<?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-2022884106353783560</id><updated>2012-01-18T23:31:09.405+05:30</updated><category term='WIKI'/><category term='Break fast'/><category term='mns'/><category term='SECTORAMA'/><category term='earth'/><category term='TRS'/><category term='naxalism'/><category term='maoism'/><category term='pune'/><category term='bachpan'/><category term='placments'/><category term='Vinod'/><category term='raj thakrey'/><category term='cartoons'/><category term='Loneliness'/><category term='blood'/><category term='art'/><category term='maratha'/><category term='genocide'/><category term='busy life'/><category term='MBA'/><category term='familiy'/><category term='internship'/><category term='deepawali'/><category term='corporate'/><category term='USA'/><category term='west bengal'/><category term='Mumbai blast'/><category term='world cup hockey'/><category term='KISAN'/><category term='travel'/><category term='bengal'/><category term='ignisense'/><category term='IHf'/><category term='cpi-m'/><category term='TELANGANA'/><category term='SIIB'/><category term='mother'/><category term='review'/><category term='Hotel Rawanda'/><category term='IED'/><category term='kashmir'/><category term='veer-zara'/><category term='global warming'/><category term='peace'/><category term='silence of the lambs'/><category term='students'/><category term='BIRD'/><category term='politics'/><category term='rape'/><category term='osama'/><category term='mumbai'/><category term='Arunachal Pradesh'/><category term='ivory coast'/><category term='sketch'/><category term='Miss you'/><category term='harmony'/><category term='india'/><category term='terrorism'/><category term='railways'/><category term='AGRICULTURE'/><category term='rbi'/><category term='time'/><category term='IOFC'/><category term='parents'/><category term='movie'/><category term='maoist'/><category term='africa'/><category term='green hunt'/><category term='people'/><category term='bal thakrey'/><category term='cpi'/><category term='terrorism.'/><category term='hockey'/><category term='EXAMS'/><category term='humanity'/><category term='LIFE'/><category term='clash of the titans'/><category term='corruption'/><category term='pakistan'/><category term='thakrey'/><category term='communism'/><category term='love'/><category term='IIM-AHD'/><category term='UNITY'/><category term='SOPA'/><category term='poverty'/><category term='hospital'/><title type='text'>POINT BLANK</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-158524871788292387</id><published>2012-01-18T23:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:31:09.439+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOPA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WIKI'/><title type='text'>Still m waiting for you.......i know you will, but i want you now!!!!</title><content type='html'>Still m waiting for you.......i know you will, but i want you now!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“It’s a tendency of human brain to expect more n more from somebody&lt;br /&gt;whom he loves, knows, understand and in due course of time “takes for granted”.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I did with you in recent past, I took you for granted, as if you are my own wi**.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember when this relationship started, I came in touch with you through&lt;br /&gt;A common friend and then our bond grew stronger n stronger. I remember the first&lt;br /&gt;Interaction with you, I was mesmerized with your simplicity, your understanding and&lt;br /&gt;The prowess with which u sorted out my problems with your Einsteino’ brain with zillion strands of knowledge.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I must confess here, I fell in love with you and you became mine, I don’ even know&lt;br /&gt;When I became addict to you. Spent sleepless nights looking at you and admiring&lt;br /&gt;Almighty who made such creation possible on this earth. In other words, you became&lt;br /&gt;Everything for me and this was the time when I finished my engineering (of course with your help)!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then time passed on, days, months, years…………….and with the new objectivity of life,&lt;br /&gt;I lost you in mid-way, I lost the enthusiasm, passion and above all the ‘charm’ which&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed because of  your presence around in the past. You became an automatic system which&lt;br /&gt;I needed only when there was nobody else to help me or support me!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Today, I don know, why, a news about you made me to look at you, enquire about you.&lt;br /&gt;It brought back all those fond memories which were buried in busy past. I brought them out&lt;br /&gt;N dusted and realized “where things went wrong”……..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I feel like sitting in a confession box n today I want to acknowledge the fact that I forgot you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I confess, dear, I used you….&lt;br /&gt;I used your intelligence, your sincerity and used your simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;I bullied you when u din gave me positive replies, results.&lt;br /&gt;I hated you whenever you got stuck in serving my desires…&lt;br /&gt;I bragged you in front of my friends whenever things went wrong…&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;…..&lt;br /&gt;……but I must tell you one thing, I missed you……missed you too much!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I must tell you, I got another one in my life, who was apparently more capable, beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Less demanding and had more to offer……………to quench my thirst…..!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;She came in my life and became a part of mine &amp; believe me, she din gave me a chance&lt;br /&gt;To remember you, look at you coz she had everything in her…….she was perfect..!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She is very important to me, even more than you, but she cant take place of my wi**, which&lt;br /&gt;I had given you………………………………………………………………………………!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But irrespective of all the things I said above, I should tell you, I care about you, n when&lt;br /&gt;The news struck me yesterday, I planned to see you there n then but busy life kept me away&lt;br /&gt;From you………………….in the night I planned to see you but you know (she) is there in&lt;br /&gt;My life and efficiently she kept me at bay with her own tactics n class!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But just now, in office, I managed to have a look at you………..n believe me…………..&lt;br /&gt;You are still beautiful, you are still charming, you are still mine……………..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I know you will come back tomorrow, I know you wont pardon me for what I have done&lt;br /&gt;To you in past but one thing I know, you will be there with me whenever I need you….&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And, I promise you one thing today, whatever happens, I will be yours only, coz u r my&lt;br /&gt;First love……………you are my wi** !!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;….. Still m waiting for you………….&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;……&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;……..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;…….. …….i know you will come back tomorrow………………………&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;……….&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;……………..&lt;br /&gt;but i want you now!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;………………..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;………………….&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;………………………’Coz you are my wi**……………………&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OeQfZoDyDXQ/TxcIbhCtm3I/AAAAAAAAAmk/rPzexxxl9Ms/s1600/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OeQfZoDyDXQ/TxcIbhCtm3I/AAAAAAAAAmk/rPzexxxl9Ms/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699033122279889778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish SOPA gives us air to breathe and WIKI to READ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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now!!!!'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OeQfZoDyDXQ/TxcIbhCtm3I/AAAAAAAAAmk/rPzexxxl9Ms/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-2409996878730811136</id><published>2011-12-09T18:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-09T18:23:00.784+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!!!</title><content type='html'>sorry friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have joined a new job therefore undergoing training where i am isolated from my laptop :(&lt;br /&gt;therefore won't be able to post new stories but rest assured when i will get out of this van-waas, i will put up breathtaking stories, sketches and my feelings in my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till that time, keep ur wishes with me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rgds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-2409996878730811136?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/2409996878730811136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/12/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/2409996878730811136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/2409996878730811136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/12/sorry.html' title='Sorry!!!'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-8924236871695101904</id><published>2011-11-03T15:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-04T17:31:34.729+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Having a Break.....</title><content type='html'>Some day you have to make a decision about your life, its upto you to &lt;br /&gt;what you choose.....the right or the left.......eventually whatever &lt;br /&gt;the direction you choose, one thing is certain, YOU HAVE TO WALK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believe life is all about choices, you make your own and &lt;br /&gt;you get the results in your way.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motive gives you a chance to not to become a headless chicken..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i3---L0ZZe8/TrPQUHdum3I/AAAAAAAAAmA/wmxxyQYMKXs/s1600/hard-work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i3---L0ZZe8/TrPQUHdum3I/AAAAAAAAAmA/wmxxyQYMKXs/s320/hard-work.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671105399809284978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lacking a motive, i always lacked..........but you came in my life&lt;br /&gt;and gave a reason to do something.......something which was worth doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you became my inspiration, guide, teacher and my motive..........and &lt;br /&gt;as a disciplined pupil i did whatever came in mind which made me to &lt;br /&gt;walk on a strait which was directed towards you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being with me.......thanks for being my motive.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-8924236871695101904?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/8924236871695101904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/11/having-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/8924236871695101904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/8924236871695101904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/11/having-break.html' title='Having a Break.....'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i3---L0ZZe8/TrPQUHdum3I/AAAAAAAAAmA/wmxxyQYMKXs/s72-c/hard-work.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-4318085942833559906</id><published>2011-10-11T23:29:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-12T01:01:14.542+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIIB'/><title type='text'>Part-II :This is not what i wanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“No,no don’t do this!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was a full throttle scream which came from behind, I turned back, it was my boss there. No this is not your destiny,you cant leave the battleground without fighting, atleast not like this.Mark my words "&lt;br /&gt;Life is bowl of colours, its upto you to choose your colour...........CHOOSE IT"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8POd1bwkAJI/TpSUngFB7OI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/r0yVUg_Zudo/s1600/log_bowls.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:centre; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8POd1bwkAJI/TpSUngFB7OI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/r0yVUg_Zudo/s320/log_bowls.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662314037858397410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But I am fed up of all this, its been 3 months since  am suffering each day, there hasn’t been a single mint when I have felt good, felt as if my life is worth living. I am dying everyday, every moment from inside,  now I feel it’s the time! “ I told him with tears in my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Boss came closer, put his hand over my shoulder said me to come to his cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time 6:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Place: South corner, Floor 1, Videocon Tower, Jhandewalan Extension, New Delhi&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to see a pizza box with my favourte drink on the table. Unbelievable, this cant be him. He offered me the stuffs and asked,”were you serious? Or just oozing out your frustration?” certainly it was a thoughtful decision but came out of my anger, frustration.&lt;br /&gt;First time I saw a different person across the table, a different face expression peculiarly different than the earlier ones. “ you know dear, life tests you, it gives you impossible circumstances, tough patches to cross and its upto you how you face it, how you make your way, how you win at the end. &lt;br /&gt;I bursted,”its easy to speak, always easier to preach than practice, wish you had faced the problems what I suffered, the frustration, pain I went through……….you cant even think of it, but now thts it, I will quit whatever happens……m no more working for you, your organisation!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok! If its your final decidion then be it, I wont say you to change your decision but before going I want you to listen to a story. Then you can go your way wherever you wish to go.&lt;br /&gt;“10 years back,in 2001 there was a young man, buoyant and energetic with spark to perform just like you. He joined his dream organisation after passing out from a premier B-school. With dreams in eyes, passion in heart, he started his career….a career which was the only support system for his family consisting a young sister, ailing mother just like it happens in the typical movies of 1980’s. Soon his all dreams shattered when he found himself in a jungle of corporates, where there is no place for humanly expressions. The dictionary of that world was not what we have used so far, love was replaced by opportunity, compassion was replaced by barter trade, profit-loss, market share, bottom line target were the most used words from the dictionary of that world.&lt;br /&gt;Now his life was changed, he was a machine, who worked from 10 am to 7,8….10,11 pm in night, there was only certainty about the time of entering into the office but when will he will go back was always unknown. Slowly slowly he found that he don’t have time to take care of the parents, sister even. He was only a machine who is working and sending money to the family. he was so occupied that he stopped calling back home and only weekends gave me a window to come back to what we call Social world.&lt;br /&gt; Time passed bye and he got married with love of his life, his school friend. It was 2004 when both were blessed with a lovely kid when he was abroad. This cant be more painfull for a father when he cant see his new born baby but boundations of job makes you to do all things that you never want to do. Life was going right for him, till he got promoted to managerial position with an additional charge to take care of APAC (Asia Pacific region). And this changed his life completely, he was so occupied with his work that he seldomly got time to be with his family.&lt;br /&gt;In March 2005, he went for a employee exchange program to china. While all access to electronic means were restricted in china, he barely had any touch with the family for almost 15 days. The moment he landed in New Delhi airport, he made phone calls to home but nobody picked. He then tried to call his wife on her cell, but it was out of reach. Surprised, tensed he called at his office, operator informed that there were many messages left for him in last fortnight by his wife. He rushed to his office, got the message that his mother is terminally ill and she is taking her to their ancestral home near allahabad. &lt;br /&gt;He ran out of his office and boarded a train from Sarai rohilla station for allahabad.Reached in almost 11 hours and boarded a local bus to catch his family in Sarai Aaquil, his native place. When he reached his home, he found his son playing outside the courtyard, he ran in and madly started looking for his mother. She wasn’t there.  She had died 3days back and her only son wasn’t even there at her last moment.&lt;br /&gt;He broke into tears, where is she resting, which kabragaah? My son came, held my hand and took me to the small room  near the staircase. This room belonged to me when I was kid, there I studied, played, slept. Entering into the room, I found a grave in the middle of room with my photos, toys, book surrounding it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yHcmqGb10H4/TpSVSVxCDqI/AAAAAAAAAlc/1KaDQXeJYH0/s1600/12539165201d1Og8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yHcmqGb10H4/TpSVSVxCDqI/AAAAAAAAAlc/1KaDQXeJYH0/s320/12539165201d1Og8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662314773824540322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“she wanted to stay close to her son, her only son who is lost in the crap world of corporates” a stern dialogue came from my wife. She wanted to die in your lap, therefore she wished to come back home so that she can die in peace, if not with you then atleast with your memories.&lt;br /&gt;She handed over a letter to him, which was the last word of his mother…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Beta Ahmed,&lt;br /&gt;Tumhara bahut intezaar kiya par ab aur nahi kar sakti kyunki khuda ke ghar jane ka waqt aaa gaya hai. Jaante ho, har maa ki khwaaissh yahi hoti hai ki apne bache ko khush dekhe, Tumhare walid sahab ke intquaal ke baad maine tumhari har khushi ko hi apna maan liya tha, aur tumne bhi ek nek aur tamirdar bete ki terah meri har khushi ka khayal rakha. &lt;br /&gt;Tumne har zimmedari ko nibhaya, tum ek ache bete, bhai aur shauhar bane lekin tumne apni zimmedari ko bus paise tak hi samjha. Tum har mahine ghar par paise bhejte rahe,magar paisa hi sab kuch nahi hota. Shuru me paiso ke sath bete ka pyaar bhi aata tha, jo dheere dheere khatam ho gya. Beta dheere dheere ek bank me tabdeel ho gaya jo har mahine tankhwaah de diya karta tha. Is boodhi maa ko paise nahi apna baccha chaie tha lekin tum yeh kabhi samajh hi nahi paye.&lt;br /&gt;Tum hamesha ek machine ki terah kaam karte reh gaye, peeche mud kar bhi nahi dekha ki kaun raah me chooot gaya. Meri duwaye tumare sath rahengi lekin acha hota ki tum mere aakhri waqt me sath rehte. &lt;br /&gt;Is waqt mere aankh me aansoo hai, isliye nahi ki, mera aakhri waqt hai, dar-asal ye budhi kamzor aankhe tume dekhne ko taras gayi aur is waqt mujhe agar parvardigar ek khwaish poori karne ka maukade to tume apne aankho ke samne bula leti. &lt;br /&gt;Yahi duniya hai, kisi ko mukammal jahan nahi milta……..kabhi zameen to kabhi aasmaa nahi milta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mpiao0EHlyU/TpSV--xhrcI/AAAAAAAAAlo/YGZ82DQatvY/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mpiao0EHlyU/TpSV--xhrcI/AAAAAAAAAlo/YGZ82DQatvY/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662315540746710466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai is poorane ghar me sirf tumari wajah se aai, tum saamne na sahi, is ghar k har darakht-o-deewar me tum ho. Tumara bachpan hai yahan. Aise din jab tum bank nahi bete hua karte the aur mujhe pension nahi pyaar milta tha.&lt;br /&gt;Khair chodo, kal tak tumare paas waqt ki kami thi aur aaj mere paas waqt nahi hai. Allah ne ye zindagi ek maqsad ke liye di hai aur paisa kamana maqsad nahi ho sakta, isliye apni zindagi zayaa na karo aur peeche mud kar zaroor dekhna ki tumne kya paya aur kya khoya hai….&lt;br /&gt;Tumari Ammi&lt;br /&gt;April 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes were filled with tears, probably he was ashamed of himself. He never had time to take care of his mother even when he knew that she wont be there for ever . That incident broke him completely. It changed his life, changed the way he was handling life. &lt;br /&gt;And now this is October 2011, after 6 years I found the same Ahmed in you. I don’t want you to suffer the same pain which I suffered in my life. I knew that you would stretch your limits to perform but this is not the end of life. Your job is part of life, let it be part of your life only, don’t try to make it your life at all.&lt;br /&gt;Go and live your life, talk to your friends, your family members then you will see that working is fun as you will have motive to work. You will have people around you who will take care of you when you need them. Remember one thing “Boss is always right but if he is wrong you shud have the guts to say, Boss you are wrong here. Learn to say no, and remember “Never say Yes when you want to say No”.&lt;br /&gt;Always remember, you will have people who will create problems for you in your life. Forgive them but don’t forget them. Never forget because each problem teaches you some lesson, learn it so that nobody can creat problem for you again. So learn to use the F-word properly, forgive them but never forget them*. (*Thanks to Adya Ma’am)&lt;br /&gt;Resignation is always the easiest way to escape from problems in corporate life but if you do it once, you will do it again because you wont have the guts to fight, face the problems. It shows you are coward, but this world is for brave…………..its better to die head high than falling on your knee!!!&lt;br /&gt;Life is bowl of colours, its upto you to choose your colour...........CHOOSE IT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-4318085942833559906?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/4318085942833559906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/10/part-ii-this-is-not-what-i-wanted.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/4318085942833559906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/4318085942833559906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/10/part-ii-this-is-not-what-i-wanted.html' title='Part-II :This is not what i wanted'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8POd1bwkAJI/TpSUngFB7OI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/r0yVUg_Zudo/s72-c/log_bowls.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-7910222585114921525</id><published>2011-10-09T02:01:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-09T02:44:50.953+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>This is not what i wanted....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JgDD9tlo59o/TpC8ZaK0ZMI/AAAAAAAAAlI/v4q-cpezO0M/s1600/dep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JgDD9tlo59o/TpC8ZaK0ZMI/AAAAAAAAAlI/v4q-cpezO0M/s320/dep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661231876312163522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time 9:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Place : Videocon Tower, Jhandewalan Extension, New Delhi&lt;br /&gt;“No,no don’t do this!!!” Screamed my boss when he saw me drafting my resignation letter 3 hours back. And the past 3 hours have been the most effective &amp; stirring time of my life, I got to know a poles apart face which was concealed, unknown to me even after sharing the same corner of my office with him. I am talking to one of the most despised person in my office who apparently happens to my boss Mr. Furkan Ahmed. &lt;br /&gt;Time 9:30 am&lt;br /&gt;Place : Videocon Tower, Jhandewalan Extension, New Delhi&lt;br /&gt;As the gate of lift number 1 opened on the first floor, I found one of the most familiar face from my life with whom I share almost 12 hours everyday. Mr.Furkaan Ali, DGM-Operations was waiting for me with a typical killer smile, his broad hands came around me &amp; surprisingly he tapped my shoulders with ease &amp; sheltered my shoulders with his hand and we directed towards our corner on the southern part of office.&lt;br /&gt;I was assisted in a great manner to sit on the chair &amp; then it was devils turn. Mr.Ahmed offered me tea and that moment I knew, m gonna have rocking time in the devils cave. &lt;br /&gt;“So, Vinod how was dussehra? Enjoyed? Roamed around in CP, Karol Baug? Or just rested back at your flat?, I wanted to answer all but he broke into my words and asked,”what about the file I gave you to finish, I hope u dint offered to Ra-one last eve, ha ha ha!!! I smiled and waited for my turn. Finally he allowed me to express, Sir, I was going to finish that but I…….” and with this but he was literraly on my butts. You bloody @#$%^&gt;&gt;&gt;*&amp;^%$@#@@######!!!!!!! Cant you do anything right in this world, what the heck talent you have got when you cant give results. Don’t know what HR saw in you and picked you..followed by @#$$####!!!#$$%!!! &lt;br /&gt;And this was yet another great start of the day which has been a part of my life since last 3 months when I joined this organisation. But, today, don’t know why I felt like crying, felt as if his words pierced my heart, me leaning on the floor and as if world has come to stand still.&lt;br /&gt;As it is said, washroom is the best place to cry, I went in, poured water on face but the warmth of tears make you feel their presence(I realised this today). With red eyes I went to my seat, opened my system and started my day officiallywith eyes deep red( but can any tell me how to remove the redness of the eye? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nl6V1DMzNSA/TpC6AYaiDCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/R4oehDRRekY/s1600/behind_folders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nl6V1DMzNSA/TpC6AYaiDCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/R4oehDRRekY/s320/behind_folders.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661229247321213986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time 11:45 am&lt;br /&gt;Place : South corner, Floor 1, Videocon Tower, Jhandewalan Extension, New Delhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy in making reports and analysing the balance sheet of my client,this is what I do everything and save my organisation from entertaining frauds in due course of action. I love this job but there is something which I want, little love, little affection, little appreciation from somebody in the office. I am still not prepared for the robotic world of corporates, I am a human  and expect people to be human. M not used to of living the life of a pressure cooker coz I don have the nozzle to ooze out.&lt;br /&gt;Time 3:15 pm&lt;br /&gt;Place : South corner, Floor 1, Videocon Tower, Jhandewalan Extension, New Delhi&lt;br /&gt;Preparing report and hopefully I will finish it in another 20 mints. Skipped my lunch for a food company’s report, ironical isnt it?, nevertheless it is always rewarding feel when you finish your work before 5 pm deadline which cant be compensated by lunch. &lt;br /&gt;Knocked his glass door, May I come in,Sir? “Yes, come my boy, what can I do for you? You showed your face after almost 6 hours, is there any good news ?&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t know, whats his problem, is he a living devil or a devil living in him. Does he have a human identity or lost it…….i should give him a t-shirt “BEING HUMAN”,may be this will change him……probably but almost not certainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2NP7ReAtAu4/TpC602Xr73I/AAAAAAAAAk4/BVaKaF-8K2c/s1600/Being_Human_2011_Intertitle1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2NP7ReAtAu4/TpC602Xr73I/AAAAAAAAAk4/BVaKaF-8K2c/s320/Being_Human_2011_Intertitle1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661230148715540338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Ahmed is now checking the report &amp; me grazing his face for a favourable expression. With some twists in stomach, I am getting signal of large intestine catching up with small one inorder to tell me, hey you bugger, we need some work to do…..we need raw material now!! I picked up the glass of  water and gulped so as to assuage my churning intestines  for some time.&lt;br /&gt;Time 5:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Place: South corner, Floor 1, Videocon Tower, Jhandewalan Extension, New Delhi&lt;br /&gt;Now I could see, ladies packing their bags, faces in relief as they can go home now but what about me? &lt;br /&gt;Ahh, now I can see some spark in Mr.Ahmeds’ eyes, he looks satisfied with the report now. “Good job Vinod, I am impressed with you (wow what a great relief*) but cant you do this without getting kicked  your  ass every morning, cant you do this thing everyday so that I can save my energy which I waste in  teaching you the lessions? ( seriously want to say, I can do even if you are on leave, you @#!$@ moroan*)!!&lt;br /&gt;Did you had your lunch or skipped it again? “Sir, I had to skip but nevermind I will go and have some snacks in the canteen”I replied. “wow, it means you are going to waste next one hour in the canteen in the name of snacks, you @#$$@##@!!!!, do you think I am fool?  take this file and finish it before EOD…you wont die if you don eat one day.&lt;br /&gt;Time : 5:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Place: South corner, Floor 1, Videocon Tower, Jhandewalan Extension, New Delhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……………………….speechless, tired, down ‘n’ out, now even intestines don have energy left to remind me of their demands now………with debilitating eyes, opened file and started again with a thought in mind “is this all for what I wasted all my academic years, studied to get degree in engineering and earned an mba degree? Is this all for what I have left my mother who is in her early sixties  alone at home so that I can earn and be the support for her,is this all for what I lost my love who went away …………………………… Is this all for what I left all friends whom I never contact just coz of paucity of time…………………………….…. Is this all I want???&lt;br /&gt;NOOOoooooo, this is not it……….this is not done……..this is not I wanted to be, ……not wanted to do. &lt;br /&gt;I want to live my life, I want some air to breath, I need some space to stretch my limbs, I want to go to my mother and take a long sleep in her lap……………………………I want to live……..this is all I want!!!&lt;br /&gt;Time : 6:15 pm&lt;br /&gt;Place: South corner, Floor 1, Videocon Tower, Jhandewalan Extension, New Delhi&lt;br /&gt;I put my head down on my desk……….and felt like maa is calling me, idhar aaao, chup chap let jao,tumara sir daba doon……aaj baut kaam kiya hai na, thak gaye hoge^!!!&lt;br /&gt;(translation of Hindi sentence into english ^come here my child, lie down so that I can massage your head as you must be tired after all the hard work in the office)&lt;br /&gt;Tears rolled down my eyes, felt her hand on my forehead and she wiped all my tears with her hands and heard her saying, if you don want this then you have always an option to come back but I would never expect my son to run away from the battlefield without giving a tough time to his enemy….…..&lt;br /&gt;But my heart and brain both aligned to give a befitting reply to my enemy.  My fingers automatically rolled on the keyboard immediately and started composing a mail, my resignation letter….