straight, but I cant find the courage to grab my guts together and give my dream one shot.....I am scared of losing out on it, yet again......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would give to be child again....when I believed the world is mine to conquer....every problem has a solution.....smile away from worries...just when I thought things were falling apart i would get a hug from mom/dad saying alls well.....Oh I just want the time to turn back......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a miracle could make me one with my dream….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-3292487643986221611?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3292487643986221611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=3292487643986221611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/3292487643986221611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/3292487643986221611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2008/02/lost-dream.html' title='A lost dream....'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-1619034784402210065</id><published>2007-10-25T08:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T08:03:04.118+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Encounter with life</title><content type='html'>Amidst the darkest clouds the sun's rays pierce their way to lighten up th earth.  With the day so bright and lively, night so calm and soothing we go on about our daily chores. The sweat and toil pays off when we hit our bed in the night. The sound sleep relaxing our body and our soul which was bruised many a times during the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don’t know what power is it that makes us go on and go...whenever there are deadline we get this sudden burst of energy to work round the clock...sometimes even in our sleep. While there are days when we can’t do a simple task of making a cup of milk, just coz we want to become a vegetable and not move...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right from our childhood, we are taught to be a good human....but i believe there are just a handful of us who really live up to that teaching. Its well know that life's full of struggle and hardwork....Whether its a life of a simple human, who doesn’t aspire much from his life and leads a contented life...or from a corrupt person who manipulated others and the system to work in his favour. the simple human struggles with his urges and desired to work as part of the system, while the corrupt person struggles with the system to fulfil his urges and desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noone should be forced for anything...not even to live against his wish....but we make rules and laws to impose even the desire to live on and on against all odds.&lt;br /&gt;The other day i read an article of an old man wanting to pull out the plug of his life as he thought he had already lived his due live tenure...but the law wouldn’t let him do so. He now lives a life of a single desire that he would encounter death in his sleep. Not that he lived a bad/sad life...its just that he wants to take it easy and not struggle anymore to live along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life gives us a freedom to do anything we want, so it is said. But then we really can’t do anything and everything we want. Amusing!!!! We need to abide by the laws made by some, so called, super human/Government, who decided to make a list of To-Do's and Not-To-Do's. I at times wonder who do they think they are - GOD???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness...a rarely found emotion in us humans, as on date...&lt;br /&gt;For the infants, their parents and grandparent are their source of happiness&lt;br /&gt;For the teenagers, their friends and parents and grandparents and extended family&lt;br /&gt;For just-touch-adulthood, their someone special&lt;br /&gt;For the married, their life partners&lt;br /&gt;For the parents - their children&lt;br /&gt;For grandparents - their children and their grandchildren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the life goes round in circle...it hasn’t a single corner from where the happiness can escape.....Yet, it’s a rarely found emotion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life built itself as a vicious circle, where everything was interdependent....if we open our eyes can carefully walk, we are sure to hit the Happy and Contented zone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told by a learned person..."When we are born we have a little of everything possible emotion in us....our lifestyle, our actions and our decisions hone-up those emotions"&lt;br /&gt;we all encounter life with a spoon full of sugar and a pinch of salt....spices are what we add on our own to give it that perfect taste that we expect out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the only tip I can give from my own experience – Look life in the eye, and you are sure to win over it…else its just another rut we walk in….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-1619034784402210065?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1619034784402210065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=1619034784402210065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/1619034784402210065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/1619034784402210065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2007/10/encounter-with-life.html' title='Encounter with life'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-117070451569295105</id><published>2007-02-05T19:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-05T19:41:55.693Z</updated><title type='text'>Life's Moto</title><content type='html'>Yeh Hosla Kaise Jhuke,&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Aarzoo Kaise Ruke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manzil Mushkil To Kya,&lt;br /&gt;Dhundla Sahil To Kya,&lt;br /&gt;Tanha Ye Dil To Kya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raah Pe Kante Bikhre Agar,&lt;br /&gt;Uspe To Phir Bhi Chalna Hi Hai,&lt;br /&gt;Shaam Chhupale Suraj Magar,&lt;br /&gt;Raat Ko Ek Din Dhalana Hi Hai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rut Ye Tal Jayegi,&lt;br /&gt;Himmat Rang Layegi,&lt;br /&gt;Subha Phir Aayegi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Hosla Kaise Juke,&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Aarzoo Kaise Ruke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hogi Hame To Rehmat Ada,&lt;br /&gt;Dhup Kategi Saaye Tale,&lt;br /&gt;Apni Khuda Se Hai Ye Dua,&lt;br /&gt;Manzil Lagale Humko Gale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zurrat So Baar Rahe,&lt;br /&gt;Uncha Ikraar Rahe,&lt;br /&gt;Zinda Har Pyar Rahe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Hosla Kaise Jhuke,&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Aarzoo Kaise Ruke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-117070451569295105?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-117070406416059175</id><published>2007-02-05T19:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-05T19:34:24.186Z</updated><title type='text'>Are Newage Comforts worth it...</title><content type='html'>The life we lead today is full of comforts and facilities to make life a piece of cake....So it is in the big cities of the world.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have an alarm to help us maintain a routine of remembering to do things on time.....most common, is to give a heady start to the day&lt;br /&gt;We have geysers heat water at a switch click...&lt;br /&gt;We have Television to provide the necessary entertainment at home&lt;br /&gt;We have a refrigerator to keep food items cool / dry...We have fans and coolers to keep home cool....We have ice and cold drinks to keep  ourselves cool....&lt;br /&gt;The list is endless and with passing time we are just adding to the list....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At most level this is a good progress we have made...but are we humans really evolving as a better Human nowdays ????&lt;br /&gt;We have become dependant on our facilities....we have retreated into our comfort cocoons...we have stopped make extra effort to b one with our nature....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scary thought, but if u read all these fictions...it’s an inevitable fact -&lt;br /&gt;The world will be made of machines and not of trees and soil.....&lt;br /&gt;We will be living out of oxygen masks and there will be not fresh air&lt;br /&gt;We would be given tasteless food out of machines...no more will fruits grow out of trees....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we going in the right directions....are we doing justice to the nature which has facilitated our evolution from a monkey to a human.....are we doing justice to ourselves by making the machine smarter than us...... ?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question which has no right or wrong answer.......&lt;br /&gt;But the important part is...do we have the realization within us......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-117070406416059175?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/117070406416059175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=117070406416059175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/117070406416059175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/117070406416059175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2007/02/are-newage-comforts-worth-it.html' title='Are Newage Comforts worth it...'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-116421928261820800</id><published>2006-11-22T18:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-22T18:17:59.190Z</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Things...I Wanna Hold Forever :o)</title><content type='html'>As I enter a new phase of life I feel nervous at every step I take..I don't know where this road is gonna lead me, but i want to endup being Happy and Glee..A place from where I can look back at my life and see that I made the best of everything and nothing would have been more perfect that what I had or made of it :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling reminds me of one of my favorite song -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens&lt;br /&gt;Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens&lt;br /&gt;Brown paper packages tied up with strings&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels&lt;br /&gt;Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles&lt;br /&gt;Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes&lt;br /&gt;Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;Silver-white winters that melt into springs&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the dog bites,&lt;br /&gt;When the bee stings,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling sad,&lt;br /&gt;I simply remember my favorite things,&lt;br /&gt;And then I don't feel so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-116421928261820800?