<?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-1009248743544541821</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:46:48.806-06:00</updated><category term='paper'/><category term='Infosys'/><category term='story'/><category term='clear'/><category term='Kansas city'/><category term='funny'/><category term='Twitter trends'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Aurangabad'/><category term='college'/><category term='Indore'/><category term='depressed'/><category term='USA'/><category term='Photoshop'/><category term='Abstract'/><category term='Cognizant'/><category term='day-dreaming'/><category term='perfection'/><category term='5310'/><category term='book review'/><category term='movie review'/><category term='laptop'/><category term='mySeven'/><category term='campus'/><category term='memoir'/><title type='text'>Kedar's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-7259906325105765077</id><published>2010-04-06T23:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:22:19.092-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><title type='text'>5 remix songs that were obscene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S7_QgL1qVDI/AAAAAAAAA0E/gWEsmcR1UnU/s1600/dw.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Quite a few years ago, there used to be a lot of discussion and criticism about the remixing of songs. The songs used to be generally disliked by the elder members of the society coz of the vulgarity the videos carried. Well, for the same reason, the younger masses quite liked the remix songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I love listening to remixed songs. I like some of them, more than their original versions. But, i also agree that certain remix songs are video shot in such a way that the music composers and the singers of the original song would get a heart-attack if they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; that. Presented below is a list of 5 remix songs that can truly be described as "obscene":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. Keh doon tumhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well, the remix of the song was really awesome. Most of us love to hear it. But the video of the song had a scene that was like how-can-they-show-that-on-a-family-channel..?? In the song, a struggling actor approaches a director for a role in his movie. The director sends one of his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; (who btw, is always skating) to that actor. And she goes and..... takes that guy to the land of ultimate euphoria by doing some magic by her mouth. That's so indecent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S7_P98BdwII/AAAAAAAAAzk/mYikqn5UgZU/s400/kdt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458309936387571842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 59px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. Tu tu hai wohi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well, i just love the original version of this song. The lyrics are amazing. But, the remix of this song brutally murders the very charm of that song. The video of the song shows three girls from the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;make new friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;" call center having a phone chat with three rejected-cum-desperate-cum-lonely guys. And one of the guys, while on that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;mujhse frandship karoge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; phone call, goes to the bathroom and.... enjoys some of his lone time. That's so gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S7_QH9aLx_I/AAAAAAAAAzs/eu4r4HE1elE/s400/tthw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458310108558378994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 66px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. Kaanta laga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How can we forget this Shefali Zariwala number. This song was much criticized because of certain visuals it carried. But as they say, even bad publicity is good publicity. This song was quite very famous and is still considered one of the best DJ numbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Just a question here: How many of us had actually seen the original video of the song before this remix came? Those who have still not seen it,  go and youtube it. You just won't believe that this audio track had this video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S7_QQDBvipI/AAAAAAAAAz0/3xuJAkSo6zU/s400/kl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458310247505431186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 99px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. Chadti Jawani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yah yah! The remix song is quite peppy and enjoyable. It doesn't really have much vulgarity, but, in one of the visuals of the song, Nigar Khan is shown squeezing her butts. And she seems quite amazed while doing that. That's so cheap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S7_QXFl0zJI/AAAAAAAAAz8/lCjZiJoD26w/s400/cj.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458310368452725906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 143px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5. Dafliwale dafli baja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Again, this song also does not have much vulgarity but, one thing objectionable about this song is the way they have experimented with the main words of the lyrics of the song. The dancing item girl refers to her butts as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;dafli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; and while saying "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;dafli baja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;", she shakes her hips. And that, by no means, looks like the girl wants the hero to play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;dafli &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;for her. The video attains a new height of boorishness when she shows her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ghunghroo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. Now what kind of dumbass ties &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ghungroo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;to her thigh? That's so moronic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S7_QgL1qVDI/AAAAAAAAA0E/gWEsmcR1UnU/s1600/dw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S7_QgL1qVDI/AAAAAAAAA0E/gWEsmcR1UnU/s400/dw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458310524748583986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 149px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Now that you have seen the images above quite attentively, let me remind you that these songs actually belong to the great great legends who composed, directed and sung the original versions. Kishore Kumar and Asha Bhosle have sung the original &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Keh doon tumhe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tu tu hai wohi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Majrooh Sultanpuri has composed the lyrics for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Kaanta laga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; and iconic Lata has sung it. Lata and Rafi have sung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Chadti jawani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dafliwale dafli baja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So, as they say it, original is original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If you know any more remix songs that were obscene too, don't be a lazy ass and leave a comment below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And stop staring at the images now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Btw, i know most of you have not seen the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dafliwale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;remix video. So go and youtube it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-7259906325105765077?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/7259906325105765077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/04/5-remix-songs-that-were-obscene.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7259906325105765077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7259906325105765077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/04/5-remix-songs-that-were-obscene.html' title='5 remix songs that were obscene'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S7_P98BdwII/AAAAAAAAAzk/mYikqn5UgZU/s72-c/kdt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-6858260996444640614</id><published>2010-03-24T23:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:52:09.847-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper'/><title type='text'>Vhon, Thoo, Sree</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amongst the three subjects i have selected this sem,  there is a subject about algorithms. A Korean professor teaches that. Its a very difficult subject. Moreover, what the prof teaches is beyond my understanding. He speaks English very indistinctly. One of  his favourite words is "Right". He pronounces it as "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rhai (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 29px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;र्हाय&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;". Try pronouncing that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And in his great obscure English, its fun when he says "One, Two, Three". He pronounces them as "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vhon, Thoo, Sree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;". More fun is when he has to say "Two raised to two raised to two raised to two" He goes "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thoo raythoo thoo raythoo thoo raythoo thoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, amongst my three subjects, this algorithm one is the most difficult. We just had an exam of the subject and i was expecting low grades in that. But, the cool thing is that the prof announced the exam as open-book and open-laptop. OK! So, we were allowed to search for the answers of the exam in books and on internet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(No wonder that during the exam, everybody was online on google talk).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; But, its not as cool as it sounds. As expected, the questions were very tough. Out of the five questions he had set in the exam paper, i could find only two on the internet. About an hour after the exam began, the prof asked " Finished? " Everybody replied a loud NO. He said "Anyways lets conclude the exam. Return me the papers by tomorrow noon." Everybody was like "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;henh!!?? henh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" Wow! That was cool. This was the first time i appeared for such an exam. One of the new "things" i discovered about US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-6858260996444640614?