&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fV2bxMCzsHE/TpC8FTD8_kI/AAAAAAAAAlA/PGlMBv7xKSs/s1600/resignation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fV2bxMCzsHE/TpC8FTD8_kI/AAAAAAAAAlA/PGlMBv7xKSs/s320/resignation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661231530806935106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr.Ahmed,&lt;br /&gt;I wish to inform you that I am resigning with immediate effect……………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“No,no don’t do this!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a full throttle scream which came from behind, I turned back, it was my boss there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the Part-1 of the series and the Part-2 will shortly follow this post but before that I want your comments....just guess what will happen next &amp; let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rgds,&lt;br /&gt;Vinod T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-7910222585114921525?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/7910222585114921525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-not-what-i-wanted.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/7910222585114921525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/7910222585114921525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-not-what-i-wanted.html' title='This is not what i wanted....'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JgDD9tlo59o/TpC8ZaK0ZMI/AAAAAAAAAlI/v4q-cpezO0M/s72-c/dep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-4876623343215741490</id><published>2011-09-16T10:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-16T10:16:00.670+05:30</updated><title type='text'>wana right.......</title><content type='html'>i wana right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody says this line, coz everybody is busy in asking for rights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but look at me, i wana write, coz i wana write and i am not getting time&lt;br /&gt;to express myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhara pada hai paap ka ghada, ab to kuch likhna padega....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-4876623343215741490?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/4876623343215741490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/09/wana-right.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/4876623343215741490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/4876623343215741490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/09/wana-right.html' title='wana right.......'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-1289054328147089551</id><published>2011-07-17T02:24:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-17T02:39:29.719+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbai blast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrorism.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mumbai'/><title type='text'>‘Rainbow"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://socialmediaseo.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/fathers-day-poem-daughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 321px;" src="http://socialmediaseo.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/fathers-day-poem-daughter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a story in the backdrop of recent Mumbai blast at 6:53 pm in dadar, where a person dies.this is the last page of his life.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30 am&lt;br /&gt;A lazy morning in Mumbai, sunlight is filtering through the curtains and on the bed, I am lazily thinking about priorities of my day. I have office at 9, meet with international clients at 11, prepare for tomorrows presentation till 4, then have meeting with boss at 6, hummff that’s it for the day!!! No, no I forgot one thing I have to go to car machanic for wheel alignment as well but before 7 pm at any cost.&lt;br /&gt;Well, after getting all the days business set in my mind, I dug my face again in the pillow and fell asleep only when a screaming sound made entry over my ear drums “aaj to Bandar-Bandariya ki shaadi ho rahi hai”(today monkey couple are marrying eachother)…..it was my little kido “Saniya” whom we all call Sana.&lt;br /&gt;She jumped over my belly and said,”papa, dekho na bahar kitna acha lag raha hai, barish aur dhoop sath sath”. I grazed out of window and found a drizzle amidst bright sunshine, coincidence, but a lovely one. I took Sana in my lap and told her, keep looking outside, you may find Rainbow very soon on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vectorious.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/free-kid-with-rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.vectorious.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/free-kid-with-rainbow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I rushed to the bathroom for…do I need to tell you this? Anyways I am almost done with the pre-office preparation which includes my breakfast which is at the mercy of my wife, Shona as I call her.&lt;br /&gt; 8:45 am&lt;br /&gt;Finally I am ready for office, Shona gave me a mundane hug and as usual again remineded me to keep myself away from my assistant who is naturally more pretty, fresh and energetic than my wife. But something I missed, Sana didn’t come to give me a bye kiss, I called her twice but no response. Anyways, I came down stairs, it was raining outside, I threw my bag inside the car and when I was to enter the car, I heard a lovely voice,”Papa, rainbow will come na? I have been waiting for long but its not there”.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh pretty gal, she was still drolling on the window and as per my words, she was waiting for rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;I said,” it will come beta, very soon it will”. “Ok, then I will wait here only,”she replied.&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I saw her hands outside window trying to catch rain drops.&lt;br /&gt;12:45 pm&lt;br /&gt;I am done with client meeting, it all went well even boss looked happy today. I went to mess straight away to have lunch as I knew its gonna be a packed day after the lunch. I took cheese-Burger along with coke and covered a table. I don’t know why it happens with me all the time when I am about to eat my favourite cheese-burger my fone rings, so it is ringing, so be it. I kept ringing and finally I took the hard step of taking the call. Ohh, goodness, it was Shona on the other side,”where have you been Vinod? A sharp, hard voice zarred my ear drums. Look your daughter has created hell back home, talk to her. I said hello sana, how are you child? I was greeted with a weeping sound,”papa, you are a liar!! You said, rainbow will come, but it hasn’t yet. I am fed up looking at the sky. You are a liar!!&lt;br /&gt;It will come beta, believe me, today is a special day, whatever papa says, it’ll happen for sure, believe me. And if it doesnot, I will bring you a choco, ok? I tried to persuade her. My little girl was happy with my bait, she said fine if  Rainbow doesn’t appears then I need fruit ‘n’ nuts else bring milk cakes!!! Ok, papa now I am going again to the window, I don’t wana miss rainbow today.&lt;br /&gt;05:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;I am all set to present the report to the boss and went inside the cabin, the bald-head (boss) has immersed his head into the laptop screen, looked like sleeping but he was conscious I believe. Well, discussion started about the business and other future plans for expenses in the office. Suddenly he said, how is Sana? What about her quest with life. I was taken aback by sudden change in the topic, well she is fine, doing well but as far as quest is concerned, she is much more than her mom. I don’t know why am I telling boss all this but I wanted to tell about todays’ rainbow quest. I told him all about rainbow stuff happening since morning. He looked at my face and asked, do you believe rainbow will come?&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the sky, it was dark with clouds, well it’s difficult indeed but hopefully we will get to see one today.&lt;br /&gt;6:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;I went to my cabin and called the peon, Ram lal can, ek chai Lana! But Ram lal said pantry wale ghar chale gaye sir, aap kaho to neeche se le aaun. I said, ok le aao! Acha suno, rehne do, mai khud hi jaake pee leta hoon.&lt;br /&gt;I went to a tapri, as we call it in mumbai, and asked for a special cutting, Ismail a 7 year old kid handed over a glass, aur kuch laun kya sahab? I said, nahi. I looked at his face, he must be of the same age as Sana is. I was amazed, my daughter is busy in her quest with life and this little kid is busy with hardships of life. &lt;br /&gt;6:50 pm&lt;br /&gt;I am done with the tea, handed over money and turned back. Suddenly something came in my mind, Ismail tune kabi indradhanush dekha hai kya? Ha dekha na sahab, mast lagta hai. Acha batao kitne rang hote hai, I enquired. Ab kitna hoega sahab, char paanch to hoga hi but apan ko kya, apan to ek hi rang jaanta hai, golden brown, chai wala rang. And with this answer, he smiled innocently, and everybody there had a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the sky, it was a mixture of reddish tint of sunlight which was indication that sun is getting into the Arabian Sea now.&lt;br /&gt;The red colour was there, only red….but no rainbow in the sky!!!!&lt;br /&gt;06:53 pm  &lt;br /&gt;My ears went deaf, my eyes could hardly sea things, my body acted as if it was a log of wood……I felt the earth stopped rotating, world stood still….&lt;br /&gt;I tried to gather all my energy to open my eyes, so as to see what happened, I saw Ismail on ground, bleeding from his head, half of the skull looked torn apart. Still unconscious, I wanted to yell, cry for help but my system was put on mute mode. Everything, looked so chaotic, people running around, smoke coming out of fried bodies, blood spilling out of limbs as we find with BMC pipelines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fj8mjocNFvM/S3dm9WqJzeI/AAAAAAAAOuU/jFzi5MxU6YI/s400/bomb-blast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fj8mjocNFvM/S3dm9WqJzeI/AAAAAAAAOuU/jFzi5MxU6YI/s400/bomb-blast.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a huge cry came out of my mouth out of pain. My unconscious body came into wide awake. I could see a rod into my chest, blood spilling out of it. Another metal piece in my belly. What the heck is all this, I was there for tea only not for all this. Help, help, I am dying , plz help…………………&lt;br /&gt;But nobody was there, a shear chaos, a no mans land. I knew, this is it………&lt;br /&gt;07:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what is happening but I could see some faces, some lights on my head. May be I am in hospital. May be, these faces are doctors, may be lights belong to operation theatre. May be I will come alive.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are dying, I could barely see anything now…………..may be I am dying!!! After everything went calm around me, it felt like freezing cold in the room.&lt;br /&gt;“Papa, look, look at the horizon, it’s a rainbow there”, I tried my best to open my eyes, yes there was a rainbow, far on the horizon. “Papa you said na, it will come look it has, you are not liar, you are best papa in the world”.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell her,”I can see the rainbow, but its not 7 coloured but one” the RED……..&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, found a shacky activity over my chest, may be they are giving me electrical shocks to regain my breath. I could hear little murmer among the docs, many masked faces over my head. And when they left, it was a big Light above my head just like the one in operation theatre.&lt;br /&gt;08:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like when you close your eyes in sunlight and you find different unstructured images in the sky and it ends into bright light fading in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;Same way, it ended for me with only exception, I could see two little hands coming out window to catch rain drops…..and a voice………Rainbow will come na, Papa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.psychcentral.com/family/files/2009/06/child-hand-window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://blogs.psychcentral.com/family/files/2009/06/child-hand-window.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-1289054328147089551?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/1289054328147089551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/07/rainbow.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/1289054328147089551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/1289054328147089551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/07/rainbow.html' title='‘Rainbow&quot;'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fj8mjocNFvM/S3dm9WqJzeI/AAAAAAAAOuU/jFzi5MxU6YI/s72-c/bomb-blast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-8800170654637064854</id><published>2011-07-13T20:40:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-13T21:24:07.086+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbai blast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrorism.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IED'/><title type='text'>Again another blast........understand IED!!</title><content type='html'>Again A blast rocked Mumbai few hours back. Police says, its an IED blast by unknown terrorists. But i am puzzled with the fact that gradually Indian forces &amp; authorities have shifted from RDX to IED in last few years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, what IED is and is it is deadly enough to trigger mass destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7tvSCdT3eI/Th26IZuxZuI/AAAAAAAAAj4/dauziXnH97k/s1600/ied.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7tvSCdT3eI/Th26IZuxZuI/AAAAAAAAAj4/dauziXnH97k/s320/ied.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628859762791769826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Improvised Explosive Devices (IEDs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Overview&lt;br /&gt;An IED can be imagined with any type of material and initiator. It is a "homemade" device that is designed to cause death or injury by using explosives alone or in combination with toxic chemicals, biological toxins, or radiological material. IEDs can be produced in varying sizes, functioning methods, containers, and delivery methods. IEDs can utilize commercial or military explosives, homemade explosives, or military ordnance and ordnance components.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are unique in nature because the IED builder has had to improvise with the materials at hand. Designed to defeat a specific target or type of target, they generally become more difficult to detect and protect against as they become more sophisticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IEDs may be used in terrorist actions or in unconventional warfare by guerrillas or commando forces in a theater of operations. In the second Iraq War, IEDs were used extensively against coalition forces and by the end of 2007 they had become responsible for approximately 64% of coalition deaths in Iraq. They are also used in Afghanistan by insurgent groups, and have caused over 66% of the coalition casualties in the 2001–present Afghanistan War.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IEDs fall into three types of categories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Package Type IED&lt;br /&gt;Vehicle-Borne IEDs (VBIEDs)&lt;br /&gt;Suicide Bomb IED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though they can vary widely in shape and form, IEDs share a common set of components and consist of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A switch/trigger;&lt;br /&gt;An initiator (fuze);&lt;br /&gt;Main charge (explosive fill);&lt;br /&gt;A power source for the switch/trigger; and&lt;br /&gt;A container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Improvised devices are characterized by varying employment techniques. In most of the techniques shown below, an unexploded ordnance (UXO) can easily be engineered to replace a mine or explosive device using one of the several following techniques:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coupling. Coupling is a method of linking one mine or explosive device to another, usually with detonating cord. When the first device is detonated, it also detonates the linked explosive. This technique is often used to defeat countermine equipment, such as mine rollers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling. The roller will pass over the initial, unfuzed device and set off the second fuzed device. This in turn detonates the overpassed device underneath the clearing vehicle. When the linked devices are directional fragmentation mines, they can create a large, lethal engagement area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boosting. Buried mines, UXOs, or other explosive devices are stacked on top of one another. The device buried deepest from the surface is fuzed. Fuzing only the deepest ordnance helps mask no- and low-metal explosive hazards placed near the surface. This reduces the probability of detection by metal detectors, and it increases the force of the blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitizing antitank (AT) mines. On some nonmetallic AT mines, the pressure plate is cracked and the spring is removed to reduce the pressure required to initiate the mine. Similarly, the pressure plate can be removed from metallic AT mines to create the same effect. A pressurefuzed AP mine can be placed on the top of an AT mine, thus creating a very large AP mine as an alternative method.&lt;br /&gt;Daisy chaining. AP mines may be used in daisy chains linked with other explosive hazards. Enemy forces may link the mines together with trip wire or detonating cord. When the initial mine is detonated, the other mines may detonate. This may also create large, lethal engagement areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booby traps and IEDs are similar to mines in that they are designed to kill or incapacitate personnel. They are also emplaced to avoid detection and improve effectiveness. Most are victim-activated, but some may involve remote or command detonation architectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The use of booby traps is limited only by the imagination of the adversary. Booby traps are victim-activated devices intended to create casualties and terror and may or may not be found in areas of tactical significance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booby traps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are usually explosive in nature.&lt;br /&gt;Are usually activated when an unsuspecting person disturbs an apparently harmless object performs a presumably safe act; for example, souvenir hunting.&lt;br /&gt;Are designed to kill or incapacitate.&lt;br /&gt;Cause unexpected random casualties and damage.&lt;br /&gt;Create an attitude of uncertainty and suspicion, in effect lowering morale and inducing a degree of caution that restricts or slows movement.&lt;br /&gt;Threaten force protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it is imperative that IED can be prepared but a chief ingredient is explosive or chemical used. so an efficient check-point to stop the anti-social people is to stop easy &amp; illegal availability of explosive chemicals in market. But in a country of rampant corruption where simple rock-breaking is done through detonators, it is really difficult to check these incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lets be together in tough times because this is the only way, India can be saved &amp; we can be strong to weather all adverse conditions......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-8800170654637064854?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/8800170654637064854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/07/again-another-blastunderstand-ied.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/8800170654637064854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/8800170654637064854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/07/again-another-blastunderstand-ied.html' title='Again another blast........understand IED!!'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7tvSCdT3eI/Th26IZuxZuI/AAAAAAAAAj4/dauziXnH97k/s72-c/ied.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-8578342336077001154</id><published>2011-05-23T22:07:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-23T22:29:37.110+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pakistan'/><title type='text'>“Beyond Borders”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2008/10/21/us/21border-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 330px;" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2008/10/21/us/21border-600.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a book yesterday which talked about nationalism and its consequences. The 300 page book is well written and poses questions beyong imagination for a thinker. I am one of those thinkers who believe in rationalism. I wish to get into the groove of the matter which makes me to do some homework all the time. Tiring though &lt;br /&gt;When we talk of nationalism, then I must say it has powers beyond imagination. It can change a common man into Adolf Hitler, a thinker like Bhagat Singh into an armed activist, Mohan das Gandhi into Mahatma. There are hundreds of examples which has its positives and negatives but one thing is common in all of them, NATIONALISM..&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly denegraded, unnoticed power of all time, this has turned Germany into Phoenix, United States into the most powerful state of the world, Japan into fearsome fighter nation and India into one nation (after having history of a divided states, 100 of them fighting for pity awkward self esteem).&lt;br /&gt;When I talk about a nation, the most important thing that comes to my mind is the BORDER which defines a nation. For example, India a nation of huge border, comprising of land and sea border. Russian empire had the longest border in the world. Border is something which depicts the might of a nation, its strength, its vulnerability. For example, when we talk about United States, it has the strongest economy, army, and lavish lifestyle but when it comes to border, most notorios border is shared with Mexico, a porous border which is blessed with narcotics trade across the lines.&lt;br /&gt;Today Border is something which claims most attention in nation’s international, domestic policies. It carries the burden of entire defence allocation just to save the border. For example, Pakistan allocates 25% of its total budget to defence whereas India allocates somewhere near to 4%. Thus a border is always in lime light in a nation.&lt;br /&gt;But was the story same in old days?&lt;br /&gt;When a Chinese scholar came in India, he found no soldiers at the border in Shangri La pass in Tibet, he was surprised. He asked a noble man in the Indian subcontinent about the incident that he found no men at the border, at the pass and whomever he found, people just greeted and served food but dint enquired about him, his motives, his nationality.&lt;br /&gt;“Welcome to land of knowledge, please learn goodness of this land and spread it across the lines that you call border” was the answer from the noble man.&lt;br /&gt;This small incident depicts a great historical heritage of India which taught about borderless world. There is no doubt the fact that first University was started in India, it means that the concept of universal education, culture, life was well in place in the world of great gangatic plains. This land always believed in Vasudhaiv Kutumbakam !!&lt;br /&gt;But when the time travels thousand years &amp; reaches 2011 then the borderless world is criss crossed by imaginary lines beyond which armies are at place to kill at sight. This is the time when Border is a sensitive word. The moment I think of it, many things comes to mind like Indo-Pak border, Indo-China border.&lt;br /&gt;In the aftermath of Bin Laden’s killings, this is the time when Pakistan is pushing its troops at the borders with India and China pulling its belts tight to threaten indo-china border at arunachal pradesh. &lt;br /&gt;I was sipping my cup of tea and thinking “can the world, again be a borderless geography”?&lt;br /&gt;Its feels good, but only if you can push ur brains to imagine about borderless world !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-8578342336077001154?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/8578342336077001154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/05/beyond-borders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/8578342336077001154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/8578342336077001154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/05/beyond-borders.html' title='“Beyond Borders”'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-2430913420202799669</id><published>2011-05-12T10:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-14T02:09:06.184+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='west bengal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naxalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mamta bannerjee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Paint it Green, remove Red........</title><content type='html'>“Long ago, there was a king called Kamunist, he was a great ruler and had a great control over his state. He was very clever and had immense administrative acumen. With his wisdom and acute knowledge of people management the King became almost invincible and ruled his state for decades”.&lt;br /&gt;One fine morning a noble Brahmin came to the state and after looking at the status of people and the economy of state, he decided to go the king. When king heard about the Brahmin he gracefully invited him to his court and welcomed him to the court. &lt;br /&gt;Then the king asked the brahmin,“Hey brahmin, I am grateful to you that you arrived at my door, what can I do for you? Brahmin replied, “Rajan! I heard a lot about you &amp; your administrative acumen and therefore I came all along to see you and to see the people.&lt;br /&gt;King Kammunist became happy after hearing Brahmin’s words, he further asked,”so what did you find, did you liked my administration, my courtmen, the prosperity in the estate? &lt;br /&gt;Brahmin took a pause, thought and then said, “O King Kammunist, I appreciate your administrative skills and have full faith in your courtmen but when it comes to prosperity among the people, I am afraid your state takes the back seat. This is the only reason I came all the way to understand your definition of prosperity.”&lt;br /&gt;King was surprised, annoyed as well. He said,”Look at my court, my castle, my capital city which is comaprable to none”. Go around and have a look at the cultural heritage I have kept intact in all these years, I have done all good things to restore and save the pride of my people.&lt;br /&gt;Brahmin smiled and said,”this is what I want to tell you my King, I agree your court, castle, capital city is incomaparable, your culture and its heritage is an epic in itself but have you looked beyond the walls of your castle? Did you tried to look at the other cities apart from your capital? In the name of cultural heritage, you blocked the doors of fresh ideas, innovation, and you succeeded to inculcate a false pride among your people which is baseless atleast in modern times. Your people are happy with their past but have uncertain future. But it is time for change!!&lt;br /&gt;Its not that your people love you or respect you, but they don’t have any option. They expect a lot from you but afraid of your cadres who torture them, suppress them, deprive them from justice. This is all because of your complacency. You assumed that nobody can dethrone you ever but remember one thing my dear King “Change is inevitatble, either you change or the time will change you”.&lt;br /&gt;The King Kammunist realised his fault and fell on the Brahmins’ feet. He promised that he will not be myopic anymore and will try to provide justice to all the people of state. The king ordered his courtmen to go the people and work for the people. Thus, the king Kammunist regained the lost respect from the people and ruled happily for long.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, a nice story for kids, a nice lecture on justice and expectations from a leader. Lets come back to the ground now, immoral, concrete ground in the scroching heat.&lt;br /&gt;Lets relive the above story in the perspective. West Bengal is the state and the King Kammunist (Communists) and the Brahmin (may be Ms.Bannerjee). The story coincides ditto on the ground realities of WB but only with a slight change in the last paragraph of the story.&lt;br /&gt;In the story the King Kammunist realised his fault and pledged to tighten all screws in his administration for bringing justice, egalitarian societal norms and true prosperity among its people. But in reality, the CPI(M) govt never acknowledged his faults, its mistakes, atrocities over the people and its deeds which destroyed the industries, business houses, economy of west bengal in the name of change or social reform.&lt;br /&gt;They took the mandate of people for granted and I believe this is time to make them understand that “Change is inevitable”. &lt;br /&gt;Let’s pray, the fresh mandate will “Remove Red and Paint it green”.&lt;br /&gt;That it will remove the outdated, anti-development red with the Green which stands for prosperity, growth and development.&lt;br /&gt;I wish the King Kammunist of modern times should have heard the Brahmin but I reckon its too late and one thing is inevitable now ……………………………”Green prevailing over Red”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-2430913420202799669?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/2430913420202799669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/05/paint-it-green-remove-red.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/2430913420202799669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/2430913420202799669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/05/paint-it-green-remove-red.html' title='Paint it Green, remove Red........'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-4573938845456085714</id><published>2011-05-04T21:19:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:31:59.254+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrorism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pakistan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arunachal Pradesh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osama'/><title type='text'>who got the last laugh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_p1Wfonfvo/TcF4NgBXWlI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Pt0cZlhgT_g/s1600/Osama-Obama2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_p1Wfonfvo/TcF4NgBXWlI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Pt0cZlhgT_g/s320/Osama-Obama2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602891584754899538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News came in the early morning on a news channel that Osama Bin Laden was found &amp; killed at some place in Pakistan. I was shocked with the news, that how come a person like Osama can be killed. &lt;br /&gt;So here is my analysis of the truth behind curtains: I used three spects to look at the proceedings.&lt;br /&gt;1. Pakistan : A nation which terms itself as victim of terrorism, an ally of US, staunch supporter of counter terrorism operations in Afganistan and by virtue of it, it earns millions of dollars as free ball from US, a full range of battle ready equipments, explosives, technologies from the bosses sitting in white house.