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/116421928261820800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=116421928261820800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116421928261820800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116421928261820800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-favorite-thingsi-wanna-hold-forever.html' title='My Favorite Things...I Wanna Hold Forever :o)'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-116258348677311687</id><published>2006-11-03T19:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-03T19:51:26.940Z</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Ending</title><content type='html'>I absolutely love to watch all those romantic comedies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list is never ending but on my top favorites are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When Harry Met Sally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've Got Mail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Best Friends Wedding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;French Kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andaz Apna Apna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chupke Chupke&lt;/em&gt; (Old one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can watch these movies over and over and over and over again...Nono I aint exagerating but m a hopeless fan of romantic comedies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw 'My best friends wedding'....it was a treat&lt;br /&gt;The director has handled the subject so perfectly.....&lt;br /&gt;Julia admits that shes trying to breakup a marriage and actually does kiss the man of her dreams gudbye, coz she makes a sincere effort to come to terms with him not loving her back. And when shes sitting at the table, drumming her fingers on the table covered with a laced tablecloth, her new best friends calls her and makes her feel gud about the good deed she did for the day....&lt;br /&gt;The movie ends with a positive note, where bygones are bygones and people walkout of the theatre with a smile and a feeling of content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact I learnt a lot from the movie...live life kingsize, dont wallow in self pity unto eternity, rather getout and chase ur dream and if for some reason could cause hurt stop chasing it..soon you will find another dream....and one day you will be living in a perfect world, where the world is moulding itself according to your dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would be more than perfect if you have a best friend (at perfect sync) and a life partner ( as your alter ego)....&lt;br /&gt;This is yet another dream...and m sure chasing it......&lt;br /&gt;Ah!!! M such a dreamer......I hope I never have to wake up to any sort of brutal reality ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am close to my end, I want to go away with a smile...and also wish my near and dear ones bid me farewell with a smile too.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-116258348677311687?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/116258348677311687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=116258348677311687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116258348677311687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116258348677311687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2006/11/perfect-ending.html' title='A Perfect Ending'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-116240885882283509</id><published>2006-11-01T19:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-01T19:25:49.516Z</updated><title type='text'>Gods Biggest Screw-Up - MEN</title><content type='html'>I wonder what God was thinking when he made a MAN ??????&lt;br /&gt;He must b drunk and completely out of his mind.....Phew !!!!! Or maybe too groggy but needed to complete the task before dozing off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must have created a MAN in a rush...and that explains their qualities like&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely no Patience..&lt;br /&gt;Anxious...&lt;br /&gt;In a Hurry...&lt;br /&gt;All up to wind things away and ignoring the fact of doing it properly....&lt;br /&gt;etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must have definitely tipsy topsy...that would explain qualities like&lt;br /&gt;Dumbness..&lt;br /&gt;Weird......&lt;br /&gt;No control over words and action after taking in alcohol&lt;br /&gt;No sense atall of what to do when...and how to do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am sure he must have been on a high and in his happy world...which would facilitate qualities like&lt;br /&gt;Charming and Sweet when impressing a girl&lt;br /&gt;Mummas Boy with their Mommy&lt;br /&gt;Hunybuns of their Wife&lt;br /&gt;Ruff and Tuff yet Handsome as a dreamboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The package of MAN is not bad, when looked as a single entity they are such darling....&lt;br /&gt;But the minute they start with the Ego Trip or Chauvinism.....MAN is a wrek....He is bound to go down......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall being every successful Male there is a Female.....&lt;br /&gt;She not only is standing there to help him through his thick and thin, but to support him so he doesn’t fall flat on his face ( most probable tendency of Men )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a male hater...I love Men...&lt;br /&gt;Just that I wonder...what god was thinking , when he made Men...... ?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-116240885882283509?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/116240885882283509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=116240885882283509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116240885882283509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116240885882283509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2006/11/gods-biggest-screw-up-men.html' title='Gods Biggest Screw-Up - MEN'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-116231848287944401</id><published>2006-10-31T17:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-31T18:14:43.206Z</updated><title type='text'>My mind is wandeing in each-which direction....</title><content type='html'>In the past few minutes I have thought of the most Beautiful, Ugliest, Notorious, Fun, Sad, Hurtful, Groovy things in my life....The life that is revolving around me ME :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be smitten in love and be in the Neverland where all there is to have is Laughter....&lt;br /&gt;Then I feel I will soon lose importance of the Smile as there will be no Tear...No moment of sadness to realise the importance of Joy Forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see the ugliest thing so that when I see the most Beautiful thing ever...I can recognise it right away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know alls not perfect......and I am no God, or someone who knows it all...&lt;br /&gt;I want to wakeup every morning so I can live my happy dreams....so I can go out in the world and learn frm my own experiences, not just from preaching of elders...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be hurt so I can find true relaxing and quiet moments....and then I will savor those happy moments as if my life depended on it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cryout loud...so I can get rid of all pain and hurting within&lt;br /&gt;I want to Laff out loud so I can spread the joy&lt;br /&gt;I want to fall off a bicycle so I can get bruises all over my leg and so show off in front of my friends that I am a strong a sturdy person&lt;br /&gt;I want to not do a makeup and show the world my natural look...even if I am ugly&lt;br /&gt;I want to dream of death so I can wake up and realise I still have air in my lungs and am alive&lt;br /&gt;I want to be dumb and stupid at time to get my way&lt;br /&gt;I want to be pampered and spoilt so I know I am cared about&lt;br /&gt;I want to be loved by every person who knows me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the whole world in my hands......Its a Small Small World&lt;br /&gt;A World of Lafter and World of tears&lt;br /&gt;A World of Hope and a World of Fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I was born a human in this life....Maybe I am a cockroach in my next life and will get squashed when I am about 20 days old....Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.......&lt;br /&gt;Even then...my heart will ponder of the happy moment I have spent in this life.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-116231848287944401?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/116231848287944401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=116231848287944401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116231848287944401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116231848287944401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-mind-is-wandeing-in-each-which.html' title='My mind is wandeing in each-which direction....'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-116206267856587450</id><published>2006-10-28T19:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T20:11:18.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Khosla ka Ghosla - Comedy ??????</title><content type='html'>On recommendation of a few not so reliable friends I watched &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Khosla ka Ghosla'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.....And now I am speechless....I am not sure was it the popcorn I enjoyed more or the good cooling effect of the AC in the hall...It was definitely NOT the MOVIE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the writer was thinking while writing the movie...He definitely didn't have me in his mind as a suitable audience.&lt;br /&gt;The director made an awesome &lt;em&gt;khichdi&lt;/em&gt; of every emotion exhibited by a middle class man....And at some places he over did what he intended to do...so I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt the actors acted well...three cheers to them definitely.....but the movie was made for the sake of making, I don't think they made it for attracting audience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot was different -&lt;br /&gt;A middle class man finally bags a good plat in a good locality, an yr before his retirement. He wants to see his children live his dream of building a Khosla mansion there...where certain expectations of his are met, while few are brutally shattered. A twist, as he is harassed by a bully Khurana. In time of need the family sticks together. With a few more friends and acquaintances help all matters are sorted and everyone lives happily ever after :o)&lt;br /&gt;Short...Sweet...and Simple....Good plot....But not handled well&lt;br /&gt;From every angle that I tried to see it from...I couldn’t find the Comedy essence in it...it was missing big-time  :o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have laffed out loud more while watching DOR than this Comedy - Khosla ka Ghosla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, on the other hand, is a wonderful movie....