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/6858260996444640614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/03/vhon-thoo-sree.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/6858260996444640614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/6858260996444640614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/03/vhon-thoo-sree.html' title='Vhon, Thoo, Sree'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-447635023400241927</id><published>2010-03-16T23:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T15:50:52.517-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoir'/><title type='text'>Memoir: The Speed Shift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3 years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;March, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love my Idea number. Its a corporate plan number. So, the calling rates are pretty low.... as low as 30 paise per minute for a local call. That's like &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;wow! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But what's better is that with this corporate plan, even the GPRS is quite cheap. Just Rs. 5 per day. (AirTel provides it for Rs. 12 per day.) So, i activate the GPRS every weekend. The speed is pretty OK. During the daytime i get about 40-50 kbps. During nights, it turns very slow. But still, it takes only a few minutes for a slashphone.com page to get fully loaded. Btw, slashphone.com is a great site for mobile content. Thats my source for downloading wallpapers for my Motorazr v3i.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Broadband, these days, in India is quite evolving. Even 2 Mbps connections are available. But, those plans are very expensive and allow limited data transfers. Can't afford it..., but 2 Mbps sounds so cooool. What can not be possible with that super-speed..!! I can only dream about surfing net at such a speed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;March, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I love LOST. Although the story of the series has crossed the limits of rationality, but still its a great fun to watch. The sixth season is currently on air. A new episode gets aired every Tuesday. I watch it regularly on hulu.com. Its a great site to legally watch free stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But, our net connection pisses us off sometimes. I hate when a running video gets paused and the shitty "buffering" icon is shown on the center of my screen. Although its just for a few seconds, but still, its ridiculing to get interrupted. Imagine a crucial scene from Lost. Jack asks, "How are we going to stop them? What's the plan?" and Daniel is about to say something when the screen freezes and you find that the video is still buffering. I go like "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Abey yaar.. is net ki toh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;" I mean, what's the use of having a 10 Mbps connection? One should never have interruptions while watching a movie or a video online. With a 10 Mbps connection, you should forget that some word as "buffering" even exits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Broadband, these days, in USA seems to be evolving. The U.S. Federal Commission has just released a plan for a faster broadband speed. It is aimed that by 2015, households should have access to 50 Mbps download speeds and by 2020, it should reach 100 Mbps. And anchor institutions like universities, government offices etc. will get access to 1 Gbps of speed (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE62E5QP20100316"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Wow! Sounds cool... But, it doesn't feel too exciting. I know how its going to be. Its quite expected. And if the human race can't publicly get access to net speeds upto 1 Gbps by 2020, then, erm...., its quite shameful i suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-447635023400241927?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/447635023400241927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/03/memoir-speed-shift.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/447635023400241927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/447635023400241927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/03/memoir-speed-shift.html' title='Memoir: The Speed Shift'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-3879680876359657638</id><published>2010-03-09T23:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T01:39:29.835-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><title type='text'>My Kinda Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I have always loved Hindi songs. As a committed Bollywood fan, i liked very few English numbers when i was in India. So now that i'm in the U.S., have my likings changed? No. Now, that i'm in the U.S., i like Hindi songs even more. Yes, earlier i used to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hindi songs, but now i "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;" them too. I understand that its a weird statement. But that's the best way i could explain myself in words. So, like i did last year, i'm again posting a list of the songs that i am listening over and over again these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Kiska rasta dekhe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(Joshila)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Cham cham jhilmilaate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(Striker)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ek aankh marun- Remix &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;by DJ Aqeel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Thoda hai, thode ki zarurat hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(Khatta Meetha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My Kinda Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; by Raghav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Humrahee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;by Raghav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Tu kahan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(Tere ghar ke samne)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Tere darshan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;by Arminder Gill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dil toh bachcha hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(Ishqiya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Party in the USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; by Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dhagala lagli kala- Remix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Socha nahi tha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(Kaante)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Pe pe pepein &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(Chance pe dance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ajj din chadeya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(Love aaj kal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-3879680876359657638?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/3879680876359657638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-kinda-girl.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/3879680876359657638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/3879680876359657638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-kinda-girl.html' title='My Kinda Girl'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-6983248392441394474</id><published>2010-02-23T23:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T17:35:38.215-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Chitresh Patel, A.B.C.D.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Devon Avenue was the last place on earth Chitresh liked to be at. Mainly because Devon Avenue is also known as Little India. It is a part of Chicago which has a large population of Indian people and shops. Chitresh Patel, son of Jitesh and Hetal Patel, is 12 years old. His father Jitesh Motilal Patel hailed from Baroda, Gujarat. He was settled in the US since Chitresh's birth. He got married to Hetal Chiman Desai 14 years ago. But, he made it sure not to have a child in India. When Chitresh was born at the Cook County hospital, Chicago, Jitesh was very happy. Coz now he was a father of a US citizen. Today, Jitesh is a proud owner of "Chitresh Indian Spices Shop" located at Devon Avenue, Chicago. Chitresh's insides curl in disgust whenever he sees the hoarding of the shop that carries his names on it. Chitresh hated everything that was related to India: his name, his father's shop and his parents as well. He was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;proud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;US citizen. Chitresh was a typical ABCD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Any Indian who has come to study in the US knows what ABCD stands for. It stands for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;American Born Confused Desi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. This refers to persons who have been born and brought up in America but their parents were basically Indians. Technically, they are American citizens but that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;desi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;blood flows in them. They are called "confused" because they are American citizens with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;desi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;look, they like to be called Americans but sometimes behave like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;desis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; then get called Indian, then feel like blah blah.. too confusing to explain. Hope you got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Call it the generation gap or the cultural difference that although Jitesh had his first kiss with Hetal, 2 months after their marriage, Chitresh had his with Jennifer Brown when he was 10. Jennifer was Chitresh's then girlfriend. Their affair lasted for four months. Currently, Chitresh is dating his Korean class-mate Jingyi Hwan. He describes her to his parents as "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Jingyi mari soulmate che.