&lt;br /&gt;But inadvertently, against all claims illustrated earlier in the above para, Pakistan has earned the status of Safe Heaven for the millitants, terrorist, extemists from all over the world. Pakistan because of its strategic position which gives it neighbours like Iran in west, afganistan in north n arabian sea in the south-west makes itself as an impeccable need for United States which needs Pakistan land for its operations in Afganistan &amp; for operations against Iran, if at all required in recent future.&lt;br /&gt;But what makes Pakistan so vulnerable &amp; prone to extemist dominence? Answer is easy &amp; simple. Pakistan draws its power from the Millitary which plays games hand in hand with ISI. All games concentrate on one thing which is pro-muslim regime in the world. Its all war-plans are kept at the front with India on the charts. And, now with Iraq, Saudi Arabia, Afganistan under US scanner, Pakistan was only safe heaven for terrorists &amp; extremists across asia.&lt;br /&gt;Lets come back to Osama!&lt;br /&gt;Osama Bin Laden is a personality which is not dispensable so easily therefore there can be many interpretations about the entire proceedings &amp; its pros – cons as well.&lt;br /&gt;a) Pakistan was unaware of entire operation. If this is true, then it is not impossible assumption that US will declare a sea change in its foreign policy with respect to Pakistan. If this is true, then US &amp; its allies must be in process to declare something nasty against pakistan in coming days.&lt;br /&gt;But if it is not true, that is, if Pakistan authorities were taken in confidence at all, then it simply means that some barter has been done. Or Al-queda is ready to be given some leeway in order to regroup &amp; Pakistan is going to get some leaps in terms of financial assistance or millitary revamp.&lt;br /&gt;If Pakistan allowed US to go ahead with Osama then it simply means that there was no option left for Pak government &amp; in bargain they must have been failed heavily.&lt;br /&gt;Still truth is behind the curtains!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) United States: 10 years of persuit, 10 long years of hope against the devil which cost US a dent in their security claims, which rampaged the US claims of being the safest place to live on the planet. Finally they brought Osama to justice. But what it means for US to get Osama killed? &lt;br /&gt;If you see recent past, President Obama is incessently failing at domestic, international fronts to keep going against fight for terrorism because everywhere they failed, be it Iraq, be it Afganistan or now recent example of Gaddafi regime in Libya. Questions were coming from all corners of the world about the efficacy of the US operations, huge claims and this is the moment when all critics are shut for a while, all the waste of tax payers money lost in last 10 years is justified in a sense.&lt;br /&gt;This success may work as a breather for Obama government.&lt;br /&gt;But it may raise a rage against the US &amp; its allies across the globe which is a new threat &amp; a discussion point now. Osama dead is dengerous than Osama alive.&lt;br /&gt;c) India : Sadly indian government is not in position to comment or act swiftly after all happenings in last 2 days, why? Because all top brains are working hard in West Bengal elections, corruption cases, PAC report, 2G spectrum scam, Anna Hazare &amp; allies. So nobody has literally any time to respond &amp; act in the nations interest.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover they don’t even have time to look for missing chief minister of Arunachal Pradesh.&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;finally news have arrived that Chief Minister of Arunachal Pradesh is killed in the crash....RIP&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-4573938845456085714?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/4573938845456085714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-got-last-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/4573938845456085714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/4573938845456085714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-got-last-laugh.html' title='who got the last laugh?'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_p1Wfonfvo/TcF4NgBXWlI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Pt0cZlhgT_g/s72-c/Osama-Obama2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-1166849977429332101</id><published>2011-04-23T22:13:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-23T22:24:02.105+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break fast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Break-FAST</title><content type='html'>Break Fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what it means? more often we use it in the morning time when we gulp something. actually it means to break the fast or the pause in eating due to night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you look at the literal meaning of it then you can derive numerous meanings, interpretations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i am using Break Fast today to intimate the break in the fast life which never let me sit with my laptop &amp; finger it at my will to mark my feelings into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i start........................again........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-1166849977429332101?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/1166849977429332101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/04/break-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/1166849977429332101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/1166849977429332101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/04/break-fast.html' title='Break-FAST'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-9214799848302367741</id><published>2011-02-25T21:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-25T22:20:52.329+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life is good..........</title><content type='html'>the journey started in July 2010 is still going but the pace has gone down, pressure has been eased off and deliverables have been delivered so far,,,and the journey of &lt;br /&gt;8 months has been tiring, emotionally charged, full of angry moments, arguments, heart breaks, sometimes fun, sometimes laugh , sometimes giggles and many feelings which cant be penned down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don claim that i did all the goodwork but for sure i did mistakes and suffered due to them. Lost many opportunities in the way which claimed many seats for my fellow symbians, screwed many chances which could have been turned in awsome placements. sometimes i felt like instead of being in a team, stealing information upto me so that there cant be a leak in the information and on the other hand sometimes i shared information with batchmates which was against the ethics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did when time demanded for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the privilege to get in touch with all kind of interesting creature called HR manager. they seem to be the most important person on earth and the most busy personality on surface at all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best thing that happend in the journey was the addition of a true soul called Beena Ma'am. I must admit, she gave the inspiration and flare to the placements team to keep its cool and have fun during the work to keep yourself charged for the assignments next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she was the difference between last years placements &amp; this years success!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sure, gonna miss her smile, attitude and above all the khakra, sweets, lunch and many more which will go with me where ever i will be, in the form of sweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to share all emotions when i saw tears in eyes of those who missed the chance and sometimes found tears in eyes of people who made it. how ironical is it, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i observed clashes of interest, fights, differences and being a placements team member, i was supposed to be neutral........hummmmffff so tough for me  :)&lt;br /&gt;but i tried my best to do this, to control my emotions and not to blast off people doing &amp; saying rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel, many people got what they never deserved &amp; some got who deserved much better than what they got but this is life where luck plays a small role so not to worry yaar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as is said on a long journey, it is not important how you start but how you perform in the mid way due to your efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so God bless all including me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to Neha, Aniket, Binu for their endless support and guidance in this journey.&lt;br /&gt;in a succinct way i would like to share thanx to Kullu, Pritam, Nailesh for their external and apt support when it seemed tough to get through the rough patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know why am i writing all this but for sure i will be writing everything what happend in placements season 2009-11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then Takecare and do your workkkk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-9214799848302367741?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/9214799848302367741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-is-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/9214799848302367741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/9214799848302367741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good..........'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-4703625889582896800</id><published>2011-02-23T02:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-25T20:57:24.484+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Morning after a dark night.......</title><content type='html'>3 months back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning when i got up and looked at the sky out of my window......a full moon.....&lt;br /&gt;a full moon was grazing at me as if saying, my dear don't worry, i wont allow dark night to horrify you, i will be with you in every dark moments and will show you the way when you dont have the option of using your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day before yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got up and looked out of my window, i din see anything, my moon was not there, it was dark black horizon where nothing was visible..........except for a ray of hope...&lt;br /&gt;you know, a single strand has power to keep a cloth intact.......&amp; a single ray has the power to keep the darkness at bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i had lost my moon long ago but i dint realised the darkness as i was comfortable remembering the soothing light, the cozyness and cool feeling from the moon!!! I was living in oblivion, staying away from truth which was as bigger as himalaya is..............which had a foundation of LIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My moon was cheating me, moon said,"i will be with you always but when i required it the most, it left in alone, crying, weeping, down &amp; out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is something which needs some helping hand, some shoulder to rest upon , some one share your thoughts.........&amp; that is where i missed out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept cozily and left my moon staring at me alone in the dark sky amidst infinite strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that i have realized that keeping your things alone and aloof is as dengerous as an open treasure without security guard therefore, i promise i am not going to leave my moon alone even if i have stay sleepless throughout my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats a promise which can never be broken.....!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-4703625889582896800?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/4703625889582896800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/02/morning-after-dark-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/4703625889582896800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/4703625889582896800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/02/morning-after-dark-night.html' title='Morning after a dark night.......'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-8499274297854999979</id><published>2011-02-05T00:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-05T16:22:51.742+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Greed,,,,,Complex......insane!!!</title><content type='html'>Greed is mother of all complexities........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this true? YES, a big time truth!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, lets try to figure out this one, this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friend is working with a company in India, he is fine with the job, is earning decent money, having a lavish life, goes to movie with his ----- every weekend, eats in big eateries, enjoys life upto the brim but when it comes to satisfaction....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is a big time screwed guy, with heaps of desires like want to go abroad for onsight work because she can earn huge amount of money which (cant) quench his desire for money, soul, body either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is there any answer for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me NO!&lt;br /&gt;its just like an american prostitute who enters into this business to satisfy her desires and end up as an addict to smell of bodies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its almost like a dog's tail which swings up &amp; down even if his master has kicked his ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, where is the solution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to figure this out, reached insanity as i found the answer in money itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want money!!! i dont want to live a kings life, i wana live like a human just a simple life with less complexities, with more smiles around and with hell lot of things to give to people which can give them happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i have seen, you give people clothes, they aspire for more.&lt;br /&gt;you give your girl friend a gift, the first thing she says is "wow, its tooo good" and the second thing she utters is "whats the cost?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if that is in the premium line then your gift reaches its home else its either thrown away or next day you get a call that the gift has been broken down some how!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is complex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is two way sword, superiority and inferiority,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wana live simple, without complexes, for this i am ready for pay any price!&lt;br /&gt;what price, by the way?&lt;br /&gt;i am ready to throw away the most precious thing out of my life, if at all required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************because............................. I am insane !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-8499274297854999979?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/8499274297854999979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/02/greedcomplexinsane.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/8499274297854999979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/8499274297854999979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/02/greedcomplexinsane.html' title='Greed,,,,,Complex......insane!!!'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-3587251216907699584</id><published>2011-01-02T19:28:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-02T19:31:46.143+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world cup hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIIB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corruption'/><title type='text'>Be Moral : make a new beginning!!!</title><content type='html'>“At the cash counter of civil hospital in the city of Lucknow, there was a spat going on. A young boy, (roughly around 16-17yrs old, clad in untidy clothes, unshaved and with wet eyes) was having a heated debate with the counter man, who on the opposite side of the window, was throwing typical hot-words.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody around were looking interested in the debate, but were firmly enjoying the drama with loads of enthusiasm. I was moving towards parking after meeting my relative who was admitted over there, but looks of the boy compelled me to get into the spat.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the counter &amp; asked the boy ,”what happened, bhai”?&lt;br /&gt;He glanced &amp; tried to figure out whether I am related to the hospital or not, when he failed to assess, he replied, “I need the final bills to get cleared but the counter man says to come after 3 pm”.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my watch, it was 11:45 am, as is apparent, Govt. employees work only post lunch, in the similar fashion, a time of 3:30pm was wisely advised. Then I suggested young boy, “ come after lunch, probably around 3 pm or so, by the time have your lunch &amp; get your things ready as you are here for final billing which means your loved one is to get discharged”.&lt;br /&gt;He fell in tears, said, “my father can’t be discharged, I have to take him from MORTUARY”. &lt;br /&gt;I was stunned, speechless……………..a silence was there for few moments…………but I could hear his howling!!&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the man at the counter, nonchalant, indifferent &amp; shameless expression was there over his face.&lt;br /&gt;He threw words over my face,” hey, kya baat hai, why are u staring at me”? I filled with anger, n said abruptly, just looking at your shameless face, don’t you know about all this?&lt;br /&gt;He replied in plain, ”nothing new! I face such things every day, nothing unusual for me”.&lt;br /&gt;I requested him to put across the bills, if the boy has cleared all the dues, what is the problem?&lt;br /&gt;He said, “look man! There are 2 things, one: If I make it for him, everybody would jump in here to get the work done. And second : in the morning time, I don’t do extra time work, my time starts at 3pm only, so better be here after 3:00pm”.&lt;br /&gt;What a pity, a boy who has lost his father, has to wait for permission to get the body of his father………&lt;br /&gt;Then finally, as a true Indian, I opened my wallet, &amp; asked, the counter man to get things done right away, he enthusiastically grazed through my wallet, contents inside &amp; importantly few Rs.500 notes. &lt;br /&gt;A voice came from the counter,”Sir, give me two mins, everything is ready, I will run to the manager &amp; get the stamp &amp; signature”.&lt;br /&gt;He came as early as hardly one mins, n handed papers across the counter, &amp; demanded 2 notes. I hurriedly handed that over to him &amp; gave the papers to the boy. Hugged the boy, n said some words in his ears…………&lt;br /&gt;&amp; started, towards the car parking…….&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the car, I found my driver staring at me, I asked, “what”? He asked, “Sahib, what you said in his ears”?&lt;br /&gt;“Son, &lt;br /&gt;this incidence will make you stronger, &lt;br /&gt;now, you are the master of your destiny,&lt;br /&gt; GO GET YOUR DREAMS that your father would have seen for you”, These were my words, I replied.&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, I was trying to meditate, but the young boys face was coming again &amp; again to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Am I worried about the one grand that I invested? No, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;Am I worried about the boys’ future? Certainly, no a big issue for me.&lt;br /&gt;Then what????? I purchased a Death Certificate @ Rs.1000/- what the f***!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Corruption starts where an Indian is born, right from getting the BIRTH CERTIFICATE , till the DEATH CERTIFICATE, somebody is always there across the counter to ask for bribe, chai-paani, hukka-paani etc.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the name, meaning is same, we are corrupt!!!!&lt;br /&gt;As I am avid reader of great epics of like Ramayana, Mahabharata, Geeta etc, I tried to find the solution for my dilemma ,”what should be my role, what should be my stand”?&lt;br /&gt;I got reply from the Mahabharata : “when Draupadi was insulted in the court of seniors as a result of  the game of gambling, she continuously asked for help &amp; asked about the” DHARMA of the Ruler” from the courtiers which included Bhishma, Kripacharya, Dronacharya, Vidur etc but nobody could because they were bound with the rules which never allowed to go against the king.&lt;br /&gt;In the later part, when completely, discouraged from the silence in the court, he stated about the immorality of the silence:&lt;br /&gt;“ Whenever a crime occurs, half the punishment should go to the criminal, from the rest half, one fourth must go to the his ally and the rest one-fourth should go to the people who were silent, when the crime was taking place”&lt;br /&gt;Interesting explanation indeed &amp; when I weighed myself over the balance of morality, I found me on the left side of the line, why? Because I bribed the counter man &amp; came back home instead of lodging a complaint against him to the right authority.&lt;br /&gt;But what about the people who were silent?(for the readers) Do you have any answer????&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, this silence will cause a greater damage to ourselves and to the nation as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;So I promise myself, that I will not bow down to pressure of the moment &amp; will try to break the silence from this day onwards…………………………………………………………………………………………………Be moral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you a very happy new year!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinod tripathi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-3587251216907699584?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/3587251216907699584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/01/be-moral-make-new-beginning.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/3587251216907699584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/3587251216907699584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2011/01/be-moral-make-new-beginning.html' title='Be Moral : make a new beginning!!!'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-718422421089491748</id><published>2010-12-18T23:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-19T00:19:47.918+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ivory coast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genocide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hotel Rawanda'/><title type='text'>Hotel Rawanda : Relive the reality!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://abakwaonline.net/wp-content/plugins/rss-poster/cache/173ba__50408491_010842113-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 171px;" src="http://abakwaonline.net/wp-content/plugins/rss-poster/cache/173ba__50408491_010842113-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/TQz3LTYddKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/MvdnoCoZYtc/s1600/un2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/TQz3LTYddKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/MvdnoCoZYtc/s320/un2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552084214194468002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/TQz3LFkOAGI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Ok2K8bcMa5c/s1600/un.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/TQz3LFkOAGI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Ok2K8bcMa5c/s320/un.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552084210485690466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/TQz3K26_4MI/AAAAAAAAAgs/LdkXaRT3fIc/s1600/un%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/TQz3K26_4MI/AAAAAAAAAgs/LdkXaRT3fIc/s320/un%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552084206554702018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Rawanda : forgot it ?  now remember : Hotel Golf&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date : 18/12/2010&lt;br /&gt;Place: Abidjan&lt;br /&gt;Country: Ivory Coast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part I: Ivory Coast : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"somewhere on the other side of the globe,where the sand is as brighter as ours is, where people are the same as we are, where one third population stays below poverty line as ours is.......................................People are tortured, massacred and life is everywhere on streets in the form of blood, flesh ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking about Ivory Coast, small african country which is on the verge of another civil uprising again. &lt;br /&gt;A country which earned its freedom in 1960 from french claws! Led by Mr.Houphouët-Boigny who ruled as president from independence in 1960, managed the balance of ethnic mix and religious sentiments of the ethnic groups cleverly and changed the face of this small african nation. Ivory Coast was the most developed african nation by the end of 70s with huge exports of cocoa, coffee. will you believe, Ivory Coast maintained its economic growth rate at 10% for 2 decades from 1960 to 1980. But it was followed by draught &amp; further dissent which crippled the agriculture led economic growth and resulted in huge inflation and uprising of opposition. The old &amp; feeble president died in 1993, &amp; thus the one-time African success story was fraying at the edges. &lt;br /&gt;The void space infuriated clashes over the succession for the presidential post!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Part II: Who's Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Laurent Gbagbo  : Culprit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The president, a former history professor, became one of the first politicians to challenge the country’s first president, Félix Houphouët-Boigny. Imprisoned in the 1970s, he later lived in exile in France. In a hotly contested election in 2000 he ousted coup-maker Robert Guei. Repeated delays to planned polls allowed him to remain in office long after his term expired in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illegally positioned himself as president from 2005 till date and has defied all attempts of international community to bring in peace in the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Charles Blé Goudé : Butcher with Brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Laurent Gbagbo’s most notorious supporters, Mr Blé Goudé’s Jeune Patriotes militia is able to draw thousands of armed men on to the streets. Mr Blé Goudé, who is known for his anti-French and anti-immigrant rhetoric, &amp; his ability to rage anger against the non-ivorian ethnic groups, is under UN sanctions for his role in organising and leading anti-French and anti-northerner violence in the country in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;He is the main aide in the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Alassane Ouattara : Waiting for Justice&lt;br /&gt;Former economist at the International Monetary Fund who served as prime minister 1990-93. A Muslim from the north, Mr Ouattara was barred from contesting elections after a court ruled that his mother was a Burkina Faso national. Draws support from northern region still held by rebels since the 2002-03 civil war and almost universally acknowledged abroad as the rightful president following last month’s polls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part III: Hotel Rawanda coming again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U remeber, movie Hotel Rawanda in which Paul Rusesabagina (played Don Cheadle), the manager of the Sabena Hôtel des Mille Collines. the manager saves lives of people trapped inside the hotel which was surrounded by Hutu rebels who were searching Tutsi refugees to kill, or to massacre.  &lt;br /&gt;On the same line, there is a hotel in the city of Abidjan which is giving refuge to the presidential candidate Mr.Alassane Ouattara.&lt;br /&gt;Name of the hotel is "Hotel Golf" http://www.golfhotel-ci.com/default_en.aspx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per the reports that arrived yesterday, some 600 UN peace keeping soldiers were guarding the hotel from the militia of the president. As a precautionary measure they had put up razor wires all around the hotel &amp; put up a tank at one of the corner of the hotel to retaliate any onslaught from rebel militias.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part IV: Are we expecting something ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicolas Sarkozy, has tried his best, UN, USA are going to put up sanctions over Ivory Coast. Robert Mugabe tried to intermediate in the fray but failed. Entire african nations &amp; the international community wants peace there...........wants the situation to be placated asap but is this possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer is in the future &amp; which is uncertain.....Lets Hope for the Best!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as it is said for the Ivory Coast warriors :&lt;br /&gt; " It’s in their core: to fight to the death "&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;can it be changed as&lt;br /&gt;                    "Don't fight, Live &amp; Let Live!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courtsy to : Wikipedia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-718422421089491748?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/718422421089491748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/12/hotel-rawanda-relive-reality.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/718422421089491748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/718422421089491748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/12/hotel-rawanda-relive-reality.html' title='Hotel Rawanda : Relive the reality!!!'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/TQz3LTYddKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/MvdnoCoZYtc/s72-c/un2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-1520181954922395826</id><published>2010-12-17T20:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-17T20:51:21.174+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIIB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pune'/><title type='text'>Dr. got iLL...............time is perfect cheater!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/TQsEMlJwZbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Q0BkWfcP-J4/s1600/DSC_0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/TQsEMlJwZbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Q0BkWfcP-J4/s320/DSC_0270.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551535579842241970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time : 11:27 am&lt;br /&gt;place: Bed no. 3, A-412, Symbiosis Infotech campus&lt;br /&gt;Season : Holiday season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What next ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yippppieeeeee, absolutely free &amp; nothing to do!!!! thats why writing this page :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wana kill Ayon for this topic, gone is 60 sec???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what can be done in this lil span of time, absolutely nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalo, let me think about it and write something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm....what can i think of in next 60 sec...time starts now...&lt;br /&gt;mummy, bhai , tanu, allahabad, pune, chandigarh, kamlesh, manish, ayaon,&lt;br /&gt;binu......phew...!!!(i could write this much in 60 sec, sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i will keep 6 mins in my kitty &amp; feel it as 60 sec...