&lt;br /&gt;For all who haven’t watched it still.....go on and watch it....its worth a one time watch. Some might find it slow, but it will leave a good impression if u watch it from Start till the End.....&lt;br /&gt;I wont give out the plot of it.....u will come to know within minutes after movie takes off :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-116206267856587450?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/116206267856587450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=116206267856587450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116206267856587450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116206267856587450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2006/10/khosla-ka-ghosla-comedy.html' title='Khosla ka Ghosla - Comedy ??????'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-116198139488335264</id><published>2006-10-27T19:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T21:36:35.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Work like you dont work for the Money,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love like you have never been Hurt,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dance like noone is watching you.... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-116198139488335264?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/116198139488335264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=116198139488335264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116198139488335264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116198139488335264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2006/10/work-like-you-dont-work-for-money-love.html' title=''/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-116077253451644860</id><published>2006-10-13T21:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:48:54.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Male and Thee Female !!!!</title><content type='html'>I can bet half the people dont know the true meaning of double standards.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As dictionary defines it - &lt;em&gt;"any code or set of principles containing different provisions for one group of people than for another, esp. an unwritten code of sexual behavior permitting men more freedom than women. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The esp. part in the above definition has ruined this world.&lt;br /&gt;God made this world with humans and animals.....&lt;br /&gt;Among humans god made 2 categories - Men and Women.....&lt;br /&gt;An for all the wrong reasons.....Us humans created a category called the &lt;em&gt;'weaker sex - women'&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;'macho stuff - men'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till very recent times, women never were given the opportunity to stand shoulder to shoulder with Men...they weren’t given equal opportunities either....they were to understand and live the true meaning of sacrifice, while the men did all they wanted as they wanted (guess that was the origin of MCP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! I so strongly feel about the whole Male and Female distinction concept...am so against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that a woman cannot be given a responsibility, just coz she is a women...does it make her any less a human????&lt;br /&gt;Why can't males treat women with equality...given them as much respect as they give to a peer male???&lt;br /&gt;Why are women termed as the WEAKER SEX????&lt;br /&gt;Why is there a concept of Sati still prevailing in this society???&lt;br /&gt;Why do males just came back from office and expect that dinner will be laid in front of them on the table...y cant they volunteer to cook for a change???&lt;br /&gt;Will helping a female make them any less a man????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I could go on endlessly with firing questions about it.....&lt;br /&gt;But there is no definite answers to it still, sadly....yet its the harsh truth that MCPs are still going strong...women will be made to feel and be treated like the weaklings....Men will still be treated like God Almighty's.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did the justice of equality and human dignity go...and why have we created these distinctions in our heart and head, about Men and Women???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this war ever end???&lt;br /&gt;Will there be only Humans walking on the face of the earth...where they are not differentiated coz of their gender???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this distinction has given birth to Double Standards.....&lt;br /&gt;Things that a male rightly does...is condemned when done by a female...&lt;br /&gt;Words that males can get away with.....Female are supposed to be undignified when they were to use those very same words...&lt;br /&gt;Places which males can explore...Females are forbidden from those places&lt;br /&gt;Dreams which males can aspire to...Females are made to set their priorities, and leave the dreams as secondary.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cant males understand Females are humans too.....They arnt birds who should be caged&lt;br /&gt;Over the centuries females are not only physically caged but mentally too they r imposed with endless restrictions......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-116077253451644860?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/116077253451644860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=116077253451644860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116077253451644860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116077253451644860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2006/10/male-and-thee-female.html' title='The Male and Thee Female !!!!'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-116068525732844869</id><published>2006-10-12T20:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T21:36:35.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGER...A worthwhile emotion to have ??</title><content type='html'>Anger destroys everything in a split second....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, if used at the right moment..in the rite quantity...it could create wonders too... :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The former statement is applicable to most situations that 'Anger' is used in. Anger makes people lose their cool and say the most hurting things ever. It not only makes u a fowl mouth, but hurts the other persons feelings too. No reason is justified to make one person get angry at another to an uncontrollable extent. Even if anger strikes a situation, people should know when to shutup and not say anything out of place.&lt;br /&gt;With the temeperatures soaring high, peoples minds also get heated and anger grows inside. Most angry people cause hurt and get hurt.....I wish there was no more ANGER in this world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God must have taken out extra time to build this emotion "ANGER"...i wonder what he was thinking. Maybe it was supposed to be so our forehead could do some excercise (the frown ), the teeth need testing if they are still going strong, or need a dental checkup ( grinding teeth ), check if vocal chords are working ( screaming and shouting ), clearing the dirt filled in eyes (tears)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats definitly the positive side of Anger...hehehehehe !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from the original God's creation (of my conception above) we humans have made anger a Bane....A feeling to be scared of...A feeling causing much more hurt than it is originally intends for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only weapon against immense anger is a sweet lil simple SMILE....&lt;br /&gt;I say it 'coz I have used it to cool down people who are wasting their good energies in creating bad karma by displaying Anger....&lt;br /&gt;It not only cools them down, it makes them come to terms with life and help them see that life is not such a bad place to be in..the situation they are fighting is not as bad as they are anticipating...the people they are shouting at are the ones who they dearly love and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day all people will evolve and learn to co-exist in peaceful harmony and sync.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my friends, anger will be a long lost emotion....Peace and Love will finally conquer and rule this world.&lt;br /&gt;I hope for a better tomorrow.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-116068525732844869?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/116068525732844869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=116068525732844869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116068525732844869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116068525732844869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2006/10/angera-worthwhile-emotion-to-have.html' title='ANGER...A worthwhile emotion to have ??'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-116058918471228068</id><published>2006-10-11T18:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T18:53:05.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Orkut...The World of Orkut</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"An online community"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is the most common thing you hear about Orkut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I have found all my long lost friends there...even my schoool friends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Well I use it for dating...picking nice friends...U see I am marriagable age now, need to find my life partner"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"A good timepass...get to meet a lot of new people....made real coool friends lately on orkut"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few things that people fondly say about orkut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally like that site...its fun.  I did meet my old school friends on it, soon my cousins are becoming regular on it too. It sure is convinient. I nomore have to open my mailbox, find an email Id and then drop a mail. Its also helped me bring down my telephone bills ;o)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's become tooooo fast. I barely have time to sleep, and my friends expect me to keep in touch with thm regularly. They often complain that I never call them and dont take their calls either. Lately Orkut has come as my savior...no more nagging from friends that I dont have time for them... :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OffLate Orkut is my one stop link to message &amp; scrap my friend/relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other side I feel its an addiction. Once you become socially active on Orkut, you come back to it to check who all visited your profile in the day; who scrapped you; who replied to the communities message; who is in your fan club; who worte the most amazing testimonial; who has the most fun piks ploaded....etc etc...the list is endless.