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;" Jitesh and Hetal always wanted an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;adarsh, sanskari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;chokro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. But, Chitresh was exactly opposite to their expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Jitesh, just like any other Indian father, would beat Chitresh for his dirty American habits. But, Chitresh had twice called the police accusing his parents of "child abuse and violence". Its a crime in the US if you beat your child. Jitesh was warned by the police that if one more time he would beat his child, he would be in a serious trouble. Jitesh now detested his own child. Whenever he saw Chitresh, he felt the urge to throw him in garbage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;One evening, as usual, Hetal was trying to teach Chitresh about Indian cultures and manners. The discussion reached to a point when Chitresh and his mother were debating about him having a girlfriend. The debate turned into a loud dispute. Chitresh felt that his parents never wanted him happy. Hetal was angrily ordering him to stop dating girls until he was an adult. Chitresh disgreed in a louder tone. The fight of arrogant words continued until Hetal angrily said, "Stop dating that girl or else we shall disown you." Chitresh looked at her outrageously and calmly replied, "Then do it..., you bitch." Hetal was shocked to her very core. Jitesh, who had been an audience till now, was also stunned. Chitresh walked to his room carrying a sense-of-achievement that he had won the war of words. Jitesh went to his wife and mumbled to her, "Let it be." to pacify her. The night at the Patel house had a silence like the one we find after the conclusion of a storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;For the next three months, Jitesh and Hetal never talked to Chitresh about his dating habits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; They neither spoke angrily to him nor beat him. He felt like a king. He started appreciating the fact that his parents had now begun to respect his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;personal space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Summer came. These summer holidays were going to be the most boring days of Chitresh's life. He was supposed to go to India for three months with his parents. He tried various excuses to cancel his trip. But his parents were reluctant to keep him alone in Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;So, on the 17th of April, Jitesh Patel and family boarded the Lufthansa airlines: Chicago to Mumbai via Frankfurt flight at the Chicago O'Hare International airport. Including a stop at Frankfurt, the total journey was of about 19 hours. Finally, they landed at the Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport, Mumbai. After waiting for about 4 hours, they had a Kingfisher flight from Mumbai to Baroda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Jitesh and Hetal loved India. Jitesh was in a very jolly mood since he was visiting his homeland Baroda. Their house was very old but since Jitesh was brought up here, he loved it. Chitresh could not understand why his parents loved so much to be in this country. Cousins welcomed them with garlands. Uncles and aunties flooded love on Chitresh. Chitresh had never received so many pecks on his cheeks. He also heard his name being brutally assailed from "Chitresh" to "&lt;i&gt;Chitrayss&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Finally, after a tiresome journey, they entered their house. They were supposed to freshen up and have delicious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;thali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; made at home. But, Jitesh had some other plans. As Chitresh entered the house and kept his small bag on the floor, Jitesh went up to him, gave him a loving look, smiled at him and delivered a tight slap on his cheek. The slap was hard enough to make Chitresh fall on the floor. Jitesh lifted his son by his collar and delivered another tight slap on the other cheek. Hetal came there and said to Jitesh, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Jamwa pachi maarwanu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; (Beat him after dinner)" Jitesh took a deep breath and said "OK!" and went away. This time, it was Chitresh's turn to be shocked. With red cheeks and wet eyes, standing on an alien soil, he was feeling helpless..., for the first time in his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;In the next three months, Chitresh got well known to the concept of being "well-behaved". Jitesh had hardly hit him in US. He compensated that in those three months. Jitesh also made it sure that he did not reach the level of violence. He maintained his harshness to the point he felt every parent must show his child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Today, Jitesh and family are back in Chicago. Chitresh is now single. He knows that for taking any big step, the consent of his parents is must. He asks his parents before he spends any big amount of money. And he follows the Indian rule of "you are an adult when you are 18".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Btw, now he likes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;dhokla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;This is a true story. One of my roomies told it to me. I found it worth blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;It also raises a question that whether Jitesh was correct on his part or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;As per the US law of child welfare, any act on the part of parent that result's in child's death, physical harm, emotional harm or exploitation is considered as child abuse. This is also true for Indian law. But in the US, even mere beating is considered as child abuse. How correct is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-6983248392441394474?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/6983248392441394474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/02/chitresh-patel-abcd.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/6983248392441394474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/6983248392441394474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/02/chitresh-patel-abcd.html' title='Chitresh Patel, A.B.C.D.'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-3354993066316986794</id><published>2010-02-12T11:49:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T03:49:37.699-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter trends'/><title type='text'>My Name Is Hrithik Roshan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hrithik joins Twitter. This news made my morning. I am a big fan of Hrithik and was keenly waiting for him to join Twitter. But what's sad is that him joining the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;tweeting bandwagon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;wasn't a very hyped news as Shahrukh's was. To spoil that, this was categorized under the whole My Name is Khan controversy. This is coz  Hrithik's first tweet was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Spread humanity with a vengeance, GO WATCH MY NAME IS KHAN. ..and for the record, my name is HRITHIK ROSHAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S3W6veHVxAI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ETXI5LopE8g/s1600-h/Hrithik+Shahrukh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S3W6veHVxAI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ETXI5LopE8g/s400/Hrithik+Shahrukh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437457449820210178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;At a point where celebrities join Twitter and keep tweeting shit, i expect quality tweets from Hrithik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Shahrukh, Shahid, Priyanka Chopra, Abhishek Bachchan etc. all tweet shit. Vivek Oberoi is on Twitter too and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;yahan bhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, he keeps flattering other celebs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What's worse is that crazy fans keep Retweeting their crap tweets. Lets have a look at some of the brilliantly crap tweets of last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Abhishek Bachchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: "sometimes we might get it wrong. but our intentions are always noble, honest and truthful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Is that about marrying Aishwarya??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Priyanka Chopra&lt;/b&gt;: "Wish I had all the answers!!! Wish I knew!!!! Why can't we just know.. Am I rambling??? Oye veh!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The depression of doing Pyaar Impossible is quite evident through your tweets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shahid Kapoor&lt;/b&gt;: "have come to realize over the last few days that actually deep down im a loner .. on many occasions that iv had da chance of havin company"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Missing Kareena?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shahrukh Khan&lt;/b&gt;: "acqua de parma and creed royal water/ i can speak hindi english and urdu /yes i think ross show is there/white light/no regrets yet"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"I am the King. I can say anything rubbish and get it appreciated."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mahesh Bhatt&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The line dividing good &amp;amp; evil cuts through the heart of every human being."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yaay! What a thought! Make a film on it. But do tweet the number of kissing and bed scenes in that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uday Chopra&lt;/b&gt;: "Sorry for not Tweeting y'all...just took an off..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No body cares Uday boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vivek Oberoi&lt;/b&gt;: "Congratulations @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/kjohar25" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;kjohar25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; and @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/iamsrk" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;iamsrk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; for the phenomenal response to MNIK!!! Your film has now become a symbol of conviction,courage &amp;amp; hope!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Salman doesn't give me a damn. Lemme try SRK."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sonam Kapoor&lt;/b&gt;: "Not getting tickets for mnik.. SUPERB!! Will try for toms show"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;LOL.. woot? Weren't you invited for the private screening? Poor girl. People still seem to remember Saawariya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and the list goes on. We have a fresh shit every new day coz #CelebsTweetShit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. &lt;/i&gt;Btw, I'm waiting for Salman Khan to join Twitter. I like him too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S3W6nX1keTI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/iQUR67j6I80/s1600-h/Hrithik+Salman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S3W6nX1keTI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/iQUR67j6I80/s400/Hrithik+Salman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437457310696110386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 286px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-3354993066316986794?