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it all started yesterday, with Manish Raghuvanshi...he has a basic problem of&lt;br /&gt;something or everything stopping in his esophagus that is the food pipe, while gulping.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to Aditya Birla Hospital for check up and endoscopy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all set for a hospital ride? yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Manish was given a small robe to wear before the process and then i was told that &lt;br /&gt;its a matter of mints and it will finish off in 5-6 mins..i said OKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the wait started, 5 mins, 15 mins, 25 mins............45 mins &amp; phew, then after i lost counts............finally i asked the ward boy the whereabouts of Manish.&lt;br /&gt;he replied in marathi, "aato re baba, 5 mins aur!!!&lt;br /&gt;Finally, manish arrived, &lt;br /&gt;almost unconscious, with oxygen pipe in nose &amp; blood on the bed-sheet!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was amazed to see this and certainly worried about him,i was expecting him in better condition than this, he eyes were scantily open with loads of weary stretches over face as if he is in much pain......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked how are you,?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with little smile he answered,&lt;br /&gt;"Buss Jaaan le hi lee thi, kisi terah se bachh gaya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm, then there was a big laugh in the room!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, if you can smile in pain, you are the conquerer of the world..!&lt;br /&gt;i mean it, alexander dint had this quality so he lost!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************* *********************************************&lt;br /&gt;finally we were done with all......returned back to base ie, Hostel and i came back with some teachings, lessons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never believe in time"&lt;br /&gt;when it says, 6o sec, it may be 60 mins !&lt;br /&gt;so, keep in mind, if you allow time to dive you, you are gone...so try to bend time according to your wish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to stand tall, when it is difficult to stand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally will take another 60 sec to finish up things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pakka i will write something good and will be prepared for the next topic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha !!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-1520181954922395826?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/1520181954922395826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/12/dr-got-illtime-is-perfect-cheater.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/1520181954922395826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/1520181954922395826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/12/dr-got-illtime-is-perfect-cheater.html' title='Dr. got iLL...............time is perfect cheater!'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/TQsEMlJwZbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Q0BkWfcP-J4/s72-c/DSC_0270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-8653570612435473134</id><published>2010-12-16T10:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-16T10:37:31.869+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIIB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pune'/><title type='text'>"can we break the Blockade?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/TQmebq5zfuI/AAAAAAAAAgY/IgEmSakUTJk/s1600/rape_by_slytherin_prince.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/TQmebq5zfuI/AAAAAAAAAgY/IgEmSakUTJk/s400/rape_by_slytherin_prince.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551142213921242850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer's Block "can we break this Blockade?"...asks Vinod &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dint posted anything in last few days, because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was not well.&lt;br /&gt;2. My lappi crashed.&lt;br /&gt;3. I was upset with my galfriend going out for a movie, without me!!&lt;br /&gt;4. I was not ready with some stuffs to put up here...........phew so many!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a laggard, lethargic and lazyness personified!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well come back to "Writer's Block"!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comeon lets see, few headlines in newspaper for different places:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) New Delhi&lt;br /&gt;"18 year old gal, abducted and gang raped in a moving car in Mongolpuri area".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Pune&lt;br /&gt;"Lady on a business conference in Lonavala, raped by the worker of Resort"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) Pune&lt;br /&gt;" MBA student from Balaji Society committed suicide last night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm...........interestingly all incidents were related to gals!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, in a country where Godesses are worshipped, where the source of power, source of education, source of wealth all are governed by Godeses......certainly its a &lt;br /&gt;shame for our so called civic society!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now lets see what was the difference between all three incidents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case I: New Delhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A gal was on the way to pick her mother from a factory in Mongolpuri industrial area alongwith her friend. Few drunk guys were going by their car n they put up ugly comments to her. she revokes against and finally an angry exchange of words happens.&lt;br /&gt;then the guys decide to punish her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the punishment is more than the Extreme Punishment....ie, RAPE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to see that those boys were brave and had guts to punish that gal....&amp; i will come back to them at the end of this writeup.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case II : Pune/ Lonavala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A business executive visits a resort in Lonavala for business conference and interestingly, was allegedly raped by the workers over there.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to workers who taught a lesson to that Lady who came over there alone for a meeting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case III: Balaji Inst/Pune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young lady commits suicide because she was out of placements as her attendance was short....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting case, suicide coz you are Red listed from placements, cool.......kudos to her brave effort!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Gals, believe it or not, Pune is as dangerous as Delhi is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Bloody boys from Delhi/Pune donot have courage to face the challenges of life, so &lt;br /&gt;to ease off frustration, targeting gals??? what a crap....God save us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just believe, the convicts should not be put up behind bars, but actually they should be given capital punishment or even worse to put up an example!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Gals, dont be crazy behind money, getting job after MBA is not the end of it, but this is start of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody cant have a jump start straightaway.......but there are instances that once you ride the steep slope, you get the most gentle surface to walk upon!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so keep your morale high.............be stronger!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice to Management Instt......."Grow up guys,,,,don't act as a jailor but as a mentor who guides to success not suicides"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All above instances, have shattered me, they blocked my head for a moment due to rush of thoughts!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUt, now the blockade is broken,,,,,,n my mind is free to abuse the convicts, f**k them up!!!! (sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N i want all gals to feel free to roam, free to smile without fear!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-8653570612435473134?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/8653570612435473134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/12/can-we-break-blockade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/8653570612435473134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/8653570612435473134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/12/can-we-break-blockade.html' title='&quot;can we break the Blockade?&quot;'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/TQmebq5zfuI/AAAAAAAAAgY/IgEmSakUTJk/s72-c/rape_by_slytherin_prince.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-1582503190810822316</id><published>2010-12-08T19:00:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-08T19:40:22.334+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrorism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIIB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pakistan'/><title type='text'>"well done but its not done"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/staticfiles/NGS/Shared/StaticFiles/Photography/Images/POD/v/varanasi-pilgrimage-508687-sw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/staticfiles/NGS/Shared/StaticFiles/Photography/Images/POD/v/varanasi-pilgrimage-508687-sw.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paani ko taraste............" the title song in the movie says it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you are thirsty, you understand the value of water the most..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i saw this movie n finally said "well done Boman" certainly you are the &lt;br /&gt;most versatile actor in the industry in current times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now lets come to point...blank!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Ganga ghat of holy city of Varanasi was shattered by an IED blast in&lt;br /&gt;the morning at 6:30 hrs. IED means Improvised Exlposive Device, an improved &lt;br /&gt;explosive which was heard in German Bakery blast case in past year. Does this &lt;br /&gt;means this was a terror attack??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be yes, may be no!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing for sure, the security lapses are the only big reason behind the &lt;br /&gt;attack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the aftermath, blame game is on again like every incidence that takes place here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Chidambaram said something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Mayavati retaliated in her typical style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phewww........what an excuse by the secretary of state, that the warnings provided&lt;br /&gt;by the central agencies were till Durga pooja only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 2 general alerts were floated keeping 6th December and 26/11 in mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what rubbish............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they (millitants) fool or our security agencies are oversmart to predict these dates??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can any body tell me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there any date on which bomb blasts or riots have occured on same date in different years??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no precedence in the history about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be it 26/11, be it 6th December, be it Parliament attacks or any date for that matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time there is new date, new venue!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time it was Varanasi.......7th december!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for sure, Govt would pass on security alert in 2011 on this particular day&lt;br /&gt;just to remind people that this was the day when our hapless citizen were killed&lt;br /&gt;due to security lapses &amp; communication gap between centre &amp; state machinery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am angry, actually i have to be!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a citizen, being a hindu, i have to be!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Even if i am not a hindu, still i have to be angry because I am an Indian first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will pray to God, to punish all Indians involved in this act &amp; &lt;br /&gt;hope some Indian  will punish all non-Indians involved in this heinous act of cowardice!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok done for now!!! see you again very soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-1582503190810822316?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/1582503190810822316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/12/well-done-but-its-not-done.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/1582503190810822316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/1582503190810822316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/12/well-done-but-its-not-done.html' title='&quot;well done but its not done&quot;'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-8376575470862342209</id><published>2010-11-29T22:05:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:59:53.793+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIIB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='placments'/><title type='text'>".............Roar.......is back"""""</title><content type='html'>"aaahhhh! Yeh Dil Maange More............"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a famous one liner from a well known soft drink company when &lt;br /&gt;amalgamated with likes of Capt.Vikram Batra produced a huge &lt;br /&gt;roar in the cinema hall called "Gurudev Talkies" in outskirts&lt;br /&gt;of Kanpur in a area called Sharda Nagar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can recollect memories of the movie LOC-Kargill when an emotion&lt;br /&gt;led audience was energized with all ***** in the movie &amp; all the &lt;br /&gt;one liners of the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question arises why m i writing about some incident which &lt;br /&gt;occurred in 2003-04 after a well spent 6 years&gt;? this is because of&lt;br /&gt;the same feel, same emotion burst that i had today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only me, i am convinced that there must be 20 other guys with &lt;br /&gt;similar feeling at this point of time when i am writing all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While writing my previous post "Silence of the Lambs", i wrote in the &lt;br /&gt;penultimate line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i want to see roar around me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this is what is happening at 10:15 pm of 29th Nov'10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am overwhelmed with joy for the success of the students who got &lt;br /&gt;through, and equally shattered for those, who are still struggling&lt;br /&gt;to find a place in the corridor of uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to wish them all the luck &amp; support for their future endeavors&lt;br /&gt;and i am pretty much convinced about the outcome of the hardwork that&lt;br /&gt;they are putting into preparations for the companies.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, whats more pleasing this day is that, i witnessed a sense of&lt;br /&gt;support, a sense of brotherhood among boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not sure about gals as i don't find strong bonding among them (this &lt;br /&gt;is my personal perception though, so may be wrong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its an emotional time for myself as i am still not placed which means&lt;br /&gt;i am not part of top 44% of the batch which is already being placed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its a tough ask to be motivated &amp; keep head high and also keep the moral &lt;br /&gt;high for those who are still in waiting.... this reminds me of situation&lt;br /&gt;that "Shiva" faced in "Immortals of Meluha" when he made a choice to relocate&lt;br /&gt;to Meluha after leaving Kailash........an emotional front but he had to be &lt;br /&gt;stronger when he saw his men &amp; their families smiling because of change!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a learning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life time experience which is precious..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other faces which are sharing same fate like me, who are there in &lt;br /&gt;the battle ground, equally motivated, equally determined, equally equipped but&lt;br /&gt;again are waiting for their chance.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think, they are made of iron, no they aren't they are the same like you all,&lt;br /&gt;with emotions, with desires, with aspirations ....etc!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appeal to people who come &amp; wish to get their work done in last moment or 11th hour, plz consider the pressure in which people are working..........selflessly, &lt;br /&gt;without expecting any accolade, thanx &amp; praise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plz salute the efforts that the team is making in the tough conditions.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next when I have some good news!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-8376575470862342209?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/8376575470862342209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/11/roaris-back.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/8376575470862342209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/8376575470862342209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/11/roaris-back.html' title='&quot;.............Roar.......is back&quot;&quot;&quot;&quot;&quot;'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-2325494427896044991</id><published>2010-11-27T19:55:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-27T20:28:27.203+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIIB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence of the lambs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='veer-zara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='placments'/><title type='text'>Silence of the Lambs........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/TPEcd8YnddI/AAAAAAAAAgE/VeKQd0WiY9M/s1600/lamb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/TPEcd8YnddI/AAAAAAAAAgE/VeKQd0WiY9M/s400/lamb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544243917020952018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen lambs in the slaughter houses???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No? ok then i must tell you that if you have to figure out the &lt;br /&gt;tension, agony, pain, fear among them then look into eye of one&lt;br /&gt;of them.................Everything is self explanatory there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm, why am i talking about Lambs, well i am just trying to &lt;br /&gt;compare lambs with humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am placement co-ordinator for the batch 09-11 and this is what &lt;br /&gt;i find in the fag end of day when results are ought to come &amp; all&lt;br /&gt;aspirants sit, stand, totter like lambs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't say that they have pain, agony, fear in their eyes but yes,&lt;br /&gt;FF is there.........Fear of Failure...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what they do.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. keep their fingers crossed...in anticipation of some luck which &lt;br /&gt;can give them much sought after result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Try to talk about anything which can keep them aloof of the proceedings&lt;br /&gt;but somewhere in the back of their mind, RESULTs keep revolving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Keep sitting, standing in a certain position which they feel, can bring in &lt;br /&gt;some luck....it reminded me of sachin tendulkar who is famous for his chair where &lt;br /&gt;he glues himself up in tense situation of the match, in order to find some luck for&lt;br /&gt;the players on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Even few see towards the door of fortune which encloses the HR people......!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously a tense situation, which is followed by cheer from 1 or 2 among them &lt;br /&gt;and.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and....a mild smile, a half-hearted hug to the selected people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and....little wet eyes which are contradicted by smile over the face..(a tough smile &lt;br /&gt;which is hard to keep)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and an outburst in the wash room with tears in the eyes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So near Yet so Far.....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is there for me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certainly a happiness for those who get through &amp; little pain for those who miss out&lt;br /&gt;in the fray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was said in the movie, Veer-Zara, that "kaidi ka koi naam nahi hota, hota hai to sirf number" means a prisoner doesnt have name, he only has number"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same way, For a placement cordinator, a selected student is just a number,&lt;br /&gt;no emotions is attached with him/her atleast at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a number which keep getting down.........like 45 left, 44 left n so on....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days are passing the pressure is mounting, this is end of November when i am &lt;br /&gt;writing this with absolutely no ray of hope in the tunnel atleast for myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student tend to forget that a placement co-ordinator is also an student n he is equally eager for his/her job. They are blamed for all sorts of things which are &lt;br /&gt;not in their hands. they are accused of many things which they themselves aren't&lt;br /&gt;aware of......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the only thing which keeps us driving is the cause for which everybody joined hands &amp; planned a happy ending to the MBA programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In immortals of Meluha, a book written by Ameesh Tripathi, Shiva keeps his life aside for a good cause which will keep out of denger"............true feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know when you are given responsibility, then you want it or not, you rise ahead of your personal desires and there is a holistic feel..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx to placecom for giving me little tough ground to work, which enabled me to think beyond myself and seriously thanx to people there who keep raising the bars &amp; motivating a selfish guy to work for others....others include many people whom i can manhandle if given a chance........ :P joking yaar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalo now, need to wind it up.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Silence kills"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, &lt;br /&gt;"silence of the lambs should not stay long, &lt;br /&gt;i wish to see roar of victory around me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-2325494427896044991?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/2325494427896044991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/11/silence-of-lambs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/2325494427896044991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/2325494427896044991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/11/silence-of-lambs.html' title='Silence of the Lambs........'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/TPEcd8YnddI/AAAAAAAAAgE/VeKQd0WiY9M/s72-c/lamb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-3087289672887547738</id><published>2010-11-26T01:04:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-26T02:27:29.099+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIIB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='placments'/><title type='text'>Pehli Door-ghatna : first mishap///</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/TO67IK222II/AAAAAAAAAf8/GKAuDeHS340/s1600/jobOpening_1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/TO67IK222II/AAAAAAAAAf8/GKAuDeHS340/s400/jobOpening_1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543573940367448194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lazy morning, a lazy bed and a very very very lazy sleeping giant over the bed...ie, me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Alarm rang n somehow i managed to look at my mobile about the description of the alarm. It made me jump out of my blanket and i rushed to toi/bathroom to do the natural job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interestingly the last word in the above line was the Description of the Alarm that made me to jump out of bed..........aahhh it is a placement day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;placement day : a d-day for any MBA student irrespective of whether he has taken loan or not.&lt;br /&gt;irrespective of how many backlogs one has secured during his journey during MBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as far as i am concerned, neither i have taken any loan for studies nor i could manage any backlog during the stint of 2 years. therefore, i can say that i am not from the happening lot of the batch who enjoy the good golden days of adventure of backlogs or the pressure of calculating &amp; repayment of loans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh i forgot, i was talking about Placements....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, "Placements is a privilege, not a right"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, if you are fortunate then you get placed, if you are not then, even God is not at your side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; thats the time when nothing goes right,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your gal friend looks like Chudail who can ask about your future plans anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your family members become Criminal Lawyers who talk, ask &amp; enquire alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; your friends are the only relief element there in this "Bad world" specially when the friend is not yet placed or out of placements due to some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend word reminded me a seen from 3 Idiots where it is said that "dukh hota hai jab apna dost fail ho jae, lekin jyada dukh tab hota hai jab koi friend top karta hai"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;similar things are happening around me, everyday i see one face with smile and other faces, dark and humiliated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again i forgot, i was talking about placement day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm, rushed towards nature'z room n came back fresh. then jumped into the official uniform of college. you know best part with the day is that you look good &amp; u try to be as civilized as you can. i just meant to say that i was looking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finally i reached college, n sat in the prescribed room!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a wait of 20 mints the company people came &amp; stared at us as if we are fresh products n they gonna pick at their will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is the ppt or pakau, chatuu talk of the HR where everybody is interested in only one part which deals with the compensation part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, after having the round of talks, its time for first round of test ie., Group discussion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a room, there are 10 chairs in a shape that can be described as aperture or a small part of circumference, say it a 90 degree from the centre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now all fighters are seated n waiting for a nod for the battle. &lt;br /&gt;3........2........1.........0............here it goes, all guns banged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and banged better than tanks, bombs etc n soon the room was full of smoke. nothing was visible, audible,,,only thing evident was the shear force hat everybody were making to make each seconds, count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooommmphhhhh, HR was haplessly looking at us, &amp; finally he stopped finalised the final list of interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually nobody got through................all were rejected....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interestingly, all of the people which included me, barked well during the 10 mints time. but unfortunately, the dog on the other side of the table dint paid heed to our bark.........bhow bhow bhow........woof wooof wooof...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here ended my journey n this helped to loose a hope of 9 lacs... in which i would have added up atleast 2-3 lacs by taking bribes :P but all hopes shatterred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finally the result which means Labbo Luab in urdu is that, hume naukri nahi mili...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hadd hai yaar but wht to do about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only msg to all those who will appear for next companies is that in group discussion remember that you are not the group but other 8-9 guys are also there n they have equal right to speak..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next story after the next mishap..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-3087289672887547738?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/3087289672887547738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/11/pehli-door-ghatna-first-mishap.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/3087289672887547738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/3087289672887547738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/11/pehli-door-ghatna-first-mishap.html' title='Pehli Door-ghatna : first mishap///'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/TO67IK222II/AAAAAAAAAf8/GKAuDeHS340/s72-c/jobOpening_1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-5735105420872849203</id><published>2010-11-09T01:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:56:28.929+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='railways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><title type='text'>Adventure in journey!!</title><content type='html'>date : 31st oct&lt;br /&gt;Time: 5.20 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting in sleeper class and was watching Kung-fun panda again. I think it was 100+ time that I have seen that movie. &lt;br /&gt;Certainly a breather during this awesome and awkward journey. Some kids are there around me and they are playing Antakshari &amp; they are making the environment little light.