&lt;br /&gt;Am glad, I still havnt hit the addiction stage....I hope I never....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-116058918471228068?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/116058918471228068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=116058918471228068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116058918471228068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116058918471228068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2006/10/orkutthe-world-of-orkut.html' title='Orkut...The World of Orkut'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-116051491279784433</id><published>2006-10-10T22:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T18:31:52.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrzz Kiya Hai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Kyun Rakhoon Main Ab Apni Kalam Mein Syahi,&lt;br /&gt;Jab Koi Armaan Dil Mein Machalta Hi Nahin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Jane Kyun Sabhi Shaq Karte Hain Mujhpar,&lt;br /&gt;Jab Koi Sukha Phool Meri Kitab Mein Milta Hi Nahin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kashish To Bahut Thi Mere Pyar Mein,&lt;br /&gt;Magar Kya Karoon, Koi Patthar-Dil Pigalta Hi Nahin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agar Khuda Mile To Us Se Apna Pyar Mangoon,&lt;br /&gt;Par Suna Hai, Woh Marne Se Pehle Kisise Milta Hi Nahin.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-116051491279784433?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/116051491279784433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=116051491279784433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116051491279784433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116051491279784433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2006/10/arrzz-kiya-hai.html' title='Arrzz Kiya Hai...'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-116050571974735795</id><published>2006-10-10T19:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T19:41:59.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest talk on the block....</title><content type='html'>buzzzzzzzzzz !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New talk on the block -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Child labour Illegal"&lt;br /&gt;When was it ever legal... I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"World Condemns Korea for Nuclear Warhead testing"&lt;br /&gt;But all the raw couldn't possibly have been made there itself...M sure the US.....Pakistan...etc had a role to play in supplying the supplies for the nucledar bomb creation. How come they are pointing fingers now.....Y are they even producing such material which can one day b used as an ingredient of a Nuclear bomb.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-116050571974735795?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/116050571974735795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=116050571974735795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116050571974735795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116050571974735795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2006/10/latest-talk-on-block.html' title='Latest talk on the block....'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-116042128637369799</id><published>2006-10-09T20:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T20:14:46.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Li'l World !!!!</title><content type='html'>No road Unwalked-on..&lt;br /&gt;No destination Unexplored..&lt;br /&gt;No moment Uninterrupted..&lt;br /&gt;No heart Untouched..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more could we ask for...from the world we live in....&lt;br /&gt;Its a small world....a familiar small home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-116042128637369799?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/116042128637369799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=116042128637369799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116042128637369799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116042128637369799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-sweet-lil-world.html' title='My Sweet Li&apos;l World !!!!'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-116033826526291385</id><published>2006-10-08T20:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T21:11:05.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifes a Roller Coaster ride :o)</title><content type='html'>Wth ups and downs....life takes u places&lt;br /&gt;Places u have aspired to b at...&lt;br /&gt;Places u have dreamt to reach...&lt;br /&gt;Places u have despised ...&lt;br /&gt;Places u had never imagined ever existed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every little day....&lt;br /&gt;New experiences come our way....&lt;br /&gt;Make us cross a differnt way, day after day&lt;br /&gt;Yet leaves fond memories of times Happy and Gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have smiled endlessly while living a happy moment&lt;br /&gt;I have shed tears when from inside i was sad and hurt&lt;br /&gt;I have laffed my heart out at a joke and at a PJ&lt;br /&gt;I have shouted out loud when I couldn't have my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have evolved myself&lt;br /&gt;From every sad and happy moment i have lived&lt;br /&gt;I have loved yet hated myself&lt;br /&gt;Been tired for I had to keep walking from pillar to post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!! This sweet sweat....&lt;br /&gt;The blister causing hurt to my ego&lt;br /&gt;The moments of eternal love...of immense hatred..&lt;br /&gt;They make me ME....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am glad I have lived every moment of my life&lt;br /&gt;With a tear and a smile&lt;br /&gt;I never want to give up&lt;br /&gt;For I still have miles to go before I sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-116033826526291385?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/116033826526291385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=116033826526291385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116033826526291385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116033826526291385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2006/10/lifes-roller-coaster-ride-o.html' title='Lifes a Roller Coaster ride :o)'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-116024921271136957</id><published>2006-10-07T19:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T20:28:03.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I a good girl ... I WONDER ... !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well as far as my impression about myself goes ...I sure am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say I am.....Some people say I am the best....&lt;br /&gt;All of those people are my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say I am cool...Some people say I am sweet and nice&lt;br /&gt;All those people I am glad I have around. They sure are a booost to my ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say I am SoSo....Some people say I am good company...acquaintance&lt;br /&gt;All of those people I would consider as my background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say I am not such a good girl..Some people say I aint upto the mark and dont know how to do things&lt;br /&gt;All those people I would like to keep around in my surrounding. They will remind me everyday I am a human, and m not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say OHHO for me. Some people say I am a crazy person and have no sense.&lt;br /&gt;All those people are my so-calles friends. Friends who have known me for a while and have at some stage had a rift with me :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say I am pure EVIL. Some people say I am rily rily bad in every which way.&lt;br /&gt;All those people are the ones I love ( at some deep down level), but pretend to hate deeply. They are a reminder to me that I can aspire to be the DEVIL (i know Delvil is a She) sooner than later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is made up of GOOD and BAD...the BAD are always more successful&lt;br /&gt;This world is made up of RIGHT and WRONG.....the wrong always gets u to your destination faster&lt;br /&gt;The world is made up of LOVE and HATE...Hate is alive in every heart that beats...while love is sooon fading away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Survive.....I MUST become the DEVIL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-116024921271136957?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/116024921271136957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=116024921271136957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116024921271136957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/116024921271136957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2006/10/am-i-good-girl-i-wonder.html' title='Am I a good girl ... I WONDER ... !!!!!!'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-114371991738855911</id><published>2006-03-30T07:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T12:58:37.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We all just want to b heard.....</title><content type='html'>It was just yesterday that amid our busy work schedule and project timelines, our team took some time off to get into a very insightful discussion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with - "Is money (salary) more important or Job Satisfaction..."&lt;br /&gt;Everyone jumped into the discussion in a split second saying JOB SATISFACTION....and one person stood there alone saying..."I work for my family...providing them more than enough money to live a satisfying life". We all knew that he also would choose Job Satisfaction over Money...but for the sake of getting a time off from work, we made it our prime motive to make him admit that Job Satisfaction is anyday more important than Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View, Opinion, Statements, Examples of exceptional cases, own life experiences filled the 1.5 hr long open air discussions...The small office cubical, with a seating capacity of 6, was now packed with all the colleagues that made up our office. Each had a strong passion to put his/her point forward and be heard...&lt;br /&gt;Everytime an exceptional case was talked about, there were a few who would say - "Exceptions are always there, leave them aside...” but there were others who related to their own life experience or a similar thing they had seen / heard somewhere. But each branch of discussion ended with a sigh and a moment of silence where each took a moment off to sink the thought in or so to say Recharge themselves to go on and on another branch.