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/3354993066316986794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-name-is-hrithik-roshan.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/3354993066316986794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/3354993066316986794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-name-is-hrithik-roshan.html' title='My Name Is Hrithik Roshan'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S3W6veHVxAI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ETXI5LopE8g/s72-c/Hrithik+Shahrukh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-7340859743624207475</id><published>2010-02-06T23:58:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:44:06.807-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><title type='text'>5 reasons why Orkut &amp; Facebook suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;They are the leading social networking websites of the world. Not having a profile on them is considered a crime. They are the platform where you can flaunt your whatever-you-want-to to all the friends you made in your life. They are Orkut and Facebook. They are superb! There are many reasons why they rock! But there are certain reasons why they suck big time. They have certain "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;features&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;" which are very irritating. But the features aren't responsible for the annoyance, they are certain users that cause it to suck and make us go WTF!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;1. First and Last names on Orkut:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;People keep vague first and last names on orkut. They like to name themselves in such a way that they are hard to search or identify if someone needs them. To add to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, they have amazingly irrelevant Display Pictures (DPs) to complement their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;super-names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S286W72bhfI/AAAAAAAAAqk/NWoCaeHwtMo/s400/orkut_names1.jpg" border="0" alt="Orkut names" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435627440956999154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 464px; height: 77px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S286hyySm4I/AAAAAAAAAqs/ksDbG3o4Bfs/s1600-h/orkut_names2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S286hyySm4I/AAAAAAAAAqs/ksDbG3o4Bfs/s400/orkut_names2.jpg" border="0" alt="Orkut Names" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435627627502279554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 464px; height: 77px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S286pWw6yCI/AAAAAAAAAq0/YtQ8mcD2QUU/s1600-h/orkut_names3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S286pWw6yCI/AAAAAAAAAq0/YtQ8mcD2QUU/s400/orkut_names3.jpg" border="0" alt="Orkut Names" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435627757419284514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 464px; height: 77px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;2. Dumb and moronic quizzes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Taking Facebook quizzes are the best ways, ever invented by human race, to waste your time. They are meaningless, fruitless, worthless and above all, totally useless. But still, we take all silly quizzes to soothe our anxiousness of finding what the initials of the name of our lover are, how well do we know some dim-witted friend of ours, which G. I. Joe we are or how big our butts are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S28651L5QyI/AAAAAAAAAq8/I6jEI_D0NVI/s1600-h/fb_q1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S28651L5QyI/AAAAAAAAAq8/I6jEI_D0NVI/s400/fb_q1.jpg" border="0" alt="Facebook quiz" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435628040463401762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 464px; height: 194px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S287B9dkY1I/AAAAAAAAArE/Q8GRMlR7PZg/s1600-h/fb_q2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S287B9dkY1I/AAAAAAAAArE/Q8GRMlR7PZg/s400/fb_q2.jpg" border="0" alt="Facebook quiz" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435628180123968338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 464px; height: 194px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;3. Farmville, Mafia Wars etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Some people seem to be too addicted to Facebook applications like Farmville or Mafia Wars. For them, reaching new levels in the game is one of the most important works of their lives. To annoy us, they send us crap requests to inform us how the growth of crops on their farm is one of the most crucial global issues. As the MTV Tickr joke says "If even half of people who play Farmville actually work on farms, India would have been a developed country by now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S287La1hOHI/AAAAAAAAArM/o3DczoRtBlc/s1600-h/fb_seehow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S287La1hOHI/AAAAAAAAArM/o3DczoRtBlc/s400/fb_seehow.jpg" border="0" alt="Farmville funny" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435628342627874930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;4. Certain Orkut communities:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Some Orkut communities make you go "Why the hell people join this??". 'You never understood me', 'I think about you in the loo', 'Blue (the colour)' and what not. And what's worth mentioning is that these communities have thousands and lacs of members. This acts as a proof for the famous line: "God loves stupid people. That's why he made so many."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S287WIYlkfI/AAAAAAAAArU/TxtUBYTF45I/s1600-h/orkut_cmty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S287WIYlkfI/AAAAAAAAArU/TxtUBYTF45I/s400/orkut_cmty.jpg" border="0" alt="Orkut communities" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435628526653247986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 462px; height: 296px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;5. Photo tagging in Facebook:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Some people on Facebook add some thoughtful, designful, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;quoteful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;" and crapful images and tag friends in such images. Also, many others find it significant enough to comment their valuable opinions about them. Your parents would have never thought that your name, which they kept with so many expectations, would be tagged to some of the most lame and awful images of this universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S287gBFQeTI/AAAAAAAAArc/oYFFvOgpYng/s1600-h/fb_tag1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S287gBFQeTI/AAAAAAAAArc/oYFFvOgpYng/s400/fb_tag1.jpg" border="0" alt="Facebook photo tagging" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435628696491817266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S287nd58N-I/AAAAAAAAArk/ayaHmP792z4/s1600-h/fb_tag2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S287nd58N-I/AAAAAAAAArk/ayaHmP792z4/s400/fb_tag2.jpg" border="0" alt="Facebook photo tagging" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435628824488064994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-7340859743624207475?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/7340859743624207475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/02/5-reasons-why-orkut-facebook-suck.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7340859743624207475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7340859743624207475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/02/5-reasons-why-orkut-facebook-suck.html' title='5 reasons why Orkut &amp; Facebook suck'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S286W72bhfI/AAAAAAAAAqk/NWoCaeHwtMo/s72-c/orkut_names1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-7842118216727389361</id><published>2010-01-30T23:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:50:06.437-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Ishqiya (Movie Review)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8iZCd0IxPo/S2TZhJT0VQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rj8yW0OHlCU/s1600-h/ishqiya.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In a country where films about love stories between college kiddos or reality issues (like fashion world, celeb life etc.), set in the lavish urban flavour attract huge audience, making a film like Ishqiya is like making audience realize that stories can happen in rural backdrops too. We have had films like Omkara, Dor and Kaminey that made the audience know that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;rural stories aren't bore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. Ishqiya continues this trend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Speaking about the film, it is quality work by Vishal Bharadwaj and Abhishek Chaubey. The film has a wonderful story. And thanks to the presentation and direction, that you get absorbed in the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Two thieves Khalujaan (Naseeruddin Shah) and Babban (Arshad Warsi) are trying to run away from Mushtaq, a typical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;gunda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;whom they are supposed to pay back 25 lac Rupees. They seek refuge at Krishna's (Vidya Balan) home whose husband, reportedly, is killed in a cylinder blast accident. Here begin the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ishqiyaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Both Khalujaan and Babban fall in love with her. Amidst this, to earn money to pay back to Mushtaq, the three of them plan to kidnap a steel company owner. Then, an order-of-events happens that changes lives of the three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;All actors in the film are brilliant. Every character of the movie is totally different from one another, has its own unique features. And every actor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; essays his/her character flawlessly. Even the actor who plays an old woman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The songs of the movie have already been superhit. Especially &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dil to bachcha hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. Its one of the best songs I've heard. All songs suit the story perfectly and there is no unnecessary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;dhangad-dhinga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The story is superb. It has its own special points that people shall remember for years coming: The use of ChSo4, the funny-cum-serious uncle-nephew relationship, the line "Tumhara ishq ishq aur hamara ishq sex" etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Overall, the movie is an amazing intellectual work. Its different, its funny, its spicy, its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;chichori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; but above all, its lovable. It seems the first blockbuster of 2010. The film is a must-watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;My Rating 3.5 on 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8iZCd0IxPo/S2TZhJT0VQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rj8yW0OHlCU/s320/ishqiya.