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what will happen during this journey &amp; after this but certainly sleeper is livelier as compared to AC. Though comfort level is not that satisfactory but certainly you got to understand one thing that money cant purchase everything.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not but this journey has been a revelation for me on personal level &amp; intellectual level.&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what happens tomorrow when I will meet her, without money in the pocket and without much zeal left inside me.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time 9.25pm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to get a birth after a long discussion and bargain through the TTE. But not for free but had to shell out Rs.500 for a birth in S-8/25. Certainly it feels awesome after getting fucked and it feels even better when you get somebody who can cheer you up when you are down trodden and out.&lt;br /&gt;I got a Punjabi family with 2 kids, and then it was my area, my arena to make friendship and then after things are getting better. Taught them some drawing skills and tipped both about it.&lt;br /&gt;Slept at around 10:45 pm and ……………………..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2:&lt;br /&gt;Time 9:35 am&lt;br /&gt;I got up at 9 and got fresh in the AC compartment as I had paid for it. Felt good in the morning and now only concern for me is to find some place to get fresh and get ready for the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what happens next, whether I meet her on not, whether all the adversities I faced pays for all the deeds or not.&lt;br /&gt;Questions are foundation of future, so lets make a strong foundation over which I can have a bright and strong future.&lt;br /&gt;This is the time to sign out as I cant see any charging point for my laptop and mobile.&lt;br /&gt;Huuuumfff why there is so much difference between AC &amp; sleeper ?&lt;br /&gt;Atleast basic amenities should be at par!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;restin next part ...part 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-5735105420872849203?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/5735105420872849203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/11/adventure-in-journey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/5735105420872849203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/5735105420872849203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/11/adventure-in-journey.html' title='Adventure in journey!!'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-7931978134721264239</id><published>2010-10-20T03:46:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-26T11:13:02.185+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Share, to get more................get placed....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/TMZqMiPYh9I/AAAAAAAAAfU/ZwFmy5gNuwo/s1600/geardiary-microsoft-time-to-share-700x433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/TMZqMiPYh9I/AAAAAAAAAfU/ZwFmy5gNuwo/s400/geardiary-microsoft-time-to-share-700x433.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532225955853535186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was a kid, i never shared my fruits, lunch, chocos,&lt;br /&gt;i literally never thought of sharing the sweets &amp; the &lt;br /&gt;formiddable "singharas* aka samosa" for which i can take &lt;br /&gt;another life..........to eat..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i used to do was to take everything from my elder brother&lt;br /&gt;who was a gentle kid and seriously an ideal brother, full of &lt;br /&gt;patience and pardonness.......... &amp; my lovely sis, who always&lt;br /&gt;gave me a challenge as far as sharing my things were concerned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was my childhood story regarding my nature...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passed, lots of water flown through Ganges and i grew up, &lt;br /&gt;but still the sharing instincts were absent in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once i saw two beggers on the streets of civil lines &lt;br /&gt;of allahabad, laughing &amp; eating food whatever they managed to&lt;br /&gt;gather for the lunch time. saw them sharing their stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one had managed to take sabji from some house &amp; another had &lt;br /&gt;few rotis..........it was just like combination of two souls&lt;br /&gt;who needed eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was the first reaction, ehhh whats so special in this?&lt;br /&gt;nothing, nothing special!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today after many years when i thought again then many issues went through &lt;br /&gt;my mind....m quoting some example below: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. water issue between pakistan &amp; india.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. water issue with bangladesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. water issue with nepal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. recent spat with china over Brahmaputra river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all problems due to uncanny situation of sharing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this so difficult to share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't share, won't share are two very important things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is something you just cant share,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; defeat is another thing you want to share, desperately!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now, being a placement team member, i am thinking&lt;br /&gt;about the batch &amp; its future........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but where are my interests?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't i deserve a good job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't i deserve a good salary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, indeed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not at the cost of others!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehhh.........i cant run away from my responsibility !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whts next??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start afresh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never bog down!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing offf now, will come up with more stuffs from the placement&lt;br /&gt;side &amp; my own stuffs..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-7931978134721264239?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/7931978134721264239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/10/share-to-get-moreget-placed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/7931978134721264239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/7931978134721264239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/10/share-to-get-moreget-placed.html' title='Share, to get more................get placed....'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/TMZqMiPYh9I/AAAAAAAAAfU/ZwFmy5gNuwo/s72-c/geardiary-microsoft-time-to-share-700x433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-7811241816542030038</id><published>2010-07-09T22:13:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-10T02:40:03.597+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>To all Sick people to get well soon!!!!</title><content type='html'>Few bloody Indians think that they know history of India.....but now I think time has come to teach some lessons about our history and a take home "GYAN" about not to poke their nose into matters which they are not supposed to put their shit.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to begin with.......lets see how our history shaped up in early 19th century:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything started in early years of 20th century when many Hindu leaders occupied the lime-light. few of them were Mahatma Gandhi, Tilak, Nehru and many more. At that time many Muslim leader felt that being minority they can be isolated and may be under-treated in the reign of HINDUS. though it was based on few apprehension of handful of leaders, but it aggravated and proved fatal for the nation. &lt;br /&gt;lets look what happend after that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The All India Muslim League (AIML) was formed in Dhaka in 1906 by Muslims who were suspicious of the Hindu-majority Indian National Congress. They complained that Muslim members did not have the same rights as Hindu members. A number of different scenarios were proposed at various times. &lt;br /&gt;Among the first to make the demand for a separate state was the writer/philosopher Allama Iqbal, who, in his presidential address to the 1930 convention of the Muslim League said that a separate nation for Muslims was essential in an otherwise Hindu-dominated subcontinent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till this time, Mohammed Ali Jinnah was no where in the picture (Plz note it). he was one of the most committed colleague of Gandhi Ji. but when you have somebody who can push you for wrong causes based on some rumors and strategic brain-wash by some ill-hearted people, then you tend to accept the wrong path (like it happens with the millitants/terrorists). eventually our partition was signed and nation was separated in 2 parts on the basis of religion by Independence of India act'1947.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after looking at the history so far, what is the take home lesson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very simple: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"people when in minority, crave for things which they can take easily if they are part of the main-stream but they quarrel, they fight, they do back-biting and finally end up on the looser side".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is evident from the condition of Pakistan, if we compare it with India. They are on the verge of collapse due to selfish leadership and sick mentality of politicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, the question arises out, why am i writing about such thing which is long debated and a part of history of our nation??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer is very simple, just to show the mirror to few sick people to get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;"the things that took place few days back was a horror!!!! nobody had expected this ever, even in dreams........but it happend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because few people who thought they are in minority and expected that they can raise their voice to such a pitch which can deaf the "right". actually they are not minority, they are sick of themselves. they are just trying hard and craving for identity...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the cost of integrity of the whole bunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the cost of harmony of the batch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the cost of friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! you are not allowed to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; you know why everything was accepted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we strongly believe in one thing :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Always forgive troublemakers - nothing annoys them so much" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again history repeated itself. there occurred a partition where a Pakistan is formed and India gave way to sick people to chose their fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but history teaches alot more than expected. today India stands tall and Pakistan is on its knees, sick , helpless and full of shitty coward leaders who play blame game, use all podiums to cry louder.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever Pakistan does India grows stronger &amp; stronger!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need not to say what i mean by comparing "India &amp; pakistan" because this is evident and on the plate that both are not comparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i would like to say that "if we are silent it doesnot mean that we have out done, only thing is that we don't want to creat a new "pakistan" where leaders will keep barking their heart out &amp; the common people face the brunt of it...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are silent and accepting things because we care about the people who are dragged into the fray and we want a united India".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note down these lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive.The only ones who can forgive are dead; the living have no right to forget" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jai Hind"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-7811241816542030038?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/7811241816542030038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-all-sick-people-to-get-well-soon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/7811241816542030038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/7811241816542030038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-all-sick-people-to-get-well-soon.html' title='To all Sick people to get well soon!!!!'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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world...........here people are robots,,,,,running, pushing, slazing .....all sorts of acts and mis-acts are happening here.&lt;br /&gt;on one side a pluffy, plush society is there which is having much more than required for their life................on the other there are people who are struggling for making ends meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw on one side people are enjoying the DAY LIGHT at 10PM in sports stadiums (DY Patil stadium) and i found peeple in Parel who are struggling to see some sun light in their slums, chawls in the absense of electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the question is not about the diffrerence and the absurd distribution of wealth....but the question is against the civic society which is having plentiful of educated social workers who hail from high society and they do their work just to add up a new feather in the cap.....if i use the banking language, they diversify themselves from just party animals to social workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another interesting thing i found.............bill-boards from 2 conflicting parties.........MNS and Shiv Sena..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are all across mumbai skyline............you go to any slum, any under-developed area you will find their boards with a name list of chair holders. and just beneath the bill-board or the cloth advertisement, you can find a lady carrying her one year old son in her arms and asking for Re.1/-.....( found near Fort mundi).&lt;br /&gt;is this the job they have done for Mumbai and then claim that MUMBAI is theirs and any outsider is unwanted or unsought in this part of INDIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor guys..............not the poor people but these two party men who are poor from their brains and heart.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to put up the photograph of a 5 year old chap who was selling a marathi daily in Pune but i think this is unfair and unjust to put such pathetic scenes over this blog....but one day i will put up these pictures to show you the real picture of maharashtra.................and mind you, the pictures i am talking about are not of some BHAIYAs who have made mumbai dirty but those are of marathi manooos who are blindly following goons as their well wishers and saviors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind you, this is excellent example of old hindi saying---rakshak ya bhakshak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people should understand that they themselves can only save themselves and drive the prosperity in their houses.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope the time will come soon when this will happen........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-1865725472879196578?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/1865725472879196578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/04/poverty-vs-pragatimaharashtra-lost-road.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/1865725472879196578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/1865725472879196578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/04/poverty-vs-pragatimaharashtra-lost-road.html' title='poverty Vs Pragati..............Maharashtra lost the road??'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-5714255515234121637</id><published>2010-04-10T21:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:39:42.054+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maoist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maoism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naxalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green hunt'/><title type='text'>Have they gone..............or are they coming????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/S8C-xQxEtCI/AAAAAAAAAeU/AZ63sYcIP8o/s1600/maoist-rebels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/S8C-xQxEtCI/AAAAAAAAAeU/AZ63sYcIP8o/s400/maoist-rebels.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458572501896705058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not about how you die but its all about how you lived....."&lt;br /&gt;these words literally fascinate me &amp; make me think of how m i living and what is the best way to depart from this world.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it the way, a common man dies, across the streets , in public hospitals , on railway tracks , or by a mob in communal riots or by goons who kill in the name of regionalism.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Martyrs who sacrifice their lives for the nation are the one who should be remembered with respect and regards. but is this the scenario in India? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certainly not!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example (). one army men who lost his both limbs serving the nation in the front was sanctioned a pity 1000 rupees a month as pension.  finally in 2010, chief justice of India had to direct officials to serve the person in dignified manner &amp; catagorically said,"don't treat heroes, like beggers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certainly the day these heroes stop rendering their services to the nation, God knows who will save the borders (neta ji or the babus of govt offices).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while writing the above lines, i remembered the massacre of CRPF personnels in Dantevada. &lt;br /&gt;let me give you some details about the grave event...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Operation Green Hunt is underway in 4 states viz, chattisgarh, West Bengal, Andhra Pradesh and Orissa (some parts of maharashtra also).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)more than 30000 soldiers are deployed to curb the menace of Maoism (as if china was not enough to tease, Mao entered into the grass roots of forests).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)CRPF, COBRA, SPF and special Grey Hounds forces are deployed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)In India only 30000 army men are trained in Jungle Warfare so this is a fact that those who are in the woods of abovesaid states are not fully equipped with the warfare techniques. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)the Guerrilla warfare is very effective way to fight with an organised army as it carries very little chances of head on encounter with the forces. the GW deals in ambush which is based over the philosophy of HIT n RUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how far the operation Green Hunt has reached???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officials were intermittently speaking about the receding Maoists and the upper hand situation of armed forces in the continued battle. it was claimed that red guerrillas have left their camps and have taken shelter in deep forest to save their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; but the incident of Dantevada has blown all claims into pieces and this has been proved that the guerrillas are far more lethal , armed and organised than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; time and again it has been proved about their technical advancements in terms of land mines, IEDs , automatic rifles and the night vision devices as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; still the image of Maoists is such that few tribal men are together with swords, arrows and are fighting for their survival ( this is what amnesty international &amp; scholars like Arundhati Roy claim) but the ground reality is far more different in colour and nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the adivasis may not be hi-tech in education or living standards but they know the perfect technique of putting land-mines, men to men marking &amp; killing, and most important deceiving the intelligence agencies (now i have gr8 doubt about intelligence of these agencies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many of us wear the T-shirts with caption or picture of CHE GUEVARA without even knowing the menace he gave to the world through his Book :"Guerrilla Warfare" which is like a bible to our barbaric race of maoists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the book depicts the techniques , strategies and the nuances of jungle warfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the question arises out of the brutal killing of 76 security personnels is not about the efficacy or the might of ultras but the preparation &amp; vulnerability of the forces who are in the jungle to fight with an enemy who is 100 times more brutal than a tiger. they are facing those who not only shower bullets but cut the limbs to check that the man is alive or not.........................can u call them human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certainly not, but friends it is easy to read news paper &amp; make a grim face about the evens and end up criticizing politicians for all this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we may be very busy on twitters, orkut, fb etc with our friends but their is another community which is far more determined and articulate about their job. they are the people who are brain washing youth &amp; almost everybody through their articles. all credit goes to so called Bengali intellectuals who have made each bengali over this earth a living box of false intellect ( this race presume themselves as only creature born with intellect, but m afraid they know the meaning of this or not?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u know their are 100s of web sites who work in support of maoists.......they all put efforts to spread the ideology to masses ( eg, http://sanhati.com/ ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still undecided about the theme of this post...............what m i conveying through this article?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just trying to see things in bigger perspective and leave the myopic attitude towards life..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have started trying, its your turn to join in..................&lt;div 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coming????'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/S8C-xQxEtCI/AAAAAAAAAeU/AZ63sYcIP8o/s72-c/maoist-rebels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-8247812176988413526</id><published>2010-04-03T22:27:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:18:35.803+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thakrey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bal thakrey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIIB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raj thakrey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maratha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mumbai'/><title type='text'>Vinny's Trap II : Derailed Train in BOMBAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/S7d9y9iiaqI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ok51PhpQ-Sk/s1600/100_1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/S7d9y9iiaqI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ok51PhpQ-Sk/s400/100_1547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455967788049001122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been quite some time since i have not updated the trap.&lt;br /&gt;so here we go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the one i made long ago after the Train journey by Rahul Gandhi in Mumbai &amp; the repercussions after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what problem Thakrey and sons have but certainly they get annoyed with any event that is unexpected for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on Man!!! politics is a game, play like a man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't let anybody lake fun of you, like i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-8247812176988413526?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/8247812176988413526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/04/vinnys-trap-ii-derailed-train-in-bombay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/8247812176988413526'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-1630608168594684688</id><published>2010-04-03T03:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-03T04:19:47.525+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIIB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clash of the titans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>CLASH of The TITANs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/S7Zz-5p1J-I/AAAAAAAAAdo/FWlVbq-zvTk/s1600/clash-of-the-titans-poster-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/S7Zz-5p1J-I/AAAAAAAAAdo/FWlVbq-zvTk/s400/clash-of-the-titans-poster-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455675523071289314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi folks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was my free day after 5 days of struggle with books and other study materials . so i decided to go for a movie..:CLASH OF THE TITANS".&lt;br /&gt;this was a much awaited movie and buzz is all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had observed the amount of talks about the movie, all sorts of marketing stunts , gimmicks and finally the reviews (4 star, 8/10 rating points....).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i decided to go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well story first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie : CLASH OF THE TITANS&lt;br /&gt;Director : unknown&lt;br /&gt;Star cast : Hero " AVATAAR"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story starts with a bang, like KAAL-CHAKRA in mahabharat serial, a narrator explains about ZEUS, HAEDIS &amp; other Greek gods and their deeds/misdeeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the there comes a boy, Persious!!!! he is the hero of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story line is really fantastic one liner:&lt;br /&gt;"Zeus permitted Haedis to unleash hell on earth so that the people on earth start their offering prayers to the god again but this weakened Zeus in turn and energised Haedis whose power lied in the fear of humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one fine day, Haedis killed family of Percious and thus this motivated or triggered  Percious to avenge the death of his parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOPs  i forgot to tell you that Percious was son of ZEUS. i should say illegitimate son of ZEUS as the God himself raped a queen ( Kya culture hai, Greece ka? WoW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were many characters in the movie including blue eyed mummies also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hummfffff................its really boring and tiresome to explain the story here therefore now i will do what i do the best : CRITICISM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Clash of the TiTANS is like titanic, not the block buster TITANIC but the ship that sunk in its maiden journey .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason i am saying this is due to the similarities between the two.&lt;br /&gt;similar to TITANIC SHIP,&lt;br /&gt;it has a big canvass&lt;br /&gt;it is much talked about.&lt;br /&gt;it is very well manufactured.&lt;br /&gt;it involves huge investment&lt;br /&gt;finally,&lt;br /&gt;it sunk all expectations!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take some bullet points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Big canvass movie&lt;br /&gt;2. special effects&lt;br /&gt;3. some interesting scenes ( scorpions)&lt;br /&gt;5. a pretty decent work in showing some fabulous scenes ( dismantling Statue of Zeus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. story ( no story at all)&lt;br /&gt;2. pace (no pace , poor editing)&lt;br /&gt;3. wastage of resources ( poor use of fighters the mortals, MUMMY etc, they never featured as important factor in the movie)&lt;br /&gt;4. weak acting from each actor except the fisherman&lt;br /&gt;5. the intricate copy of the previous movie&lt;br /&gt;6. poor dialogues&lt;br /&gt;7. no fierce battle scene&lt;br /&gt;8. low intensity movie&lt;br /&gt;9. no love affair in this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many more but i am very nice at heart so wont write much about them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to conclude about the movie, &lt;br /&gt;i havent seen the earlier version of this movie but certainly the treatment is not appropriate as far as the pace, intensity and the rationale of the movie is concerned.&lt;br /&gt;also while making such a big canvass movie, the director has to put in some breathtaking scenes and twists and turns but here director failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie didnot lived to the expectations attached to it. (at all for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i have to rate it then i would give 2 stars only for special effects and few positives that i have stated earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i have to name it then i would say "CLASH OF TITANICs : reality turns movie "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but moral of the story is that "apni akkal lagao, baato par naa jao"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-1630608168594684688?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/1630608168594684688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/04/clash-of-titans.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-6911241216011160165</id><published>2010-03-14T00:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-14T01:39:08.531+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIIB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pune'/><title type='text'>2nd sem z gonna finnnnish..</title><content type='html'>hey folks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is march 13th 2010 and it seems life is running in full throttle and the gear is unlikely to shift backwards. the time is passing faster than the clock (looks like), it feels as if yesterday we joined SIIB and today we are one year old here.&lt;br /&gt;6th june, 2009 was the day when i became a part of SIIb and till today, its been a journey full of fun, full of harassments, full of bullying and full of comedy of errors!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have stored many sweet memories in my limited retention capacity provided in brain and certainly its gona be a rich treasure in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me jot down few deadly memories in sequence of priority:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!)GODBOLE : conflict over POTENTIAL....