&lt;br /&gt;Voices rose (to get the point heard), opinions became statement &amp; personal standings, examples became personal feeling....the discussion heated in no time....&lt;br /&gt;As expected some people walked away since noone was seeing their point but retraced their steps back when they realised it was too late to turn away from it and not b a part of it anymore...the whole discussion had grown over them already....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like always we had some exceptional people, who among all the noise, kept themselves glued to their desks and work on their projects. There was also some who kept walking into the discussion arena...hear thought...go for a stroll anc come back again. These people were mere spectators and didn’t participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole discussion ended with a big laff...but the heat didn’t die fast....&lt;br /&gt;This was a friendly discussion which everyone welcomed with open arms and mind&lt;br /&gt;Everything that was said wasn’t taken as a personal affront....colleagues still remained a team a united team :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some people the discussion didn’t end there...especially for those who shared the cab to go back home. They continued talking on similar lines even on the way back. The 1 hr long journey didn’t seem that long yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I had a very funny experience of my own...In my cab we started talking of some technical doubt a colleague of mine had. We started with clearing it, explaining him concept and trying to resolve his doubt so he had a better understanding of the topic...Soon that technical discussion took a jump to attitude of famous / renowned people and before you knew the open forum topic of Money...Job Satisfaction...was back into discussion. I didn’t participate much in the discussion earlier so I started pouring out my thoughts and views about that topic. Before I knew I had added some of my personal life experiences to the discussion and talked endlessly until I had told it all out to my cab mates. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Best part was.....from our afternoon topic I had diversified it to Indian Government...How each one of us can contribute to it...and how I want to b a part of the ppl who want to contribute in development of my country. I am very passionate about being and INDIAN. And I had such a strong urge to tell all my thought to all that even after the cab stopped at my stop....I didnt open the door until I was finished telling everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to think of a million things other than work.....I really had thought that I was incapable of thinking of anything else other than my work related technical topics.&lt;br /&gt;My thought, my knowledge has not become stagnant afterall :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am  still a talker......Who just wants to be heard :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-114371991738855911?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/114371991738855911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=114371991738855911' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/114371991738855911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/114371991738855911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-all-just-want-to-b-heard.html' title='We all just want to b heard.....'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-114291655158590472</id><published>2006-03-21T04:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-21T04:52:10.406Z</updated><title type='text'>Life is Beauty...</title><content type='html'>Life and its experiences are quite in insightful in themselves...&lt;br /&gt;If we ever sat back and thought of all that is happening around us and all that we have done/ said.....we can sure learn from it….Else life just goes on and passes us by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impulsive...Arrogant....these two adjectives get added to us when we loose control of the situation and stop thinking...I read a forward sometime back and it made sense...It taught me how to not get attached to these two adjectives…which can ruin ones day...and sometimes a whole life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sharing with that forward ...rather the principle to stay in control of ur life and all that's happening in it :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The 90/10 Principle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Author: Stephen Covey (Management Guru)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you read this before? Discover the 90/10 Principle. It will change your life (at least the way you react to situations).&lt;br /&gt;What is this principle?&lt;br /&gt;10% of life is made up of what happens to you. 90% of life is decided by how you react. What does this mean? We really have no control over 10% of what happens to us. We cannot stop the car from breaking down. The plane will be late arriving, which throws our whole schedule off. A driver may cut us off in traffic. We have no control over this 10%. The other 90% is different. You determine the other 90%. How? By your reaction. You cannot control a red light, but you can control your reaction. Don't let people fool you; YOU can control how you react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's use an example.&lt;br /&gt;You are eating breakfast with your family. Your daughter knocks over a cup of coffee onto your business shirt. You have no control over what just what happened. What happens when the next will be determined by how you react. You curse. You harshly scold your daughter for knocking the cup over. She breaks down in tears. After scolding her, you turn to your spouse and criticize her for placing the cup too close to the edge of the table. A short verbal battle follows. You storm upstairs and change your shirt. Back downstairs, you find your daughter has been too busy crying to finish breakfast and get ready for school. She misses the bus. Your spouse must leave immediately for work. You rush to the car and drive your daughter to school. Because you are late, you drive 40 miles an hour in a 30 mph speed limit. After a15-minute delay and throwing Rs. 200/- traffic fine away, you arrive at school. Your daughter runs into the building without saying goodbye. After arriving at the office 20 minutes late, you find you forgot your briefcase. Your day has started terrible. As it continues, it seems to get worse and worse. You look forward to coming home, When you arrive home, you find small wedge in your relationship with your spouse and daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because of how you reacted in the morning. Why did you have a badday?&lt;br /&gt;A) Did the coffee cause it?&lt;br /&gt;B) Did your daughter cause it?&lt;br /&gt;C) Did the policeman cause it?&lt;br /&gt;D) Did you cause it?&lt;br /&gt;The answer is "D". You had no control over what happened with the coffee. How you reacted in those 5 seconds is what caused your bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what could have and should have happened.&lt;br /&gt;Coffee splashes over you. Your daughter is about to cry. You gently say,"It's ok honey, you just need, to be more careful next time". Grabbing a towel you rush upstairs. After grabbing a new shirt and your briefcase, you come back down in time to look through the window and see your child getting on the bus. She turns and waves. You arrive 5 minutes early and cheerfully greet the staff. Your boss comments on how good the day you are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the difference? Two different scenarios. Both started the same. Both ended different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because of how you REACTED. You really do not have any control over 10% of what happens. The other90% was determined by your reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some ways to apply the 90/10 principle.&lt;br /&gt;If someone says something negative about you, don't be a sponge. Let the attack roll off like water on glass. You don't have to let the negative comment affect you! React properly and it will not ruin your day.&lt;br /&gt;A wrong reaction could result in losing a friend, being fired, getting stressed out etc. How do you react if someone cuts you off in traffic? Do you lose your temper? Pound on the steering wheel? A friend of mine had the steering wheel fall off) Do you curse? Does your blood pressure skyrocket? Do you try and bump them? WHO CARES if you arrive ten seconds later at work? Why let the cars ruin your drive? Remember the 90/10 principle, and do not worry about it. You are told you lost your job. Why lose sleep and get irritated? It will work out. Use your worrying energy and time into finding another job. The plane is late; it is going to mangle your schedule for the day. Why take out your frustration on the flight attendant? She has no control over what is going on. Use your time to study, get to know the other passenger. Why get stressed out? It will just make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know the 90-10 principle. Apply it and you will be amazed at the results. You will lose nothing if you try it. The 90-10 principle is incredible. Very few know and apply this principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result? Millions of people are suffering from undeserved stress, trials, problems and heartache. We all must understand and apply the 90/10 principle. It CAN change your life!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-114291655158590472?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/114291655158590472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=114291655158590472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/114291655158590472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/114291655158590472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-is-beauty.html' title='Life is Beauty...'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-114291449227397556</id><published>2006-03-21T04:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-21T04:14:52.283Z</updated><title type='text'>Hey....</title><content type='html'>Its been forever that i have written my thots out in the blog.&lt;br /&gt; "Ur blog has gone stale..." as a friend told me a couple of days back. Yeah I admit I didnt take time out to work on it but life was getting hectic by the day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well me back now...so see u all more often.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your reads hereon :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-114291449227397556?