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432706213973611778" style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-7842118216727389361?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/7842118216727389361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/01/ishqiya-movie-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7842118216727389361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7842118216727389361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/01/ishqiya-movie-review.html' title='Ishqiya (Movie Review)'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8iZCd0IxPo/S2TZhJT0VQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rj8yW0OHlCU/s72-c/ishqiya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-5798737980254462583</id><published>2010-01-23T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:47:42.491-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Veer (Movie Review)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm a fan of Salman Khan and had very high expectations from Veer. But unfortunately, Veer turned out to be a big disappointment. Throughout the movie, you desperately wish for the movie to end soon. The story, the screenplay and the direction are terrible. Following is the short synopsis of the story. If you are reading it, get ready to be confused and irritated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Back in 1862, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;king of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Madhavgarh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; (Jackie Shroff) joins hands with the British people and betrays the leader of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Pindhari &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;clan, Prithvi (Mithun Chakravarthy). Prithvi then takes an oath to kill the king and the British people.... someday. Then, his wife (Neena Gupta) gives birth to a baby boy. Undoubtedly, he is the hero of our movie: Veer (Salman Khan). Prithvi sends Veer and his younger brother Punya (Sohail Khan) to London to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;learn and understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the British ways. Here, Veer falls in love with Yashodhara (Zarine Khan) who's the princess of Madhavgarh... ya ya.., she's Jackie Shroff's daughter in the film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So, in the London University, Veer learns the British ways and then also kills a few British people alongwith Yashodhara's two brothers (Puru Rajkumar and Aryan Vaid). He returns back to India, tells his father whom he loves. His father, Prithvi gets very proud that Veer has fallen in love with his enemy's daughter. Then, Veer plans to attack the king of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Madhavgarh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;as he's the new leader of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Pindhari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; clan. Arey haan, amidst this hoch-poch, Veer marries Yashodhara and they celebrate their first wedding night when the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Pindhari &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;people, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;junta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Madhavgarh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and some British people all stand guard waiting for the morning for that great fight to begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And Veer dies in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Yes he does. He gets shot by a bullet while he is dueling with his father, Prithvi with sword. Yah! Don't ask me how that happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But after he gets shot by the bullet, Veer rides horse, he kills a lot of British people, also kills the king of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Madhavgarh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, has a final chat with his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; and then finally dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Speaking about performances, Mithun delivered a great performance. Salman has that same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Wanted" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;like expressions. Debutante Zarine gives an average performance. She looks gorgeous throughout the film. Sohail gets wasted in the movie with his ridiculing performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Also, just like the story and the direction, the songs of the movie also play an important role in making it a disaster. The songs are terribly bore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Btw, at the end, story is taken 20 years ahead, just like an Ekta Kapoor soap, where Prithvi becomes a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;dadaji. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Yah... we have Veer's son too and guess who plays it? Tadaa.. Salman himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Overall, the movie seems as if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Wanted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;set in the 19th century along with flavours of Gladiator and Troy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Watch it only if you are a real die-hard Salman Khan fan.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I-can-do-anything-for-Salman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;types. Still there is no guarantee that you'll like the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;My rating 1.5 on 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S1-NjiGR-kI/AAAAAAAAAoA/z1Bl_eBApuI/s1600-h/veer-13e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S1-NjiGR-kI/AAAAAAAAAoA/z1Bl_eBApuI/s400/veer-13e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431215317220194882" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-5798737980254462583?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/5798737980254462583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/01/veer-movie-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/5798737980254462583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/5798737980254462583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/01/veer-movie-review.html' title='Veer (Movie Review)'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S1-NjiGR-kI/AAAAAAAAAoA/z1Bl_eBApuI/s72-c/veer-13e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-2139355693798525146</id><published>2010-01-20T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:51:06.437-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><title type='text'>9 baj gaye kya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The "system" of mobile calling in the USA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We charge each mobile call in India based on some particular rate per minute/second. Also, in India, only outgoing calls and SMSes are charged. However in the US, its not like that. Here the system is very very different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In the US, there is nothing such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;outgoing call rates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;some price=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;per minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/some&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. In fact, there is nothing such as an outgoing or an incoming call. Let me clarify this: Every person who gets a mobile, pays certain monthly rent (like post-paid service in our country). He, based on the amount of rent, gets some minutes. He can use these minutes to talk anywhere in the US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; These minutes get consumed as the person uses them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; (whether for an outgoing call or an incoming one). For example, I got an AT&amp;amp;T mobile number. My monthly rent is $40. For this amount, i get, say, 500 minutes. Now, these minutes start getting exhausted as i use them. So, even if i make any call (outgoing) or receive one (incoming), irrespective of the nature of the call, these minutes get used up. Same is the logic for an SMS. There is nothing such as an incoming or an outgoing SMS. Whether you send it or receive it, you are charged 25 cents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pretty strange and expensive...!! But the catch is, in the US, all inter-network calls are free 24*7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i.e. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;say AT&amp;amp;T to AT&amp;amp;T or T-Mobile to T-Mobile is totally free anytime, anyday and  your "minutes" don't get consumed. Not just that, but all calls within US, are free weekdays 9pm to 6am and.. and.. and... 24 hours on weekends &lt;i&gt;i.e. &lt;/i&gt;every Saturday and Sunday, for the whole day. During this time, you can call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; US number, without worrying about the consumption of your "minutes".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So, here, everybody likes when the clock ticks 9 pm on weekdays since, then, the US calling turns free. During weekends, its free for the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;The above described plan is the most commonly used one. Other plans are also available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-2139355693798525146?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/2139355693798525146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/01/9-baj-gaye-kya.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/2139355693798525146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/2139355693798525146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/01/9-baj-gaye-kya.html' title='9 baj gaye kya?'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-5276178314614426569</id><published>2010-01-16T23:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:42:28.