&lt;br /&gt;2)Salil   : Mug case...&lt;br /&gt;3)Manish  : Kedarnath epidemic....&lt;br /&gt;4)Sood    : Tange- Tunge...&lt;br /&gt;5)Aditi   : Meet the stranger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the five best moments that i have on the preference list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the bad memories which i survived and loved alot.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Godbole : revive (twice)&lt;br /&gt;2) Chitnis : Stats trivia ( always unsolved)&lt;br /&gt;3) Azhar khan: discussion over UP&lt;br /&gt;4) finance : an alien language &lt;br /&gt;5) EXIM : a menace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fiends, food for thought for you, comment if you like else share your experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye for NOW..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-6911241216011160165?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/6911241216011160165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/03/2nd-sem-z-gonna-finnnnish.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/6911241216011160165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/6911241216011160165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/03/2nd-sem-z-gonna-finnnnish.html' title='2nd sem z gonna finnnnish..'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-1327105807209553206</id><published>2010-03-07T11:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-07T11:39:53.820+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world cup hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IHf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is sunday morning, date:07-03-2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know by this time i should have completed my finance preparation for test but i didn't. also i should have finished my business appraisal synopsis but again i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;also i should have been happy but i am not, needless to say why..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bcoz India - bharat - hindustan lost to England - Inglistan- vilayat -gr8 britain in the Hockey World Cup'10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no problem with defeat as the better one won the match but the way our boys played was pathetic, horrifying and disgusting. does it really matters to any "mango indians", our so called AAm bhartiya??? i suspect no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really terrified with the way every player played as if they are low on morale, playing of alien land with no knowledge of dribbling, tackling and even no skills to trap the ball cleanly even for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the most disheartening moment arrived this morning when i read the coverage on TOI, there ware praises for the brave heart show put up by the boys against England. ohh come on, any person who knows little of hockey could have easily pointed out the fowl play by the players and the irresponsible show put up by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will go one by one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;defenders:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahadik?? "DIK" in "Awadhi" language means ill and the MAHA-"DIK" means seriously ill, and this guy truly lived up to his name. he couldnot even trapped a single ball cleanly and was hapless, helpless in his own half and certainly not clever enough the pass on the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajpal: captain is no doubt the best player we have right now but his fitness and the frequency of time outs put a big question mark over this big beard clad face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prabhjot: what this guy is doing is beyond my senses, is he a forward, play maker or what???? a serious flaw in the strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are few more in the thrash list but i would not waste much energy and time over them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one a positive side, Shivindra, sardara, chandi, hallappa and d'souza are the men who should be credited with heart out play. they were present in every corner wherever the ball was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India don't need extra-ordinary talent in this game but what it needs is the passion and the devotion for the game. we need somebody who is willing to run for 70 mints and after that saying that the game should be played again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one point of difference is making all the gaps between India and other teams is the fitness and endurance level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets hope that some day, we can see our players overtaking europeans in the ball race and "sound the board"  &amp; make us cheer for the national game.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till that time, give Bharat Ratna to sachin for his another century and keep ready many more for his other centuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-1327105807209553206?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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and&lt;br /&gt;news in my way............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you like please put up comments!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-6436534954534368605?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/6436534954534368605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/02/toothless-tiger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/6436534954534368605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/6436534954534368605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/02/toothless-tiger.html' title='Toothless TIGER'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/S2xmV3JxCXI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qRcn6SPd-90/s72-c/toothless+tiger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-8751556637530903413</id><published>2010-01-26T11:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:02:48.391+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIIB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pune'/><title type='text'>RE-public DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/S16MWoZhqHI/AAAAAAAAAbg/33aBUnAe_Qo/s1600-h/26+4e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/S16MWoZhqHI/AAAAAAAAAbg/33aBUnAe_Qo/s400/26+4e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430932521084889202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy "re_PUBLIC day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all mundane activities took place,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing new at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get up in the morning &amp; get ready for the FLAG hosting ceremony,&lt;br /&gt;again some pleasant words thrown targeting poor students, aahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in New Delhi, hundreds of crores spent on the flower decoration,&lt;br /&gt;stage management, dance groups , managing thousands of people etc etc,&lt;br /&gt;also few hundred crores went in ashes to rope in fighter planes, "choppers" and also to portray the might of Indian army in the form of decorated "Soldiers"- demonstrating their skills of march past and other bravery items etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certainly it is a huge task to manage these kind of programs where you expect the World media and everybody to keep an eagle eye at a slightest mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;therefore everything is thoroughly checked and tested before the final event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know all care is taken by the Cultural Ministry, HRD ministry, Defense ministry and all top officials who get only 2 chance in a year to show their management skills rapped in Patriotism(?).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one thing everybody ignored , u know whom???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yess! a very important thing which is the soul of the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUBLIC........is left behind on "RE-(PUBLIC)-DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking about the work re-PUBLIC, what is signifies?&lt;br /&gt;i think probably, the constitution makers knew one day, everybody will forget about the PUBLIC who make this country, who actually own the country and who are the representative of INDIA,&lt;br /&gt;therefore they devised the term RE-Public which meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE-(member) PUBLIC ............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still after 60 years of being re-PUBLIC, we are still trailing in all growth indexes.&lt;br /&gt;we are the 2nd best country to live in the INDIAN sub-continent only next to BHUTAN......it sounds good isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously we are better off as compared Sri lanka, Bangladesh , Nepal and the most important thing in Indian mindset the PAKISTAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we stand well over 80th rank on the scale of Most coveted place to live in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;similarly there are hundreds of parameters on which we Indians' fail miserably but still we don't regret to call our selves a great NATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are in buttering !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every Indian has mastered this art of buttering their bosses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an engineer oils his project chief,&lt;br /&gt;a doctor oils his/her chief medicos,&lt;br /&gt;a teacher oils principal,&lt;br /&gt;a principal butters her/ his boss to save chair,&lt;br /&gt;a student oils his teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so rightly it had been said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that in India there used to be rivers of Milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the milk has been churned and changed into butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but where is the common man, he can't even butter anybody coz for butter he needs to shell out money...............which he donot have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on yaaar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now let him breath and open his hands to grab his life and hold what he should deserve, but this is not possible because of our honorable politicians and red-tape officers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here politicians are given GOD like treatment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their words can instigate riots,&lt;br /&gt;their words can appease crying soul,&lt;br /&gt;their words can divide the nation,&lt;br /&gt;their words can put hopeless pride in people (ethnocentrism)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their words can't join broken peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their words can't join broken faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their words can't join divided nation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their words can't / shouldn't be the last SAY..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it should be ours that WE can and we WILL DECIDE OUR LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time to tell them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hey! ministers and bureaucrats !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't forget the premiere of the NATION ie, PUBLIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't forget that they are resilient therefore&lt;br /&gt; you guys can have a lavish life,&lt;br /&gt; you can capture big lands for your farm houses, &lt;br /&gt; you can sleep sound with your wives(?)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;don't forget &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YE PUBLIC HAI, SAB JAANTI HAI //&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-8751556637530903413?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/8751556637530903413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/01/re-public-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/8751556637530903413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIIB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rbi'/><title type='text'>RBI-----Blunderrrrr</title><content type='html'>hey GUYYYYSSssssssssssssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am SELECTED AS iNTERNs IN RESERVE BANK OF INDIA !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds crazzy isn't it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truly crazy! i don't have words to explain my feelings so i will take help from a movie.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember lines from the movie "A Beautiful Mind"...........terrified, petrified, stupefied.......so on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways letme tell you about RBI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is the governing body of all economic affairs happening all across India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice intro (isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, the question comes into my mind---Why they selected me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know i was even reluctant to go to RBI on 12th for interview. i finished my PR in chandigarh and joined college on 7th only to see me in the whirlpool of RBI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, the time constraint killed and cramped me completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i am braveheart so didnot lost the hopes and started studying day-night.&lt;br /&gt;my concentration level so grew that even i continued studies when Achal(my roomie) switched off lights .(Hmmmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one fine day, on 12th jan, i performed my dream and made every moves right and finally got the prestigious position in RBI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huuummmmfffff. its really easy to right cheesy language with flowery statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways whatever is written up there is completely nuesense and and height of&lt;br /&gt; stupidity. &lt;br /&gt;i was not taking it seriously at all but had a boundation to attend the &lt;br /&gt;interview process. &lt;br /&gt;anyways me and manish faced the brunch of RBI &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally selected for what we never dream off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Us insaniyat ki kya kadra kare, &lt;br /&gt;jab kabar se utha kar poochte hai, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANAB KAISE HO ?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; our situation was like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; as we had something else in our mind and others?? terrified with the name itself ---RBI. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh ! finally i am into RBI but there has to be big blunders as i gonna b part of that organizzation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hope they will learn something from me at some point of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats to all who made it to RBI and to me as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care guys, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m signing off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-922891879481336349?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;time: 7:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;venue: a very old architecture with red bricks and wooden chairs along with Teak-tables, a waiter in posh-white outfit reminding me of British era, this place is "Coffee House" in the Civil lines area of Allahabad city. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the corner table on my left there were two oldies sitting, &lt;br /&gt;not just sitting though, but sipping there coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complete silence, a pin-drop per say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only the crumble sound of news-paper, if at all turned. both oldies very so carried away with that news-paper article that they forgot the world around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudden electricity fails,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the two said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jyoti Babu chole geche !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was big laugh all around,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was perplexed what electricity has to do with Jyoti babu??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked the gentleman what he meant by that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he offered me a chair and ordered a cup of coffee for me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he told me that both are Bengolis and they were part of Communist&lt;br /&gt;movement in the late sixties and late seventies which was led by &lt;br /&gt;the legend JYOTI babu.&lt;br /&gt;then in later period of time both joined Allahabad University as &lt;br /&gt;Profs and settled here in the heart of this city of intellectuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even after leaving Kolkata 35 years back, they still remember &lt;br /&gt;the intense charisma of Jyoti babu so they decided to remember him&lt;br /&gt;in a very unique way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever light goes, one of them Yells, "Jyoti Babu gone".........&lt;br /&gt;and this is being practiced incessantly from decades without any&lt;br /&gt;break..............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but FINALLY "Jyoti Babu has GONE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;a lagend,&lt;br /&gt;a charisma,&lt;br /&gt;a true leader,&lt;br /&gt;a man of ideals,&lt;br /&gt;have finally departed leaving behind a tale of struggle, success and&lt;br /&gt;managed to survive these long battle of struggle and resistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a grad from Presidency with honors in English and then attained a Law degree&lt;br /&gt;from London, did everything right in all manners.&lt;br /&gt;his accession to Bengal CM post in 1973 and the next 23 years saw a party &lt;br /&gt;growing powerful and the collapse of Kolkata as one of biggest centre of job&lt;br /&gt;opportunity and industries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he tenure was like :&lt;br /&gt;"Grey clouds all around with olden shines all around"&lt;br /&gt;eventually grey area was superseded by the golden (JYOTI) shines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is really a debate that whether he was the most powerful leader or the most acknowledged intellect in the political fraternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but certainly he is the person to see for the inspiration and the the POLE Star to &lt;br /&gt;find the way through the dark.......his jyoti will certainly pave the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Now this morning when i read the news of his demise in the news-paper, the crumbling sound of the paper reminded me of those two oldies in coffee house of Allahabad. i want to know the reaction of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope they will continue the practice of remembering the legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i request you all to remember the Icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yell every time when light goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"JYOTI BABU CHOLE GECHE" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-1637331816438033956?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/S1QFT-5lO8I/AAAAAAAAAas/8ZUCEtS9vxk/s320/100_1431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427969291748457410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/S1QFTeMegeI/AAAAAAAAAak/OqDVyJ5Tkl0/s1600-h/100_1430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/S1QFTeMegeI/AAAAAAAAAak/OqDVyJ5Tkl0/s320/100_1430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427969282969338338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/S1QFSndeAjI/AAAAAAAAAac/YNHVebAZSnY/s1600-h/100_1285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/S1QFSndeAjI/AAAAAAAAAac/YNHVebAZSnY/s320/100_1285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427969268276658738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/S1QFSYADNLI/AAAAAAAAAaU/I_Tk7Iw92jc/s1600-h/100_1426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/S1QFSYADNLI/AAAAAAAAAaU/I_Tk7Iw92jc/s320/100_1426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427969264126735538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you heard about EUREKA EUREKA EUREKA !!!????&lt;br /&gt;certainly u must have but now its time to yell another&lt;br /&gt;one........IGNITED IGNITED IGNITED !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yeah ! &lt;br /&gt;we did it, finally we surpassed all apprehensions and&lt;br /&gt;other barriers and crossed all borders to convey the &lt;br /&gt;message of self-construction &amp; self-motivation.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coelho rightly says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when i decide to do something,&lt;br /&gt;entire world conspires to let it happen !!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these golden words turned true in last 2 days and we &lt;br /&gt;SIIbians made a history of grand success of Ignisense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, let me tell me what i am taking out for myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i along with mukesh and umesh painted the Igni-Circle and&lt;br /&gt;which was used as Igni-logo.&lt;br /&gt;also i painted the basket-ball court wall single handedly &lt;br /&gt;but i take pride to name Mukesh, Umesh, yogesh, jyoti and &lt;br /&gt;all others who contributed immensely to make my dream of &lt;br /&gt;carving out the figures on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;i participated in face painting, tatoo making, flex-painting,&lt;br /&gt;t-shirt designing, and soap-carving as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he he he sounds childish but i managed to win flex-painting!&lt;br /&gt;and in other events there were some bad decisions were against&lt;br /&gt;me ( as happens with Sachin in Australia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was a great experience and certainly a fresh breather to&lt;br /&gt;fight my way in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you guys very soon with new post very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-7070404150642473041?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/7070404150642473041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2010/01/ignited-ignited-ignited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-4951769556389790388</id><published>2009-12-20T16:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-20T16:20:15.698+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Vinny's Trap</title><content type='html'>hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;i have found a unique way of posting my sketches and u can find all my sketches &lt;br /&gt;in the PICASA web album from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get on to this link and find Your faculty members and friends get caught in the TRAp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;link: http://picasaweb.google.com/tripathi2vinod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-4951769556389790388?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://picasaweb.google.com/tripathi2vinod' title='Vinny&apos;s Trap'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/Sy0Po3GAgCI/AAAAAAAAAYs/jQg3w_XRkn8/s320/100_0713.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417003121454907426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/Sy0Pob9261I/AAAAAAAAAYk/LT8AX2P6GKs/s1600-h/100_0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/Sy0Pob9261I/AAAAAAAAAYk/LT8AX2P6GKs/s320/100_0803.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417003114172967762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulshi Kisan Mela” &lt;br /&gt;One of its kind and one of the largest in India in terms of the corporate participation and the total number of footfalls here.&lt;br /&gt;I am here from last 3 days and this is the fourth and last day of this “kisan fare”. Feeling quite releaved and I must say that its been a real fun and a great experience in terms of the “On road Sales” .&lt;br /&gt;72 hours have been passed and now I can say that I am well versed in ground level marketing and publicity of the Symbiosis Brand.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnot count but I can say that I have interacted at least a thousand farmers and working executives here in this Kisan Mela. This is for the very obvious reason “ASHWAGANDHA”………………&lt;br /&gt;Ashwagandha : a name which is haunting me and the entire team from last 6 months and I am really F**ked up with the Ashwa…. Gandh and really this smell has kept me busy all the time scolding our GOD. This God is tangible, existing that we can see , touch , feel and get scared of.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm its really good to be atheist ………….now I feel and feel stronger to carry on this good work.&lt;br /&gt;“God is someone who is remembered when there is no-space to escape and when there is no one to look at---------to someone it may be a strength and power to overcome problems.&lt;br /&gt;To me it sounds awkward and foolish but above all SELFISH. I cant be selfish to the GOD which has given me strength when I did not had the understanding of myself and the world around me!&lt;br /&gt;Seems I have diverted from the core issue which is KISAN MELA,&lt;br /&gt;Lets get back to the topic again:&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: 15/12/2009:&lt;br /&gt;Morning: &lt;br /&gt;day one, we were sent to this KISAN MELA for the purpose of Marketing Research of Ashwagandha  but it proved to be a disaster for most of us in the team as there were almost no respondent for us!&lt;br /&gt;Terrified, petrified and stupefied……………&lt;br /&gt;We resumed the day, struggling to get through the language barrier and the Non-response errors!&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon: &lt;br /&gt;By this time, everybody’s face went pale and there was no sign of enthu and energy to go for work anymore. &lt;br /&gt;Hey I forgot to tell you, by this time almost entire KISAN MELA came to know that a hoard of students from Symbiosis has arrived and trying to encroach privacy of the people in the Kisan Fare. &lt;br /&gt;Now:  Post afternoon session:&lt;br /&gt;Battery finished and nothing left in the body and mind to offer……………..&lt;br /&gt;Even I am not left with any energy to  push my fingers to type.............................but I will!&lt;br /&gt;Days passed, dates changed but not the DESTINY………………&lt;br /&gt;After finishing day three in the mela, we barely managed to gather just 42+ respondents but see other groups ----------those bloody craps managed more than 100- respondents!&lt;br /&gt;This is fourth and final day of this huge event:&lt;br /&gt;Four guys : Fourth day:::::::::::::::::::hmmmmm we are here again for the PR of the college as we are pre-occupied with burdens of work. But I am sure life will turn shiny and soft after this event and it will be more greener than it looks .&lt;br /&gt;With this hope…………..i bid adeau to all my farmer friends and our great INDIAN FAMILY OF FARMERs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-3754278660726312198?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/3754278660726312198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/12/kisan-indias-largest-kisan-fare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/3754278660726312198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/3754278660726312198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/12/kisan-indias-largest-kisan-fare.html' title='KISAN----India&apos;s largest Kisan fare!'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/Sy0Po3GAgCI/AAAAAAAAAYs/jQg3w_XRkn8/s72-c/100_0713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-6508461677708776968</id><published>2009-12-15T21:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:47:57.885+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketch'/><title type='text'>Vinny's Trap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/Sye2ZRfat9I/AAAAAAAAATg/2tOn1jCg08I/s1600-h/100_0485.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/Sye2ZRfat9I/AAAAAAAAATg/2tOn1jCg08I/s320/100_0485.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/Sye2ZgtrASI/AAAAAAAAATo/VMlRYXartLA/s1600-h/100_0488.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/Sye2ZgtrASI/AAAAAAAAATo/VMlRYXartLA/s320/100_0488.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/Sye2Z8NEJfI/AAAAAAAAATw/p7KFIJq6Rv0/s1600-h/100_0489.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/Sye2Z8NEJfI/AAAAAAAAATw/p7KFIJq6Rv0/s320/100_0489.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/Sye2aThl61I/AAAAAAAAAT4/-vV4DURJSyA/s1600-h/100_0491.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/Sye2aThl61I/AAAAAAAAAT4/-vV4DURJSyA/s320/100_0491.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; 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height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SyOsfx9ZFUI/AAAAAAAAASw/hXOtcXZyviE/s200/100_0648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414360839016224066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehy guys,&lt;br /&gt;once again they failed to put up a good show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again they tried hard to climb the heights &lt;br /&gt;but lost creeping on the edges!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i am talking about ...NEEV.......!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where SC*HRD failed to build castles which they &lt;br /&gt;had thought(?)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only good thing in the show was the presence &lt;br /&gt;of Army camp and few towering flags, not because &lt;br /&gt;they were attractive because they were like patch up&lt;br /&gt;to the torn trousers!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways "i should not pull them down as to pull somebody &lt;br /&gt;u need to go below them".......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its time to get the height and what could be the better&lt;br /&gt;way than the IGNISENSE where SIIB'ians do the sensible things&lt;br /&gt;and talk sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the countdown has began and now this is time to pull your &lt;br /&gt;socks and tighten your belts to set the tune of grand success!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talk sense" lets prove it this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to start with the this aim, here is the LOGO : Ignisense:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the concept behind the logo is :&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Green color to symbolize Green Ignisense.&lt;br /&gt;2. Blue color depicts sky which symbolizes our aim to take Ignisense sky high.&lt;br /&gt;3. The igniting red color symbolizes the fire of enthusiasm in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously a gr8 thought and a gr8 effort behind the LOGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guys lets jump in with all energy and enthu to make it the &lt;br /&gt;biggest hit fest of Symbiosis family.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignite the world around you,&lt;br /&gt;lets start within first!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-5637682390258449571?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/5637682390258449571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/12/after-poor-showlets-ignite-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/5637682390258449571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/5637682390258449571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/12/after-poor-showlets-ignite-everything.html' title='after Poor Show..........lets ignite everything!!!'