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/114291449227397556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=114291449227397556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/114291449227397556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/114291449227397556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2006/03/hey.html' title='Hey....'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-113642728360830935</id><published>2006-01-05T02:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-05T02:14:43.616Z</updated><title type='text'>dealing with IT</title><content type='html'>Like when you've split up with someone, and you try to communicate the way you feel, because you need to say the words, need to feel that somebody understands just how pissed off and frightened you feel. The problem is, they never do. 'Plenty morefish in the sea,' they'll say, or 'You're better off without them,'or 'Do you want some of these potato chips?' They never really understand, because they haven't been there, every day, every hour. They don't know the way things have been, the way that it's made you, the way it has structured your world. They'll never realise that someone who makes you feel bad may be the person you need most in the world. They don't understand the history,the background, don't know the pillars of memory that hold you up. Ultimately, they don't know you well enough, and they never can. Everyone's alone in their world, because everybody's life is different. You can send people letters, and show them photos,but they can never come to visit where you live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you love them. And then they can burn it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 177 Michael Marshall Smith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-113642728360830935?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113642728360830935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=113642728360830935' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/113642728360830935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/113642728360830935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2006/01/dealing-with-it.html' title='dealing with IT'/><author><name>Bloggard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357062330027981389</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-113619833761873306</id><published>2006-01-02T10:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-02T10:41:53.360Z</updated><title type='text'>Year 2006 just arrived :o)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/1974/1600/garfield.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/1974/320/garfield.0.png" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all a verrrrry HAPPPPPPPPPPiEEeeee New YEAaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years eve calls for a celebrations...A lot of dancing, mingling with friends and family.....The aura is that of FUN time...and Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us youngsters hit the dance floor :o) and danced our hearts out till late night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/1974/1600/dace.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/1974/320/dace.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i had to return home late night from the party ..... my mom dad gave me thee LOOOK....But when i got in....i gave them a tite hug and wish them new years :o)....got them a small pastry...we had our lil new years party at home too :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/1974/1600/newballroom2.3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/1974/320/newballroom2.3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom and dad sure love to dance....even when they were half asleep...they danced so beautifully....We together danced our way in...into the New Year 2006 :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/1974/1600/AN_DANCE.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy all through this new year with friends and family :o)&lt;br /&gt;may you have a very joyous and prosperous new year&lt;br /&gt;Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeers ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-113619833761873306?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113619833761873306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=113619833761873306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/113619833761873306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/113619833761873306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2006/01/year-2006-just-arrived-o.html' title='Year 2006 just arrived :o)'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-113567992226507451</id><published>2005-12-27T10:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-27T10:41:27.116Z</updated><title type='text'>And I just died one day…</title><content type='html'>We often write only fun thing on the blog site....somthing thats happy, cheerful or informative...but for a change I am posting something that I saw a close friend experiece recently....and I stood by her side while she experienced what she wrote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tears rolled down my eyes for the first time in years….and I just died one day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived my life to the fullest…always laughed out loud, right from my heart. Nothing every bothered me enough to make me cranky. I was a very lively person. Taking life as it comes and making the best of everything I had. Tension-free was my life for years together. I had ample lot of friends to share my happiness with. The night brought with it the moon and the stars which made my evening glitter with joy too. Loved by my entire family and friends and surprisingly all teachers too :o). I was not the topper in the class but very brilliant and rational student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parent gave me a perfect up-bringing. I was independent without being roudy and proud. Very self sufficient and enterprising too. If I was to take up a task…would do it so efficiently that none could find a loophole in it :o). I made my family very proud with my achievements in personal and professional life…and managed a descent balance between the two lives too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved everyone for what they were and became their best friend. People easily opened out to me and discussed their hard times. I was always able to talk them out of it and give them the joyous feeling they were longing for. Their secrets were always safe with me and so were their sorrows. Many have complimented me for my SMILE….I remember someone mailing me – “u have such a nice smile..least u can do is USE IT “ . Well I did…very generously too :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late in the night one day when I was just sitting and reading a book at home…the phone rang. Yaya, its normal for the phone to ring…but not at midnight…well without any weird reaction I took the call…..and in a split second during the conversation it was all over for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in such a state of shock that my tears evaded me….&lt;br /&gt;I was shattered from inside and didn’t come to terms with the reality until a long time….&lt;br /&gt;It was after much pondering I convinced myself that I lost a part of me due to mere negligence…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears rolled down my eyes for the first time in years….and I just died…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often I find myself lost…and time had come to a NO-PASSING zone."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-113567992226507451?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113567992226507451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=113567992226507451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/113567992226507451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/113567992226507451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-i-just-died-one-day.html' title='And I just died one day…'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-113508195863093154</id><published>2005-12-20T12:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-20T12:32:38.636Z</updated><title type='text'>Our paths crossed</title><content type='html'>Its wonderful when you feel totally at home with a bunch of girls you've known for just 5 minutes. Thats how i feel about this bunch!!&lt;br /&gt;Well am not goin to be very descriptive about each one, to hide away from the brickbats but we are def a bundle of contraditions put together and stuck together!!&lt;br /&gt;We make it to dinners when we are tired and want to catch some sleep 'cos one of them comes from the capital ;o)&lt;br /&gt;We remember to msg her 'cos her fav hero's movie is on TV. Its another thing that we don't approve of her fling and she callin herself the Missus.Yanyways :D&lt;br /&gt;There is one who would take aeons to say a word but i think our effects are rubbing on her.Although she is no more a part of the team, it doesn't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Work is workship is this one's motto and she works till she burns herself. She has transformed from a girl who wears anything but salwars to jeans and she has an attitude. Mebbe it was a Switz trip that did wonders and not to mention her foot tappin :oD&lt;br /&gt;This die-hard bangalorean would walk miles to find a dustbin so as not to litter her hometown. Though i grow wary of this i follow her, who wants a black eye :o((&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the godmother of weddings. She taught that marriage can be fun. For better or for worse its a matter of twosome now!!&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt from each of them and i hope it was two-way. I enjoy being with them and i dont pretend. They know me as i'am. &lt;br /&gt;They are there when i call them to share my happiness,&lt;br /&gt;They are there when i dont even call to share my sorrows!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a beginning of a beautiful friendship and i hope it stands the tests of time!! Until then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-113508195863093154?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113508195863093154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=113508195863093154' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/113508195863093154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/113508195863093154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2005/12/our-paths-crossed.html' title='Our paths crossed'/><author><name>Meera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_td12RLGAdss/SosjPsmD2nI/AAAAAAAAJlo/XeyHiyqv9sY/S220/IMG_3405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-113491261827738106</id><published>2005-12-18T13:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-18T13:57:41.886Z</updated><title type='text'>Indian Weddings....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/1974/1600/ganesh3.