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chance Pe Dance (Movie Review)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S1PeAOooyFI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5kIdkXwurm4/s1600-h/chance-pe-dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The songs, the sets, the promos of Chance Pe Dance seemed very promising. We seemed to have had a lot of expectations from the film. But sadly, the film does not really fulfill those expectations. The film had a very common story-line that seemed to be very casually directed. An average story and an average treatment resulted in an average film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The movie starts with Sameer Behl (Shahid Kapoor), who is a struggler in Mumbai. He's a wannabe bollywood superstar. He is good-looking, he's a great dancer, he has a great physique.., in short, Shahid plays himself in the movie. Except that he's a talented actor too (as said many a times in the movie to convince the audience of him being talented coz by seeing Shahid's acting, it seems doubtful).., Just Kidding ;). A famous director assures him of casting him as the lead in his next movie. But, he betrays him and instead runs a reality show on "bindass channel" to hunt the lead actor for his movie. Tina (Genelia) is an upcoming choreographer who gets chosen as the dance director for the same movie but refuses as Sameer has been kicked out from it. Meanwhile, Sameer is thrown out of his house for not paying the rent, his "only" friend breaks his trust and turns disloyal and Sameer now stays in his car. He gets a job as a dance teacher in a school where he is supposed to teach dance to a group of students so as to win the first prize in some competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;After being persuaded by Tina, Sameer takes part in that lead-actor-hunt reality show. Yes, the same one which made him lose the role. No prizes for guessing, his students win the 1st prize and even he wins the show and turns a superstar at the end of the movie. That's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The story has nothing new to offer. But, it could have been well handled to make the film better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Songs are good. "Pe pe pepein" and "Pump it up" are my favourite numbers. There is a lot of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; in the movie. But the steps are not very memorable or outstanding. Speaking about acting, Shahid irritates by his over-acting at certain points. But, in-total he has played Sameer efficiently. I'm not a Genelia-fan. So its better that i don't comment on her role.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Overall, its an average movie. Watch it only if you are big fans of Shahid or Genelia. Actually, since both have huge fan following, the movie, even though not super-hit, can turn an average hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Btw, what happens with Tina (Genelia) in the end? Well, she's still seems unemployed. But now, she's a superstar's gf.&lt;i&gt;Aur kya chahiye..?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My rating 2.5 on 5&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S1PeAOooyFI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5kIdkXwurm4/s1600-h/chance-pe-dance.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S1PeAOooyFI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5kIdkXwurm4/s400/chance-pe-dance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427926071421487186" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-5276178314614426569?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/5276178314614426569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/01/chance-pe-dance-movie-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/5276178314614426569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/5276178314614426569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/01/chance-pe-dance-movie-review.html' title='Chance Pe Dance (Movie Review)'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S1PeAOooyFI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5kIdkXwurm4/s72-c/chance-pe-dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-6838673972525357082</id><published>2010-01-09T23:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:37:33.408-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter trends'/><title type='text'>Rang Chaddi Da</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The title of this post might sound like a cheap television stand-up comedy show's 3rd grade joke. But, it was an exciting and peppy trending topic on twitter today. It demanded people to tweet the colour of their underwears by adding the hastag #RangChaddiDa. Not officially, but it was supposedly only for boys. However, the topic turned more interesting as it received inputs from girls too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Recently, Facebook took an initiative of asking girls to post the colour of their bras. This was undertaken to spread the awareness of breast cancer. Some Indians on twitter came up with their own desi crazy idea of asking people to tweet the colour of their underwears. This funny idea was camouflaged under the excuse of causing the awareness of prostate cancer. It turned more exciting when people even started asking celebrities like Shahrukh Khan, Karan Johar, Abhishek Bachchan, Shahid Kapoor, Chetan Bhagat etc. to tweet their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rang Chaddi Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The topic might sound vulgar. But, the tweets that tagged #RangChaddiDa made the topic one of the "most quality humour topics" ever trended on twitter. Here are some of the most funny tweets that disclose people's #RangChaddiDa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;#InfraRed&lt;br /&gt;#Jab kharidee thi tab red thi, 10 saal ho gaye, abhi pink hogi&lt;br /&gt;#White before holi, what-the-f*ck after holi&lt;br /&gt;#VIBGYOR&lt;br /&gt;#Disco Lights&lt;br /&gt;#SideA Black SideB grey&lt;br /&gt;#The colour of the air&lt;br /&gt;#Twitter might ban us soon accusing us of being racist to underwears.&lt;br /&gt;#Rang bhare baadal sa, tere nainon ke kaajal sa&lt;br /&gt;#Don't judge a book by its cover. Don't judge a gift by its packing. Don't judge the "that" by #RangChaddiDa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Blue" ke producers ka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23RangChaddiDa" class="tweet-url hashtag" title="#RangChaddiDa" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;#RangChaddiDa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; kya tha after the muvee released?? Ans: Yellow! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-6838673972525357082?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/6838673972525357082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/01/rang-chaddi-da.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/6838673972525357082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/6838673972525357082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/01/rang-chaddi-da.html' title='Rang Chaddi Da'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-7491395051960522384</id><published>2010-01-01T23:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:37:19.576-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kansas city'/><title type='text'>Unpleasantly white</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It is horrendously freezing here at Kansas city. We hardly witness temperature rising above zero degree Celsius. Yah.. seriously..! The average temperature has been about -13 degree Celsius since i'm here. Wherever you go, you'll find the entire place covered with snow. Its like the entire city is painted white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tonight at about 9.30 pm, me and my room-mates Sagnik and Alok decided to go to a store and get chocolate brownies. The store, mainly a gas station named QuickTrip was like about 2 kms from our house. We set out walking in the freezing -17 degrees. It was after walking a few streets that we realized how foolish we were to walk in this freezing cold. We were numb with cold. Fingers had lost sensation. Cold air was dashing the faces. We reached QT, purchased chocolate brownies and burritos. Fortunately, here in the US, anywhere except the roads, heaters and ACs are present. So the extreme weather does not affect you unless you are walking on the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As we got out of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;warm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;QT, Alok said that we should not walk back to our house and ask someone for a lift. That was an intelligent thought. We looked around and found a cop. The cold was unbearable, i thought. I went straight away to that cop and asked to drop us three till our house. He asked how did we get there? We said by walking. He mockingly chuckled as if we were fools. On second thoughts, walking in -17 degrees for brownies, yes... we were fools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Then we sat in the police van that was a proper prisoner van. Three of us sat in the van at those places where prisoners sit. The only difference was that we were not handcuffed. Thankfully, the cop dropped us nearby to our home and we walked our way back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What a memorable experience. It was like we did not just bought chocolate brownies..., we earned it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And finally the wait is over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Here are my first uploaded USA pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kedarone/kcmo1#"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/kedarone/kcmo1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Enjoy folks. And yes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Happy new year 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i47.tinypic.com/2jfygjd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/2jfygjd.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-7491395051960522384?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/7491395051960522384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/01/unpleasantly-white.