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SyOt1qzsJ7I/AAAAAAAAATA/QL1DpifMinQ/s72-c/igni+logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-3793397274921650975</id><published>2009-12-12T00:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:09:37.493+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UNITY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TELANGANA'/><title type='text'>Telangana State......?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SyKRfF5gV4I/AAAAAAAAASg/O5HeNOJehZU/s1600-h/telangana.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SyKRfF5gV4I/AAAAAAAAASg/O5HeNOJehZU/s400/telangana.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414049665398101890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again this is happening in india..... one more part of India is playing the foul game of division where the sectarian forces led by politicians are going to cut an  divide the age old tradition of unity and equality..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am talking about TELANGANA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this word is in news from quite a while for  the huge agitation by TRS and its chief  Mr.K.chandra shekhar rao.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether KSR is doing a job of patron or playing  a mere political gimmick.....i dont know but the thing i want to mention here is that the reason  behind the demand of separation is against the constitution and also against the very concept  of UNITY IN DIVERsity".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason being the LANGUAGE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us know about telangana, what it is , how it  is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telangana or Telingana or Telengana (Telugu: తెలంగాణ) is a region and proposed new state currently part  of Andhra Pradesh in India. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name means "land of Telugus".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It corresponds to the Telugu speaking part of the erstwhile princely state of Hyderabad. The region  lies on the Deccan plateau to the west of the Eastern  Ghats range, and includes the northwestern interior  districts of Warangal, Adilabad, Khammam, Mahabubnagar , Nalgonda, Rangareddy, Karimnagar, Nizamabad, Medak, and the state capital, Hyderabad. The Krishna and  Godavari rivers flow through the region from west to east...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is ironical in nature as this Telangana was merged with Andhra in 1956 with many apprehensions about the the composition of the merger. Telangana was not clear about its fate after the merger but the economic power  of the Andhra who liquor and Tobacco revenue were huge! this merger was called A Gentlemen's Agreement" .a "Gentlemen's agreement" provided reassurances to the  Telangana people as well to Andhra people in terms of  power sharing as well as administrative domicile rules  and distribution of expenses of various regions.  This agreement is known as Gentlemen's agreement  of Andhra Pradesh (1956).......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now after 53 years, the demand for separate telangana is like a phoenix coming out of coffin............ashes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new action: LATEST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first week of Dec 2009, the TRS president, K. Chandrashekar Rao (KCR) started a fast-unto-death  demanding that the Congress party introduce a Telangana  bill in the Parliament. Student organizations, employee  unions and various organizations joined the movement.  The decline of KCR's health has contributed to a sense of urgency for the central government to take a decision on  the issue of Telangana statehood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wht next:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all set to the birth of a new state in Indian peninsular  with unique identity...but the question is how much time and money will be required to execute this shift of power to  telangana and andhara??? its already speculated that almost 2 years are required to  form the Telangana state which will be capable of working as a full fledged power!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever time it takes, let it be! only thing as an Indian i pray is that Integrity should be intact and this should be the soul of all states....____________ ""SAARE JAHAN SE ACCHA,  HINDUSTAN.................."""&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-3793397274921650975?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SxudUz0bQ4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/48jZMHjj4fo/s1600-h/100_0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SxudUz0bQ4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/48jZMHjj4fo/s400/100_0467.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412092358048826242"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SxudUcubw3I/AAAAAAAAALI/FVH9AUXtZuA/s1600-h/100_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SxudUcubw3I/AAAAAAAAALI/FVH9AUXtZuA/s400/100_0550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412092351849677682"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen a bird????????&lt;br /&gt;there are thousands of species of birds &lt;br /&gt;in the world and the relation between them &lt;br /&gt;and the human is an interesting thing to &lt;br /&gt;look at!!!!&lt;br /&gt;but the question arises is that, why the hell&lt;br /&gt;am i talking about the birds today instead of &lt;br /&gt;something which i love to write about always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer is not trivial though!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer is attributed to the MRA-(Moral Re-armament)&lt;br /&gt;which inspired me to go through INITIATIVE OF CHANGE.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this initiative brought a sea change in me in the form &lt;br /&gt;of self confidence and the social acceptability!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this initiative gave me a chance to introspect and &lt;br /&gt;search the hidden vinny which i had lost long ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there in the Japanese Garden i found the birds( see pic)&lt;br /&gt;which gave me a raw theory of life which i named as&lt;br /&gt;the BIRD THEORY.....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIRD THEORY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first thing that attracts me towards a &lt;br /&gt;Bird is the "CHIRPING" of the bird, their &lt;br /&gt;way of jumping here and there on the branches&lt;br /&gt;and finally their lovely and attractive way of&lt;br /&gt;flying..........everything inspires to live and&lt;br /&gt;live energetically.!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;energetically?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes indeed!&lt;br /&gt;have you seen any bird lazy enough to deny a flight &lt;br /&gt;when u approach to her??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me a BIRD constitutes of three basic parts":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) HEAD&lt;br /&gt;2) WINGS&lt;br /&gt;3) TAIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now again a question arises as y m i taking these&lt;br /&gt;three into account?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer is again very simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found these attributes in me, even every human&lt;br /&gt;can relate itself to these three.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you how:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tail:&lt;br /&gt;it gives the bird, balance and acts as radar which&lt;br /&gt;gives her the needed thrust to change the direction&lt;br /&gt;as and when required!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wings:&lt;br /&gt;this is the power to fly,&lt;br /&gt;this is most important gift to a bird&lt;br /&gt;and it enables the bird to &lt;br /&gt;reach the sky and keep herself ahead of everything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head:&lt;br /&gt;but above all is the HEAD! it gives the vision to find &lt;br /&gt;her path, it gives the power to decide your future&lt;br /&gt;action which makes the bird ..............PHOENIX!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now think about all three traits and relate it to &lt;br /&gt;yourself.........can you?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, take my example.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the HEAD: &lt;br /&gt;this means i had the decision making&lt;br /&gt;power and i was having the needed zeal and desire to &lt;br /&gt;go on my path..........path of success!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even i had the WINGS:&lt;br /&gt;i had the will to fly high and make my mark......&lt;br /&gt;i had all the traits to go on and fight out all&lt;br /&gt;kinda situations and pave my way to success...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnot had the TAIL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what it means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnot had the balance,&lt;br /&gt;i didnot had the consistency,&lt;br /&gt;i didnot had the acceptance of my weaknesses!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel that i got my tail back and this is the time&lt;br /&gt;when i can say that yes!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my BIRD.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the BIRD Theory!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about this and please come up with your comments &lt;br /&gt;about the bird you have!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the VIDEO made for the IOFC 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SxudUz0bQ4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/48jZMHjj4fo/s72-c/100_0467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-5048073219615070334</id><published>2009-11-26T12:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-26T12:56:05.007+05:30</updated><title type='text'>26-11-2008------26-11-2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/Sw4tIMm90TI/AAAAAAAAAKo/vfSKJtW7gV4/s1600/3067498023_855028ee91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/Sw4tIMm90TI/AAAAAAAAAKo/vfSKJtW7gV4/s400/3067498023_855028ee91.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408309821365408050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one year.........365 days........52 weeks..........did we learnt???????&lt;br /&gt;lets see...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“SPIRITS AND THE SPIRIT” are the words which certainly fascinate you and me all the time………………………………..may be throughout our life time…………….BUT……………&lt;br /&gt;But this fascination fades away as we come across same spirit in the face of an evil.&lt;br /&gt;You may look at them with love as their faces were cute, looks were contemporary&lt;br /&gt;and sophisticated, behavior was as elegant as it can be expected from an elite person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to contrary to all things narrated above, was their act!!!!!!!..........HEINOUS ACT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This took place on Dec’26th 2008 in the heart of the commercial capital of India—MUMBAI.&lt;br /&gt;The city known for its liveliness and the energy flowing out all time to inspire the dead man&lt;br /&gt;To live again upto the brim.&lt;br /&gt;The city of DREAMS never had even the nightmare of such act,&lt;br /&gt;it was blitzcreig ,&lt;br /&gt;unobserved&lt;br /&gt;And un-sought for even.&lt;br /&gt;The blitzcreig left thousands mourning and millions in shock and aw!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;This is something which put entire India on hold…………….roads were deserted as India was&lt;br /&gt;Stuck to their television sets to have a glimpse of somebody coming out of TAJ on his/her feet.&lt;br /&gt;Certainly it was the time when entire India was a burning bowl of oil which wanted to spill&lt;br /&gt;Over the MIND_BehinD THE ====ATTACK……the Pakistani tyrants.&lt;br /&gt;These coward people never gathered the courage to fight with the might of Indian Army but&lt;br /&gt;They targeted the poor public and victimized thousands of women, men and children.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever their ambition was, is or will be ……………..one thing is certain that they are gonna get&lt;br /&gt;Nothing  out of it and will land up in the land of wows and sorrow at the end…..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;br /&gt;The question is …………&lt;br /&gt;‘where we are going to end up with the offensive approach of the ENEMY”??&lt;br /&gt;This is the question which kept on creeping and pinching me throughout the night and finally I came to conclusion that &lt;br /&gt;WE are in a battle ……………………&lt;br /&gt;Where we are helping the invader……………….&lt;br /&gt;The MUMBAI attack would not have been possible if the insiders wouldn’t have  helped them&lt;br /&gt;In procuring ammunitions&lt;br /&gt;Habitat&lt;br /&gt;And the needed hideouts………………………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that matter I can say that Pakistan is not out enemy, &lt;br /&gt;They don’t deserve to be our enemy as they don’t stand anyway &lt;br /&gt;In front of INDIA……..&lt;br /&gt;It is we who make it or break it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets join in hands and fight the internal bout with the insiders&lt;br /&gt;And make our nation proud and strong &lt;br /&gt;As ever it was……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-5048073219615070334?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/5048073219615070334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/11/26-11-2008-26-11-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/5048073219615070334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/5048073219615070334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/11/26-11-2008-26-11-2009.html' title='26-11-2008------26-11-2009'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/Sw4tIMm90TI/AAAAAAAAAKo/vfSKJtW7gV4/s72-c/3067498023_855028ee91.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-1273260634892187928</id><published>2009-11-17T22:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-17T23:50:40.572+05:30</updated><title type='text'>NAXALISM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SwLo43k85gI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ORxNStlGQt4/s1600/The_Red_Corridor_ver_1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SwLo43k85gI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ORxNStlGQt4/s400/The_Red_Corridor_ver_1.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405138566487270914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SwLo4oV2zBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Gf_CYcP2m3o/s1600/westbengal_naxal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SwLo4oV2zBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Gf_CYcP2m3o/s400/westbengal_naxal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405138562397424658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAXAL : SOUNDS as if some thing which is very earthy thing which rose through the son of the soils. started against the landlords and the CPI cadre in West Bengal,it has covered thousands miles in last 60 odd years to become a cancer which has spread across the nation. the Red Corridor as the name given to the infected (affected) area has seen the worse in the resent past in terms of atrocities and causalities by the hands of maoist guerrillas. &lt;br /&gt;From the Ministry of Home Affairs it has been stated that:&lt;br /&gt;1996: 156 deaths&lt;br /&gt;1997: 428 deaths&lt;br /&gt;1998: 270 deaths&lt;br /&gt;1999: 363 deaths&lt;br /&gt;2000: 50 deaths&lt;br /&gt;2001: 100+ deaths&lt;br /&gt;2002: 140 deaths&lt;br /&gt;2003: 451 deaths&lt;br /&gt;2004: 500+ deaths&lt;br /&gt;2005: 892 deaths&lt;br /&gt;2006: 749 deaths&lt;br /&gt;2007: (as of September 30, 2007) 384 deaths&lt;br /&gt;(related to Naxalite insurgency)&lt;br /&gt;2008: 938 casualties (including 38 Maoists).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009: Naxalites separatists struck at the first phase of elections on 16 April, 2009 in Bihar, Chattisgarh and Jharkhand killing 18 civilians and security forces. Later, on 23 April, 2009, they also struck in the second phase of polling in Jamshedpur and surrounding areas in Jharkhand injuring several member of the polling party. May 2009: 16 police die in suspected Maoist attack &lt;br /&gt;The BBC maintains that upwards of 6,000 people have died in the Naxal uprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these facts shows the xtent of naxal brutalities and their mindless actions in poorest areas of the country where need of the hour is to let the government machinery to work in tandem with the villagers so as to lead them to prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guns are not the friend of poors but the plow is!&lt;br /&gt;the requirement is food, shelter, healthcare, education and prosperity which can come through the peace only .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the biggest question here 'how to attain and maintain peace?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solution is complex like the path of SILVER LINING which proposes to kill on the basis of theory of Mao Zeodong . the solution lies in the hand of common man only.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;but seems there is a tough path to move on in search of peace, &lt;br /&gt;hereby i am stopping as there is alot more to put into thoughts but not without preparation.&lt;br /&gt;so bye folks!!!&lt;br /&gt;will catch u soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-1273260634892187928?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/1273260634892187928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/11/naxalism.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/1273260634892187928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/1273260634892187928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/11/naxalism.html' title='NAXALISM'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SwLo43k85gI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ORxNStlGQt4/s72-c/The_Red_Corridor_ver_1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-3635441845422695238</id><published>2009-11-10T14:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:20:13.411+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harmony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>AN INDIAN'S CRY.............</title><content type='html'>An Indians’ CRY…....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marathi Manoooooos……………whats that???&lt;br /&gt;I acknowledge only one manoooos…………..the common man!&lt;br /&gt;The common man ---R.K.LAXMAN’S COMMON MAN!&lt;br /&gt;Indian middle class&lt;br /&gt;who is always sandwiched between the rocky roughness of corruption and politics.&lt;br /&gt;Once  again  this has happening in Maharashtra.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand few things what Mr. &lt;em&gt;SWAR&lt;/em&gt;_Raj wants to convey as Marathi pride………&lt;br /&gt;1) Where was Raj, when there were thousands of MARATHI MANOOS committing suicide in Vidarbha and Marathwada.?      &lt;br /&gt; ( still suicides are prevalent)&lt;br /&gt;2) Where was Raj, when terrorists rocked Mumbai in December last year? ( in his safe house)&lt;br /&gt;3) Where was Raj, when there were 1993 riots? ( Was he a child that time, a spoon fed baby)&lt;br /&gt;These three questions are like triangle problem to me whose angles are so obtuse that it is difficult to figure out the area of the triangle.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand, what they  gonna provide to Marathi common man?&lt;br /&gt;1) an identity of ruckus?&lt;br /&gt;2) an identity of mindless goondas?&lt;br /&gt;3) an identity of frustrated manoos who is incapable of meeting food twice a day on his own?&lt;br /&gt;Certainly not in their ideology but this is the stamp they have pasted over the Maharashtra!&lt;br /&gt;A taboo which an educated Marathi will never accept as he/she must be Indian first, Marathi second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I analyze the culture of North and Marathi culture then I find these peculiar things:&lt;br /&gt;• We share common cultural dress : DHOTI &amp; KURTA/ SARI.&lt;br /&gt;• We share common religions : HINDU, ISLAM…….&lt;br /&gt;• We share common names : SACHIN, SHIVA JI,……………&lt;br /&gt;• We share common script : DEVANAGRI………………………….&lt;br /&gt;• We share common movies: BOLLYWOOD………………………..…&lt;br /&gt;• We share common foodies: CHAVAL-DAL/ POORI-BHAJI………&lt;br /&gt;• We share common currency : RUPEES………&lt;br /&gt;• We share common national flag, national song, national emblem!&lt;br /&gt;• Even &lt;br /&gt;• We share common filths…………….m-----ch—d, be----od etc.&lt;br /&gt;CAN RAJ TELL ME THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN US???&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Probably YES! As his spects are coloured in his ideology ……&lt;br /&gt;….ah not an ideo…y but an extremist exaggeration of his day dreamzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;…………&lt;br /&gt;what i should think of him?&lt;br /&gt;1) a painter from JJ School of Arts?&lt;br /&gt;2) A son of a musician, who wanted to work for WALT DISNEY?&lt;br /&gt;3) A business man who shelled out 421 crore for KOHINOOR MILL??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever he is, if he is doing good for his people, its appreciable but please not at the cost of others body!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I still remember when Raj was yet to come to political platform, &lt;br /&gt;I had the first glimpse of Raj in a magazine when he was snapped along with BALA SAHEB!&lt;br /&gt;I am big fan of BAL THAKREY, so when I came to know about the common traits of Raj with senior Thakrey, I was happiest one in this world………….reason?&lt;br /&gt;I always related myself to BALA SAHEB because of caricature expertise so I had one more hero to relate with.&lt;br /&gt;when I see Raj’s poster, it attracts me as common man.&lt;br /&gt;He’s got a pleasant personality. &lt;br /&gt;But as a cartoonist when I think of portraying his image then I can see his face in the foreground but…………&lt;br /&gt;The background is a disaster.&lt;br /&gt; I see hooligans beating a poor on street. &lt;br /&gt; I see goondas disrupting the life on street.&lt;br /&gt; I see blood of fellow Indians…………..a north Indian in their terms!&lt;br /&gt; I see a divided INDIA, divided between &lt;br /&gt;RASHTRA v/s&lt;br /&gt;MAHA-RASHTRA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-3635441845422695238?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/3635441845422695238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/11/indians-cry.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/3635441845422695238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/3635441845422695238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/11/indians-cry.html' title='AN INDIAN&apos;S CRY.............'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-8320998641918047773</id><published>2009-10-26T14:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:55:13.220+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stats finishhhhh.....ab .GANDHI baba ki........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SuWxN8WBKYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lqWsuhyeZuw/s1600-h/261020091463g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SuWxN8WBKYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lqWsuhyeZuw/s400/261020091463g.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396914581568301442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm, &lt;br /&gt;hope u all read about my pathetic condition &lt;br /&gt;during STATS preparation. well probably i &lt;br /&gt;faired enough to get passing marks (HOPE).&lt;br /&gt;but the start of the paper was intriguing as&lt;br /&gt;in initial 10 mints it was like a butter and&lt;br /&gt;i am the heated knife to cut thru' the pot.&lt;br /&gt;but as i started my bout with questions all &lt;br /&gt;illusions and d illusions faded.......one &lt;br /&gt;after another fondled and finally i ended up&lt;br /&gt;with have baked problems/solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when there  is will, therz' the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to finished up the paper with the &lt;br /&gt;feel of pride (about which i discussed in  &lt;br /&gt;the previous post) and now with my lappi on &lt;br /&gt;my lap to shoot this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what next???( your question! isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCM-supply chain management!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this subject is interesting yet challenging&lt;br /&gt;as we guys are xpert in this field. be it &lt;br /&gt;supply of rumors, be it supply of news about&lt;br /&gt;strawberry toffies from Shinde(my friend!),&lt;br /&gt;be it the fun loving Soods' "tange-tunge" or&lt;br /&gt;finally be it the supply chain of CLASS NOTES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the last act is very pleasing but at&lt;br /&gt;the same moment it acrid in taste as the notes&lt;br /&gt;you supplied to others never comes back from &lt;br /&gt;expected channel partner. either supplier changes&lt;br /&gt;or the state of your notes gets changed into &lt;br /&gt;something i call alien format. page no. 2,5 ,6....&lt;br /&gt;instead of simple numerics 1,2,3,4........$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm it would be injustice to Doc' Manish,if i&lt;br /&gt;dont mention about him in this high time, who&lt;br /&gt;always shuts his CASTLE during papers but all in &lt;br /&gt;vain as the encircling armies manage to get in&lt;br /&gt;to the castle and xplore Manish's patience!!!!&lt;br /&gt;well, its all about the clients that Doc' handles&lt;br /&gt;almost every now and then!*(top secret of D-hostel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see what Gandhi BABA has kept for us, hope it&lt;br /&gt;wont be as his classes used to be. its always been&lt;br /&gt;butterflies over the head during his confusing way &lt;br /&gt;of teaching. though pretty nice way of teaching but&lt;br /&gt;the "Einstein brained" guys like me always get F**'ed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its time to have a sleep and then wake a fresh &lt;br /&gt;for the real SUPPLY CHAIN in the night!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that i have to find the channel member who &lt;br /&gt;has kept my notes and not returned !! GGGrrrrrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodluck to me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-8320998641918047773?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/8320998641918047773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/10/stats-finishhhhhab-gandhi-baba-ki.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/8320998641918047773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/8320998641918047773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/10/stats-finishhhhhab-gandhi-baba-ki.html' title='Stats finishhhhh.....ab .GANDHI baba ki........'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SuWxN8WBKYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lqWsuhyeZuw/s72-c/261020091463g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-6822950528030574176</id><published>2009-10-25T03:42:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-25T04:40:06.882+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIIB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXAMS'/><title type='text'>STATS kya hota hai????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SuOJEWBQdqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_4agOIlEAss/s1600-h/18112007230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SuOJEWBQdqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_4agOIlEAss/s400/18112007230.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396307486243321506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why EXAMs Come???&lt;br /&gt;IS there anybody who can answer this question?&lt;br /&gt;Probably not!&lt;br /&gt;but certainly the person who had invented this&lt;br /&gt;unique idea of torturing "burning brains" like &lt;br /&gt;me, shouldn't attain the peace even in his coffin!!&lt;br /&gt;we have to suffer torture in classes (sitting for &lt;br /&gt;long hours!), in guest lectures and of course the &lt;br /&gt;internals which screwed us throughout the semester!!&lt;br /&gt;and think about the situations when we are &lt;br /&gt;sleeping on our chairs and have to pretend as if &lt;br /&gt;we are attentive in class.&lt;br /&gt;(brutal "violation of sleeping&lt;br /&gt;rights" ! isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now take this example:&lt;br /&gt;its almost 4 am of 25th October when i m writing this&lt;br /&gt;post. m i nocturnal? not at all!!! but i m made by one&lt;br /&gt;of my biggest enemies--------EXAMINATIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STATS.........u got it right man! the monster of sem-1.&lt;br /&gt;this particular subject made sure that i shouldnt look&lt;br /&gt;at the mirror with pride that i am a good student at all.&lt;br /&gt;huh! its like the marshy land where more you try to come&lt;br /&gt;out of shit, the more you get deeper into that..........&lt;br /&gt;STATS makes sure that ur brain becomes STATIC which means&lt;br /&gt;a lockade in the brain- a chemical locccha! &lt;br /&gt;but my funda is very clear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More study More confusion,&lt;br /&gt;No STUDY No CONFUSION!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so its cool out here ( weather yaar) but its hot inside the&lt;br /&gt;rooms with heavy discussions of variables which i dont know &lt;br /&gt;why gets related to answers which varies as compared to the &lt;br /&gt;correct one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM samples have distributed HYPOTHESES in my brain that &lt;br /&gt;its not my cup of tea and the tails of it has fragmented my &lt;br /&gt;brain into lower TAIL and Upper TAIL.,,,,,,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the ESTIMATION is difficult, how far i will go with stats&lt;br /&gt;but for sure the PROBABILITY of getting marks is APPROXIMATELY&lt;br /&gt;nil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm before this day everything was alright.&lt;br /&gt;LIFE was smooth as a velvet and was going on&lt;br /&gt;like a gentle ride of m-BenZ. but donno why &lt;br /&gt;the XAMs happen every now-n-then and take all &lt;br /&gt;pleasures and fun out of your life just like&lt;br /&gt;a cow-boy does with the herd of cattle and drive&lt;br /&gt;them away from pastures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i m away from my eye-tonics, those brighter sides &lt;br /&gt;of my college life. &lt;br /&gt;now, uncertainty has replaced the peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;the uncertainty of getting passing marks!&lt;br /&gt;the uncertainty of getting lost pride again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of xams.....i wanna see myself again&lt;br /&gt;in the mirror with           "PRIDE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this hour, i remember GURU RABINDRA NATH TAGORE-&lt;br /&gt;who wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN BHAIY MUKT HO JAHA,&lt;br /&gt;AUR MASTAK UUNCHA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ie, get me some place where i can live with pride &lt;br /&gt;and without fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want the same, &lt;br /&gt;so friends plz pray for me that &lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt fall prey to STat........s!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODLUCK TO ME!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-6822950528030574176?