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/1974/320/ganesh3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Marriages have often made headlined in Delhi…..not for the obvious reason of '&lt;em&gt;How Grand it Was'&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;'Celebrity Wedding'&lt;/em&gt;…but for the '&lt;em&gt;Number of marriage ceremonies taking place in a single evening all over the city'&lt;/em&gt;. Ha…A funny thought but its true. The max that I have read about is 25,000 marriages in a single day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many a times pondered on the concept of - 'Marriages made in heaven' . If that was supposedly true then the right guy/girl must come and fall in my lap….wahi na &lt;em&gt;'Aasmaan Se Gira, Bus Mujhpe Hi Atka&lt;/em&gt; ;o) '.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent time most of us become professionals at a very young age and can hardly find time to think about hunting for a life partner. It is ones own life and he/she is the most affected….yet there are a million people involved in finding the right partner for you. Nowadays its not only your parents who are concerned, its your distant relatives…their distant relative…you friends and their relatives…your neighbors and their relatives not to forget your mom's kitty group too has a contribution to make in it. Above all these people newpaper matimonials also have their share to pay. Well this is the case when you have been brought up with the values – ‘&lt;em&gt;Mom Dad Ki Pasand Se Hi Shaadi Karni Hai’&lt;/em&gt;…or so to term it as ARRANGED Marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a completely different case if you are going for the Love marriage which you have to end up arranging for yourself. First you shortlist a set of girls/guys who you are most attracted to…then check the gel-well level between you two…then the gel-well with his/her family…then the gel-well between your family and the choice one…then the gel-well between the two families….then the convincing of the strong-headed elders of your family( who will cause the much expected obstacles for the marriage to take shape) often pointing in the directions of - he/she is not the RIGHT choice for you. Once you have done all the field work and are still up and running, you need to arrrrrrrrrange this LOVE marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to the glorification of the wedding we nowdays hunt for the most interesting &lt;em&gt;Pandits&lt;/em&gt;. They are responsible for matching the &lt;em&gt;Kundlis&lt;/em&gt; and telling you all the &lt;em&gt;Auspicious Dates&lt;/em&gt; that you can choose from, as your wedding date… From this every moment your dreams and hopes start building and you start working for the actual marriage ceremonies :o).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much discussions and re-rethinking the dates are finalised. Then the most appropriate Venue to match your social stature. With each passing day the wedding shopping trips to the market become more frequent. Your daily schedules now include running between the caterers, the florists, the DJ people and the tenthouse people who can come up with a brand new excuse to not live up to your expectations and specifications. Hats off to the tailors who take their own sweet time to stitch your clothes still make you go home dissatisfied until the very last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspite of all the running around and hurdles, the spirit of marriage is still intact. On the wedding day a few responsible youngsters are given tasks to handle and manage one ceremony each. Very efficiently they handle everything that could go and what actually wrong does. The rest of the attendees come and attend thee event and give their advices (mostly unwanted and uncalled for) about how things could be better. But they also add a word of praise to all the responsible people to make the event a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/1974/1600/gan_marr.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/1974/320/gan_marr.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a lot of pomp and show the marriage takes place :o). The couple have a glowing look on their face (the beauty parlor people are primarily responsible for the it) as it’s the biggest events of their lives and they finally are becoming one&lt;em&gt;…”Do Jism Ek Jaan Hain Hum”&lt;/em&gt;. The panditji adds some pep to the event during the Pheras….Then after the much awaited haggling at the Joota Chupai event the bride bids farewell to her family and goes away with her groom to start a new world of their own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-113491261827738106?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113491261827738106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=113491261827738106' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/113491261827738106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/113491261827738106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2005/12/indian-weddings.html' title='Indian Weddings....'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-113471843443847492</id><published>2005-12-16T07:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-16T09:36:35.026Z</updated><title type='text'>To be a CODE OLYMPICS Champ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;SAP Labs India holds thee GRAND event of the Code Olympics once every year. Inspite of the busy schedules some of us manage to coax/convince their manager to let them be a part of it. Well I wasn’t able to participate in it this year but one of the Rocking Chick was able to and also be the SARKAR of it…nono she is not alone in it…she was a part of the winning team – SAPera :o) - and made some important contributions to rise as the Winners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before any other reporter could, I was able to get Priti, one of the Champs of the event, to spare some time to write out her experience of participating and winning the CODE OLYMPICS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my honor to tell u the inside story of what it takes to be a Code Olympics CHAMP, as told by the Great Miss PRITI……Read on :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/1974/1600/preety.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/1974/320/preety.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;“I never thought my dream of shaking hands with our MDs Martin and Kniese on the stage of cafeteria in SLI campus will come true so early in my first year of SAP, YES, it came to me through Code Olympics…..The day when our team SAPera was announced as thee SARKAR of 2005 Code Olympics in SLI will never go out of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes the story behind winning team SAPera:&lt;br /&gt;Because of late night sittings and personal attachment with office, people often used to say to me that I should make office my home and do all the things in office including sleep. So I thought I should rather try it with one night stay for the Code Olympics :-). Jokes apart I wanted to experience a feeling of working / coding and putting brains for 24hrs non-stop and also wanted to have fun and learning's with/from all other participants. With this desire I was desperate about taking part in the Code Olympics. I contacted every single person I knew, not only in CD but other in SLI, to get myself accommodated in any team. I even wasted my 10 precious minutes to write the interesting and enthu mail to CD team-4. With no responses from any side, I came to know that Mr. Rahul Tongia is also looking for some members and unknowingly forced him to take me in his team even when he told us that he doesn’t wanted to work with non-familiar personalities but due to non-availability of his friends he had to bear with me. But somehow the team was formed and we went w/o a any preparation in Code Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had never thought that we will win, but my personal experience with this event is incomplete without mention of our members of SAPera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Rahul - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Smart Guy who knows how to bring world in his hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atul - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have three names for him, TRUE SARKAR of our team, Bluffmaster (we learnt how to bluff with confidence from him) and founder of name SAPera (I think he is very fond of snakes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Prashant/Parag/Mythili - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simple, Innovative, Talented respectively that matches with the values required for Code Olympics.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Me - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well I am just perfect :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/1974/1600/two.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/1974/320/two.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;The team: Seated (L-R) Mythili R, Priti Mulchandani. Standing (L-R) Rahul Tongia, Prashanth Prabhu, Parag Baldha, and yours truly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So, all in all, our team was complete to take part in the most famous event in SLI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of the Code Olympics (09/12/05) we started with the problem that was most suiting to our skills and that was Agenda Builder for tech-ed. There was very big condition that we have to do as much as possible as the problem given was very big to be completed in 24 hours including couple of hours of sleep. The night was comfortable for ABAPers as we got our systems in place and I can't forget that I also took the sleep below the table of meeting room A1R09. On the other side, bypassing all the difficulties, JAVA guys somehow managed to work on their part and by evening we were almost ready to show our solution with proper integration.&lt;br /&gt;The time came when I had to work on putting one of the most important part, at the last minute, (very boring though) in our solution and that was attractive output/result data which would be the best possible agenda for a delegate of Tech-ed in front of judges. Our presentation went well. However I was little disappointed with my very less contribution this time, but finally when the results of finals were announced I was not able to stand on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we made it successful application on the day of finals with excellent presentation and answers capability of our captain; this became the key to present it as best among the rest of 6 finalists. When the results were announced for 1st and 2nd runner-ups, my heart beat was twice as fast than the normal and couldn’t stop my prayers to the GOD too and to my surprise, first time ever Miss. Kavita Chawla petted on my back and told me "Don't worry girl , just Relax". And just after her words Martin announced our team name as winner of Code Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how it became most exciting part of my life which I can never ever take out from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The readers are most welcome for any comments or any questions for this subject.