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7491395051960522384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7491395051960522384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2010/01/unpleasantly-white.html' title='Unpleasantly white'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.tinypic.com/2jfygjd_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-6882859325329114942</id><published>2009-12-25T23:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:57:02.511-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Movie Review: 3 Idiots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Saari umr hum mar-mar ke jee liye.., ek pal toh ab hame jeene do.." That's the entire theme of 3 idiots. The film, based on Chetan Bhagat's Five point someone, is not a ditto-copy of the book. There are many changes made in the story for the film. Biggest of them being that the protagonist (Rancho, as played by Aamir Khan) conceals his true identity from is friends and gf till the end. Although, that was not a very welcome change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Everybody knows the story of the film since almost everybody has read Five point someone. Three boys get admitted at Imperial College of Engineering and then how they struggle their ways out of the so called "Tough Competition". The lead character Rancho is shown too cool. Unlike as in the book, the hero is shown with no problems of himself and he keeps solving his friends' problems in the typical smart ways how a hindi film hero would. As mentioned earlier, there are other significant changes in the story too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The film has its own highs and lows. Although it has a few dull scenes, the film manages to captivate you till the end and makes you feel happy as all the lead characters get their problems solved. Being based on 3 college students, humour is an important part of the film. There are no extra stuffed humourous plots in the film. The act with the line "Aap apna stan dekar toh dekhiye.., phir dekhiye ye kaise aapka balatkaar karte hain" is for sure one of the most funny scenes of bollywood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Aamir, Kareena, Sharman, Madhvan and Boman, all have done a fantastic job. Kareena has a small role as the film totally belongs to Aamir, Sharman, Madhvan and Boman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The songs are average. I do not like the song "All izz well" much. But i love "Give me some sunshine" a lot. Even Zoobi Doobi is a good number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Overall, i would strongly recommend everyone to atleast once watch this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My rating: 3.5 on 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S2Y-mv6WIFI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Nc_ynckejXk/s1600-h/3-Idiots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S2Y-mv6WIFI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Nc_ynckejXk/s400/3-Idiots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433098835886219346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-6882859325329114942?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/6882859325329114942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/01/movie-review-3-idiots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/6882859325329114942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/6882859325329114942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/01/movie-review-3-idiots.html' title='Movie Review: 3 Idiots'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/S2Y-mv6WIFI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Nc_ynckejXk/s72-c/3-Idiots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-808953747445229611</id><published>2009-12-23T12:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:36:58.503-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kansas city'/><title type='text'>The longest day of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;My flight experience: India-US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When you fly from India to the US, you "gain time" since US time is much behind to Indian. So, a flight from India to the US made 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Dec 09 the largest day of my life. I had a total of 35 hours yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After immigration check and security checks on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Chatrapati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Shivaji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; International Airport, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, I was waiting to be boarded on flight AI 127 (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; to Chicago via Frankfurt). I boarded the plane at about 1.45 am and the plane took-off at about 2.45am. The plane-taking-off is a fantastic experience. The plane starts moving at a very high speed on the runway and then swoop..., it takes off. Fortunately, i had a window seat. I could see the beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; city from an eagle view. One can distinctly see the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Bandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Worli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; sea link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As we flew from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, the next stop was at Frankfurt. It was just a transit stop. It took nine hours for the plane to reach Frankfurt, out of which, i was sleeping for seven hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Before landing at Frankfurt, i again saw out of the window to catch a glimpse of Frankfurt. The view was beautiful. The city seemed huge. Roads and grounds covered with snow were clearly evident. We were at the Frankfurt international airport for about 2 hours. The temperature here was 0 degree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;celsius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; and it was snowing there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After two hours, the plane took off for Chicago. That was another nine hour journey. During this, i watched '17 again' and 'Ghosts of Girlfriends past'. I also watched an episode of 'Just for laugh gags'. I also dared to watch the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;hindi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; movie 'Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Khichdi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'. Actually, in an international flight, all seats have a dedicated media entertainment console where you have a lot of variety entertainment to choose from. Amongst what i watched, i liked 'Ghosts of Girlfriends past' the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;On the plane, we were provided something or the other to eat after every few hours. In one of the meals, we were served some Asian sweet dish. It contained chopped carrot pieces in some sweet semi-solid fluid. The dish tasted pathetic. I couldn't even dare to have its second taste. But, a US citizen, who was sitting next to me loved that dish. He ordered that thrice and said to me "I love Indian food." I said, "Please! That's not an Indian dish. That's some Thai or Malaysian dessert." We have loads of better sweet dishes in India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We were now going to land at Chicago airport. This time i could not see the eagle-view of Chicago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; some idiot baby was crying and his father took my seat to soothe him with the window-view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Finally landed at Chicago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O'Hare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; International Airport. It is a very very very huge airport. I won't exaggerate if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; say that the airport is larger than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Aurangabad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; city. It truly is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After immigration and customs check, i waited at the airport for another 2 hours. The temperature here too was 0 degree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Celsius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; and it was snowing here too. Also, since its the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; season, the airport was lavishly decorated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After about 2 hours of wait, i boarded a domestic flight to Kansas city. As compared to an International flight (Boeing 777), this one was a very small one. Also, being a domestic flight, i was supposedly the only non-American in the flight. This was the first time i realised that being surrounded by Americans, i was a foreigner here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After about 1 and a half hour of flight, the plane landed at Kansas city international airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fortunately, it wasn't snowing here. Some students of the Indian student association had come to pick-me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is finally when my journey got over. In my 24 hours of travel, i had landed on 3 continents on the same day: Asia, Europe and North America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-808953747445229611?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/808953747445229611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/12/longest-day-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/808953747445229611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/808953747445229611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/12/longest-day-of-my-life.html' title='The longest day of my life'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-5601807884402715542</id><published>2009-12-19T11:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:52:00.375-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><title type='text'>23 into 3 plus 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;An Air India flight allows two baggages, each not weighing not more than 23 kgs and one cabin bag which should weigh not more than 8 kgs. Now tell me.., how the hell am i gonna fit in all my stuff for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the new world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; in just (23*2)+8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i.e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;54 kgs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I started packing bags and no doubts, weight in each bag exceeded the given limits. One of the cargo bags' weight exceeded by 10 kgs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;kya kya kam karun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Took out eating items like rice, dal, sugar, tea, instant foods etc. Took out other utilities like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;polpaat-latna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, books and even few clothes... but hey, then i thought that this was all necessary. Called the Air India and asked if i can carry luggage weighing more than the prescribed weight. They said that i'll need to pay 50 US$ for that. 50 US Dollars? that's 50 into 50... 2500 IN Rupees (Off late, my brain has got into the conversion habit of this "multiplying by 50" thing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But today.., just the day before i'm suppose to leave, Air India customer care executive innocently tells me that since i'm travelling on an F1 visa, i'm permitted another check-in bag (23 kgs.) I was like yaaayy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So, now reshuffled everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. Put back everything that i had removed from the luggage. Also, utilizing the extra weight allowance, now i'll also be carrying stuff like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;parmal, rajma, besan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Bhel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rajma masala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; are two of my most favourite foods. Well, its a different thing that i cannot cook the latter one. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-5601807884402715542?