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/6822950528030574176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/10/stats-kya-hota-hai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/6822950528030574176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/6822950528030574176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/10/stats-kya-hota-hai.html' title='STATS kya hota hai????'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SuOJEWBQdqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_4agOIlEAss/s72-c/18112007230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-790309713425708602</id><published>2009-10-17T00:23:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-17T01:17:06.850+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bachpan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='familiy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deepawali'/><title type='text'>EVERY CHILD'S DREAM......DEEPAWALI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/StjNpJ-qdzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/HmZnbq39CEw/s1600-h/noname.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 89px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/StjNpJ-qdzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/HmZnbq39CEw/s400/noname.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393286660713248562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEEPAWALI-the biggest fest of North India or i must say entire India. certainly a festival which attracts everybody, every soul, be it a Hindu, a Muslim or be it any other ethnicity, this is a festival which makes you to enjoy and imbibe the feel of it.&lt;br /&gt;obviously its my favorite and therefore this is the day I always look for.&lt;br /&gt;but this time, everything is different and everything uncommon as compared to other years that have been past in last 23 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time, &lt;br /&gt;I am not at my home,&lt;br /&gt;I am not with my brother,&lt;br /&gt;I am not with my "MA"...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this hour is taking my life, it is making me feel like run away and board a train, bus, plane or whatever that can deliver me home before the Diwali night. but i can't......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from last 23 years, its been fun in Diwali, i don wana forget those competitions which made me arrogant in my early days:&lt;br /&gt;the competition of high decibels of  bullet bombs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those ambitious rockets that make us fight whose reached the pinnacle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those Sutli bombs (in bihar) whose deafening sound was so exiting that could made me to dare to ignite them even taking them in hand and then throw as far as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those charkhi jumps over the sparks coming out of it..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm allllllot to remember and alot to laugh at my foolish yet interesting childhood days.&lt;br /&gt;Certainly seemz, an era have passed by. &lt;br /&gt;Now everybody talks about Eco-friendly diwali......ha ha ha rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;Those guys who talks of eco-friendly diwali should stop illuminating their houses with electric bulbs first,&lt;br /&gt;They should stop using air conditioners first........above all&lt;br /&gt;They should keep their mouths shut and let every child and every child-heart enjoy the deepawali and accumulate memories of this beautiful time----the diwali time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like the diwali night, everybody tries to keep his desires burning when in dark(adverse conditions) but when the brighter phase comes into your life( morning) you jump out off your bed and pull up your socks to make your burning desire come true!!!!!!!!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i am writing this text, its almost 1 o'clock of 17/10/2009 so finally the day has arrived for which i was waiting from one year. but i am not happy for myself.&lt;br /&gt;i am sitting alone in my hostel room, having other two beds vacant as both partners have gone to their respective homes.&lt;br /&gt;but i am happy for all those who are with their families this day.......and who will be with their families on this night.......the Diwali night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not this is the high time to wish you all a very happy and prosperous DEEPAWALI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so friends,........................................................Keep burning!!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-790309713425708602?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/790309713425708602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/10/every-childs-dreamdeepawali.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/790309713425708602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/790309713425708602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/10/every-childs-dreamdeepawali.html' title='EVERY CHILD&apos;S DREAM......DEEPAWALI'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/StjNpJ-qdzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/HmZnbq39CEw/s72-c/noname.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-4623614126989125436</id><published>2009-10-14T23:07:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:49:09.125+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kashmir'/><title type='text'>WHAT YOU SAy----- R U an INDIAN???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/StYUrxQ_gKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n4r9WhGweJU/s1600-h/Kashmir_2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/StYUrxQ_gKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n4r9WhGweJU/s400/Kashmir_2007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392520346014285986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/StYUrB9iOwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zv-BrarxINo/s1600-h/in-map.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/StYUrB9iOwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zv-BrarxINo/s400/in-map.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392520333316209410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A QUESTION: "KASHMIR"?&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER::::: "KASHMIR"!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question has been raised thousand times but the answer is .......blank.&lt;br /&gt;"Point Blank", today, will try to raise the question again and will try to &lt;br /&gt;provide the answer as well.&lt;br /&gt;You have to tell, how correct "PB" is and where "PB" went wrong!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have given few maps of India where the "kashmir" is portrayed in a manner &lt;br /&gt;that it is not a part of India. the source of the map is https://www.cia.gov/library/publications/the-world-factbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the entire world is portraying this map, do INDIA stands anywhere in the&lt;br /&gt;International politics to show his mettle? probably not!&lt;br /&gt;this is the curse which Mr.Nehru gave India when he took Kashmir issue to UN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now "PB" will put some facts about the view points regarding "Kashmir map" of both sides viz, India and&lt;br /&gt;Pak(?)istan( source WIKI......[ aslo CHINA ( a player under the blanket).]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each government issues maps depicting their claims in Kashmir as part of their territory, regardless of actual control.&lt;br /&gt;It is illegal in India to exclude all or part of Kashmir in a map. It is also illegal in Pakistan not to include the state of Jammu and Kashmir as disputed territory, as permitted by the United Nations*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the important point* here is that the map published by CIA do not recognize disputed Kashmir as a disputed area instead it has shown it as a part of PAKISTAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Government of India states that "the external artificial boundaries of India, especially concerning the Kashmir region under its jurisdiction created by a foreign body are neither correct nor authenticated", the only truth is that Kashmir is an integral part of INDIA and it will be!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as an Indian i feel that this is weakness of a government to allow such websites&lt;br /&gt;and portal which show/publish the detached kashmir map. as this act has changed the &lt;br /&gt;mindset of the people, i remember one incidence in recent past where, during a &lt;br /&gt;presentation in the class room, India's map was shown which was having the wrong depiction of KASHMIR and Arunachal Pradesh. this was not a fault but the reality is&lt;br /&gt;that if you search Indias' map, you will not find the TRUE MAP but the faulty map.&lt;br /&gt;do you know???&lt;br /&gt;INDIAN SHARE IN KASHMIR: 43%&lt;br /&gt;PAKISTANi share in KASHMIR: 37%&lt;br /&gt;CHINA-ese share in KASHMIR: 20% ( Can you imagine?)&lt;br /&gt;Everything said and done in last 60 years but the ground reality has worsened and fact is that millions of KASHMIRI HINDUs are living as migrants in their own country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;because they are KASMIRI.......no because they are HINdu who is never been a potential vote bank of any party in INDIA or is not a force to frighten to.&lt;br /&gt;these poor men don't have representation anywhere, donot have recognition except being called migrants.&lt;br /&gt;what you say guys???&lt;br /&gt;is this justified???????&lt;br /&gt;no!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot make a big change but YOU CAN!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;join together and make sure not to use any misrepresented map of INDIA in your life.&lt;br /&gt;probably this small act will not do a big charisma but certainly give you a moment of relief............of being an INDIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will come back..........soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-4623614126989125436?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/4623614126989125436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-you-say-r-u-indian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/4623614126989125436'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-6710851310116191616</id><published>2009-10-14T23:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:10:26.741+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WHAT YOU SAY????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-6710851310116191616?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/6710851310116191616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-you-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/6710851310116191616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/6710851310116191616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-you-say.html' title='WHAT YOU SAY????'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-3831443719055257922</id><published>2009-10-10T16:25:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-10T18:01:21.759+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='global warming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pune'/><title type='text'>DO YOU LOVE IT?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/StBwtDOYI8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/VLSO0ly0GJ0/s1600-h/save-PUNE1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/StBwtDOYI8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/VLSO0ly0GJ0/s400/save-PUNE1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390932673224516546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine PUNE submerged in water............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its an haunting feel, only if u can imagine &lt;br /&gt;but this can be the scene if we keepon ignoring the nature and its powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think of TSUNAMI............60 feet high waves blowed away buildings like pack of cards.&lt;br /&gt;think of great Drought of Bengal in 1940's..................... which  costed more than 2000,000 lives.&lt;br /&gt;think of the Earthquake in Gujrat or The Latur &amp; Usmanabad quake in early 90's.&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;............all these show the might of nature to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only this but there are thousands of incidences where the nature has shown its might and the its not just a natural process. &lt;br /&gt;it is because of ignorance on our part, our urge for physical needs and the so called modernization which is going to take a toll off human race.&lt;br /&gt;One such problem is in the face of Global warming.The effects of global warming on the Indian subcontinent vary from the submergence of low-lying islands and coastal lands to the melting of glaciers in the Indian Himalayas, threatening the volumetric flow rate of many of the most important rivers of India and South Asia. In India, such effects are projected to impact millions of lives. As a result of ongoing climate change, the climate of India has become increasingly volatile over the past several decades; this trend is expected to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW???&lt;br /&gt;1) In 1998 coral bleaching event killed off more than 70% of corals in the reef ecosystems off Lakshadweep and the Andamans, and was brought on by elevated ocean temperatures tied to global warming.&lt;br /&gt;2)United States makes up about 5 percent of the world's population, yet they produce approximately 25 percent of the pollution that causes global warming.&lt;br /&gt;3)therz threat of submersion of parts of Mumbai and Chennai, if global temperatures were to rise by a mere 2 °C (3.6 °F)&lt;br /&gt;4)Ongoing sea level rises have already submerged several low-lying islands in the Sundarbans, displacing thousands of people.&lt;br /&gt;5)Temperature rise on the Tibetan Plateau, has caused the Himalayan glaciers to retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;examples are many.&lt;br /&gt;threats are many more.&lt;br /&gt;evidences are even more.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth say just one thing&lt;br /&gt;LIVE on me..........but&lt;br /&gt;............PLZ LOVE ME*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (* not me, only EARTH.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-3831443719055257922?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/3831443719055257922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-you-love-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/3831443719055257922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/3831443719055257922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-you-love-it.html' title='DO YOU LOVE IT?????'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/StBwtDOYI8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/VLSO0ly0GJ0/s72-c/save-PUNE1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-524551115273332174</id><published>2009-10-06T12:10:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:17:46.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>bENGAL KA JAAADuuuuu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsrnQ28DlwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8r8UMs_quxc/s1600-h/061020091420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsrnQ28DlwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8r8UMs_quxc/s400/061020091420.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389374180913551106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsrnQa9LVGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/o-5nfsD8qwg/s1600-h/061020091425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsrnQa9LVGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/o-5nfsD8qwg/s400/061020091425.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389374173402059874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am going to present two interesting &lt;br /&gt;but unique profs of SIIB.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing in common between them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one teaches..............another is time pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one is serious .........another talkative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one is admirable.......another is miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only common thing.is .....BENGAL........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTH ARE BANGLA BONDHU..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISASTER : MR. BOKIL&lt;br /&gt;along with Mr. Dutta.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two guys, very interesting subject xperts.&lt;br /&gt;two guys, poles a part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at this time when 1st semester is at the verge&lt;br /&gt;of end.............&lt;br /&gt;i must say, both were good, inspiring GURUs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-524551115273332174?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/524551115273332174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/10/bengal-ka-jaaaduuuuu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/524551115273332174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/524551115273332174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/10/bengal-ka-jaaaduuuuu.html' title='bENGAL KA JAAADuuuuu.'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsrnQ28DlwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8r8UMs_quxc/s72-c/061020091420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-8061510455243736876</id><published>2009-10-06T10:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:31:45.060+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IIM-AHD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SECTORAMA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIIB'/><title type='text'>RACE AGAINST TIME.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsrdJpHxf-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/OsaSekpR8Ew/s1600-h/vinod.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsrdJpHxf-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/OsaSekpR8Ew/s400/vinod.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389363061829238754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the title says, not what i wanna say. &lt;br /&gt;it says what my life is going thruuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of hope&lt;br /&gt;allot many dezires to come up with.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sadly SIIB gives no respite, no breathers,&lt;br /&gt;no anky-wanky time pass.....juzzzz STUDIES!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I have an interesting(?) story to tell.......when&lt;br /&gt;i really fell in the arena of RACE AGAINST TIME&gt;&gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself along with Doctor Manish and Rishu Sood, ganged up &lt;br /&gt;for the Sectorama- IIM-Ahmedabad contest. we did our best&lt;br /&gt;prepare a report over the Agri-business as a whole and also &lt;br /&gt;tried our use(d)-less brains to stretch across the corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally we came up with the Project YAKSHINI-an overview &lt;br /&gt;of Agri-sector. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time: 11:45:00 pm .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deadline of submission::::::11:59:59 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so 15 mints.........who cares about it.&lt;br /&gt;but my lovely SYMBIOSIS WI-FI facility does care!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i started trying to send the mail to respective IIM&lt;br /&gt;guy, WI-FI showed no connectivity (nothing unusual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was time to run along the corners with lappi to search&lt;br /&gt;few dandi of network. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all in vain....................... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pritam dada came in for rescue but he too fell apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally somehow i managed to send the mail at 11:59:43pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sood was over the roof, danced and chipped in with 1 nasty&lt;br /&gt;punjabi number..........and we decided to start for Finance &lt;br /&gt;test then.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;went back to room and started for test prep but.........&lt;br /&gt;.............i don know how i did it but something propelled&lt;br /&gt;me to check my mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i checked ........blunderrrr!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;the IIM-guy D.Maski, came up with interesting mail asking for&lt;br /&gt;the attachment i was supposed to send along with the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;means what?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had sent the mail without attaching the project report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a crap, what a waste..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i managed to persuade the MASKY and send the project&lt;br /&gt;at 12:23 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so moral of the story is................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are in hurry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don believe in SYMBI facilities.........they will screw uuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this episode reminded me of COELHO once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" when i decide to do something,&lt;br /&gt;...........whole WORLD conspires to&lt;br /&gt;.......................LET IT HAPPEN"!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-8061510455243736876?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/8061510455243736876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/10/race-against-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/8061510455243736876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/8061510455243736876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/10/race-against-time.html' title='RACE AGAINST TIME.............'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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/&gt;everyday, &lt;br /&gt;every hour, &lt;br /&gt;every moment........&lt;br /&gt;these people are AGRARIANs i.e, we!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are destined to live with it.......rather LIVE it!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the question arises what am i talking about????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking about the humiliation a agrarian receives by&lt;br /&gt;the hands of bloody educated fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am talking about the demeaning comments, the insulting &lt;br /&gt;behavior and hostile attitude of the so called educated &lt;br /&gt;people towards the people related to the service of the &lt;br /&gt;MOTHER LAND..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the FARMER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the AGRICULTURISTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the AGRICULTURAL ENGINEERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE AGRI BUSINESS STUDENTS..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we destined to succumb to the pressure tactics of these&lt;br /&gt;so called elite group......whom we are giving the food to &lt;br /&gt;eat..........THEIR SURVIVAL IS AT THE MERCY OF US........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I pledge to not to succumb to any circumstances and &lt;br /&gt;will prove that AGRI is the sole surviver in the arena....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call upon all like minded people to take OATH with me &lt;br /&gt;and join this movement at their level,&lt;br /&gt;at their college&lt;br /&gt;at their institution&lt;br /&gt;at their organization................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and leave back the notation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be ANGRY 'coz .............&lt;br /&gt;..........................I AM FROM AGRI..!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets have a new one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ANGRY 'COZ&lt;br /&gt;............. I AM FROM AGRI...................!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAI HIND&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-2389445703302504734?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/2389445703302504734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/09/pathetic-dayhumiliation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/2389445703302504734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/2389445703302504734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/09/pathetic-dayhumiliation.html' title='pathetic day......HUMILIATION'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-2758028467634585662</id><published>2009-09-17T20:27:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:39:30.885+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SIIB ...........SOME MOMENTS OF JOY..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SrJPW6X4pAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zQya1PrUnsc/s1600-h/130720091044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SrJPW6X4pAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zQya1PrUnsc/s400/130720091044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382451759706317826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIIB.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-2758028467634585662?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/2758028467634585662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/09/siib-some-moments-of-joy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/2758028467634585662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/2758028467634585662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/09/siib-some-moments-of-joy.html' title='SIIB ...........SOME MOMENTS OF JOY..'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SrJPW6X4pAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zQya1PrUnsc/s72-c/130720091044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-7295739189847948919</id><published>2009-09-17T20:08:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:25:51.703+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SiiB Days......FRIENDSHIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SrJNiSL3iOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/R2T2i13_ZCk/s1600-h/170720091068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SrJNiSL3iOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/R2T2i13_ZCk/s400/170720091068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382449756053670114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SrJLRM7JMkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aSMdDbtJTJ4/s1600-h/13072009077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SrJLRM7JMkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aSMdDbtJTJ4/s400/13072009077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382447263560315458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy night outs.....freaky days.......funny hangouts........&lt;br /&gt;GONE ARE THOSE DAYS WHEN I USED TO NJOY above said notes.&lt;br /&gt;now Life is as if i am a coolie and a weight of 1000tonns&lt;br /&gt;stay on my head.&lt;br /&gt;literally SiiB is one of such place which gives me pain,&lt;br /&gt;hurts me alot, pinches me when i want some respite....&lt;br /&gt;BUT.....&lt;br /&gt;SIIB has given me&lt;br /&gt; a way to live&lt;br /&gt; a way to see the world&lt;br /&gt; a way to think&lt;br /&gt; a way to enjoy life differently......&lt;br /&gt;ABOVE ALL SIIB HAS GIVEN ME FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;WHO ARE HERE WITH ME....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO will be with me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDship is something which Symbians enjoy the most&lt;br /&gt;this is the place where u find all cuisines in one plate,&lt;br /&gt;bihari, marathi, UPites, Bongalis, Mallu, Talli......even &lt;br /&gt;foreigners.......with a blend of Africa.&lt;br /&gt;here u learn the magic of HR in hostel and charm of &lt;br /&gt;Supply chain in cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVE WITH FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;LIVE FOR FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;LONG LIVE SIIB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-7295739189847948919?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/7295739189847948919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/09/siib-daysfriendship.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/7295739189847948919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/7295739189847948919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/09/siib-daysfriendship.html' title='SiiB Days......FRIENDSHIP'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SrJNiSL3iOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/R2T2i13_ZCk/s72-c/170720091068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022884106353783560.post-1419214036250290621</id><published>2009-09-14T18:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:15:19.720+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MOTHER------"You are my world"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/Sq44WJI9HnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TnLTSJNwOh8/s1600-h/Mamta-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/Sq44WJI9HnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TnLTSJNwOh8/s400/Mamta-002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381300557816077938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER----&lt;br /&gt;this is the word which&lt;br /&gt;makes me cry,&lt;br /&gt;makes me smile,&lt;br /&gt;makes me laugh ,&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel as if&lt;br /&gt;i am the best in the world&lt;br /&gt;as if i am the world...BUT&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS MY WORLD.....MY LIFE....&lt;br /&gt;MY INSPIRATION...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small poem dedicated to every Mom&lt;br /&gt;in this world........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mother You filled my days with rainbow lights,&lt;br /&gt;fairy tales and sweet dream nights,&lt;br /&gt;A kiss to wipe away my tears,&lt;br /&gt;Gingerbread to ease my fears.&lt;br /&gt;You gave the gift of life to me,&lt;br /&gt;And then in love, you set me free.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for your tender care,&lt;br /&gt;for deep warm hugs and being there.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that when you think of me,&lt;br /&gt;A part of you, you'll always see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first post of my Blog&lt;br /&gt;For my MOTHER...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2022884106353783560-1419214036250290621?l=vxps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/feeds/1419214036250290621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/09/mother-you-are-my-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/1419214036250290621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2022884106353783560/posts/default/1419214036250290621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vxps.blogspot.com/2009/09/mother-you-are-my-world.html' title='MOTHER------&quot;You are my world&quot;'/><author><name>VXPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267602067115861688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/SsOUeXDuMXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/68Mc5Sy-b2A/S220/vinni+nd+yo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6Oxda4oteQ/Sq44WJI9HnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TnLTSJNwOh8/s72-c/Mamta-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