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You all for reading and spending time for my "the first" blog.&lt;br /&gt;And last but not the least I Thanks Neha for nagging me all day so she could publish my experience in her blog site.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Thanx Priti... Gud Luck with all that you get involved in and hope that you rise high in your personal and professional lives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Enjoy Maadi... !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;P.S. - Thats not all, not only is she one of the Code Olympics Champs..She is also the winner of the 'Recognised CD Team Member' who is known for excelling in Projects she gets involved with....Hats Off to her :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-113471843443847492?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113471843443847492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=113471843443847492' title='59 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/113471843443847492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/113471843443847492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-be-code-olympics-champ.html' title='To be a CODE OLYMPICS Champ..'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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>59</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-113456797474677426</id><published>2005-12-14T13:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-14T13:46:14.753Z</updated><title type='text'>Calvin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/1974/1600/calvin.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6622/1974/320/calvin.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a big decision a little while ago.&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember what it was, which prob'ly goes to show&lt;br /&gt;That many times a simple choice can prove to be essential&lt;br /&gt;Even though it often might appear inconsequential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have been distracted when I left my home because&lt;br /&gt;Left or right I'm sure I went. (I wonder which it was!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I never veered: I walked in that direction&lt;br /&gt;Utterly absorbed, it seems, in quiet introspection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For no reason I can think of, I've wandered far astray.&lt;br /&gt;And that is how I got to where I find myself today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explorers are we, intrepid and bold,&lt;br /&gt;Out in the wild, amongst wonders untold.&lt;br /&gt;Equipped wit our wits, a map, and a snack,&lt;br /&gt;We're searching for fun and we're on the right track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother has eyes on the back of her head!&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite believe it, but that's what she said.&lt;br /&gt;She explained that she'd been so uniquely endowed&lt;br /&gt;To catch me when I did Things Not Allowed.&lt;br /&gt;I think she must also have eyes on her rear.&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed her hindsight is usually clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night my mind does not much care&lt;br /&gt;If what it thinks is here or there.&lt;br /&gt;It tells me stories it invents&lt;br /&gt;And makes up things that don't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it does this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;The real world seems quite weird enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if my bones were in a museum,&lt;br /&gt;Where aliens paid good money to see 'em?&lt;br /&gt;And suppose that they'd put me together all wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Sticking bones on to bones where they didn't belong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine phalanges, pelvis, and spine&lt;br /&gt;Welded to mandibles that once had been mine!&lt;br /&gt;With each misassemblage, the error compounded,&lt;br /&gt;The aliens would draw back in terror, astounded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their textbooks would show me in grim illustration,&lt;br /&gt;The most hideous thing ever seen in creation!&lt;br /&gt;The museum would commission a model in plaster&lt;br /&gt;Of ME, to be called, "Evolution's Disaster"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And paleontologists there would debate&lt;br /&gt;Dozens of theories to help postulate&lt;br /&gt;How man survived for those thousands of years&lt;br /&gt;With teeth-covered arms growing out of his ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I hope that I'm never in such manner displayed,&lt;br /&gt;No matter HOW much to see me the aliens paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not want to go with them.&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I had no choice.&lt;br /&gt;This was made quite clear to me&lt;br /&gt;In threat'ning tones of voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I protested mightily&lt;br /&gt;And scrambled 'cross the floor.&lt;br /&gt;But though I grabbed the furniture,&lt;br /&gt;they dragged me out of the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car, I screamed and moaned.&lt;br /&gt;I cried my red eyes dry.&lt;br /&gt;The window down, I yelled for help&lt;br /&gt;To people we passed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad can make the rules&lt;br /&gt;And certain things forbid,&lt;br /&gt;But I can make them wish that they&lt;br /&gt;Had never had a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in bed,&lt;br /&gt;The sheets pulled to my head.&lt;br /&gt;My tiger is here making Zs.&lt;br /&gt;He's furry and hot.&lt;br /&gt;He takes up a lot&lt;br /&gt;Of the bed and he's hogging the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: The Indispensable Calvin and Hobbes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-113456797474677426?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113456797474677426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=113456797474677426' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/113456797474677426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/113456797474677426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2005/12/calvin.html' title='Calvin...'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862589.post-113456637916920114</id><published>2005-12-14T13:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-15T16:25:27.306Z</updated><title type='text'>Rocking Chicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;LET’S ROCK IT: o) - The Motto of the legendary ROCKING CHICKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it started - Six girls who became the best of friends during a Team Outbound decided to still keep in touch even after the team outbound was over. Also added another of their kind from another team in their office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their mundane daily life (before they formed the GANG) – Morning alarm wakes them up…half awake they complete the morning chores and they take the morning shuttle to office…work all day…tired by the evening…take the evening shuttle home…almost doze off during the traffic jam breaks…. reach home and have dinner …sleep…and follow the same routine the very next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still their mundane daily life (after they formed the GANG) - Morning alarm wakes them up…half awake they complete the morning chores and they take the morning shuttle to office…work 3/4th of the day….mail a million mails/forwards to the GANG….plan for a get together ( for lunch or evening)….share &amp;*^%!#@~ jokes and info…read each other’s blog, put in their comments….tired by the evening…take the evening shuttle home…almost doze off during the traffic jam breaks…. reach home and tell their roomies/ family/other friends about the interesting topics discussed over the mails….have dinner …sleep…and follow the same routine the very next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree their lives are mundane…but they have something interesting to do in the office apart from their project work which makes their lives worth living ;o). hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;All credit of getting these girls to getup and moving their lazy bums to enjoy life , even during office hours, goes to ME :o)&lt;br /&gt;Collar Up for Meeee….Three Cheer for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We share everything that a bunch of girls can talk about and often get a lot of GYAN from the experienced and elderly members of the gang. We are as comfortable discussing our project issue, as we are discussing guys. There is no topic we have left untouched. Yet after all this we have never dared to invade each other’s privacy. It’s something thats best left untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are awesome chicks and any guy would kill to have our company. Often other gals/guys have tried to get into our gang but we have been very choosy about who to include and who not to. We are not strong headed about it…just particular about our requirement set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspite of the distance ( Bangalore – Germany – Gurgaon ) we maintain our communication/mail cycle to go on. We still stand strong and shout out our motto when we get together. We are at our best when we are together and life seems like a paradise….bed of roses…angels which have the magic stick in their hands who are there to make all ur wishes come true…witches who ride on broomsticks to reach heights ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK…there’s only so much I can think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;You can read the rest about us…from all the comments added by the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry guys….cant reveal the names of the gang members…We don’t want to be flooded by emails and calls from all over the globe. But you can always catch us right here..in this BLOG :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAO….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862589-113456637916920114?l=bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113456637916920114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862589&amp;postID=113456637916920114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/113456637916920114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862589/posts/default/113456637916920114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerofalltimes.blogspot.com/2005/12/rocking-chicks.html' title='Rocking Chicks'/><author><name>EnEmm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07776836201113541127</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></entry></feed>