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/5601807884402715542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/12/23-into-3-plus-8.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/5601807884402715542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/5601807884402715542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/12/23-into-3-plus-8.html' title='23 into 3 plus 8'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-211758581971362363</id><published>2009-12-15T11:43:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:36:43.986-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indore'/><title type='text'>Shopping What-Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Since i have come back to Indore, all i am busy with is shopping. Going to the US for studying is like moving up to a totally new world. And when you move to a new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;you require all new stuff for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am shopping for stuff i had never thought i would. I had never even imagined that i would get a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;polpaat-latna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;especially for myself. I had never imagined that i would buy medicines worth about 3K at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;huge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;list of items to be shopped. And the list includes almost everything one can think of. And in just 2-3 days of "the great shopping experience", i am very tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-211758581971362363?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/211758581971362363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/12/shopping-what-not.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/211758581971362363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/211758581971362363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/12/shopping-what-not.html' title='Shopping What-Not'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-1285638477215782361</id><published>2009-12-08T14:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:36:10.801-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aurangabad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kansas city'/><title type='text'>The emotional roller-coaster ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yesterday 5.45 am: My phone started ringing with the usual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Airtel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ringtone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Vishal's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; phone. He asked when was i coming at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jaidev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; travels? I hardly had managed to get up from my sleep and i realised that it was 5.45 am. I was shocked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Neend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;toh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;udd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; hi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;gayi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. I had a bus ticket booked to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. The bus was at 6 am. I instantly hanged up the call, got up from my bed and ran downstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My visa is done and i will be flying to University of Missouri- Kansas city, USA on the 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; of this month. This would be the last time in the upcoming years that i shall meet my friends from Aurangabad. Since almost all of them have moved to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; either for job search or CAT/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;CET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;/SNAP preparation, i needed to go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; for meeting them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I ran downstairs, changed my pyjamas, picked up my bag for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, woke my dad up and set out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Din't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; even bore the burden of brushing my teeth or having a cup of tea. With dad on the back-seat, i drove my bike up to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jaidev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; travels at a speed of about 70-80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;kmph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; non stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fortunately, i managed to reach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jaidev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; travels by 6 am and did catch the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Met a lot of friends today. You won't believe i roamed in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; till 2 in the morning meeting my friends. The day was filled with  emotional extremities. I was happy to be with my friends. At the same time i was sad that i won't meet them on the coming few years. In short, the day was an emotional roller-coaster ride. I was happy, sad, tensed.., too many adjectives to describe my mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-1285638477215782361?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/1285638477215782361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/12/emotional-roller-coaster-ride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/1285638477215782361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/1285638477215782361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/12/emotional-roller-coaster-ride.html' title='The emotional roller-coaster ride'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-3887474128857268907</id><published>2009-11-14T11:44:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:35:55.794-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><title type='text'>Book Review: 2 states</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Seems like Chetan Bhagat now writes a book hoping that it'd be made into a bollywood movie someday. 2 states: The story of my marriage is a full-on love story. Unfortunately, no real life couple can relate to it. But, as you read the book, you can totally imagine as if a movie or a TV soap is being played in front of your eyes. Coz the plot of the book is what is the base plot for most of our movies: Two people meet, fall in love, their love stands to test and no doubts, their relationship overcomes all hurdles. Happy ending at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The story begins where Chetan left it in Five Point Someone. The protagonist, who had a girlfriend at IIT, now at IIM-A, has a new girlfriend. The world might consider guys making to IITs and IIMs as book-worms but after reading Chetan Bhagat novels, you might need to change this belief. These guys seem to be the cool too. So, even guys at IITs and IIMs have girlfriends. OK..! Moving with the story... Krish, a Punjabi boy meets Ananya, a Tamilian girl at IIM- A. Both fall in love. And by Chetan Bhagat norms, after confessing their love for each other, they kiss and have sex within the next 2-3 pages of the book. Now, on the convocation day, they plan a meeting for their parents. The two families dislike each other. And now the actual story takes off. Krish and Ananya have to convince their parents to concede to their choices. But unfortunately, the book turns boring from this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The first two acts, the ones at Ahmedabad and Delhi, are interesting. But once the story enters Chennai, it turns very dull. The story also disappoints at Goa, when for the second time, their parents disagrees their relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But, Chetan Bhagat has the tact that he keeps the reader captivated till the end. Afterall, we Indians have grown up watching typical hindi movies: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;End mein hero-heroine milte kaise hain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; We love to find that out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Although the love story is bore, Chetan Bhagat has wonderfully described the differences between the north and south Indian culture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hats off to the way he has described Chennai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; He leaves a message to the readers: Don't opt for Chennai as work-place unless your gf's there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Overall, the book's story was not a very refreshing one. Sadly, 2 states comes from an author who has written marvellous books like Five point someone and One night at call centre (My fav.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My rating 2 on 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SxbCEsGpkBI/AAAAAAAAAWc/YafXhPY1OeE/s1600-h/2-states_UDifW_80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SxbCEsGpkBI/AAAAAAAAAWc/YafXhPY1OeE/s400/2-states_UDifW_80.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410725388146544658" style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 397px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-3887474128857268907?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/3887474128857268907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-review-2-states.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/3887474128857268907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/3887474128857268907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-review-2-states.html' title='Book Review: 2 states'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SxbCEsGpkBI/AAAAAAAAAWc/YafXhPY1OeE/s72-c/2-states_UDifW_80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-3926043348528830140</id><published>2009-10-30T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:29:04.723-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><title type='text'>Dhaniya ke saath SIM free</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today a new commercial went on air: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shahrukh&lt;/span&gt; asking "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kitni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;der&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lagti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kehne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mein&lt;/span&gt;: Will you marry me?&lt;/i&gt;" Then, we are informed that all local and STD calls would now be charged 1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;paisa&lt;/span&gt; per second and the ad is concluded with a sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Airtel&lt;/span&gt; tune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;AirTel&lt;/span&gt;, finally, today entered the bandwagon of operators who are providing calling rates of 1p/sec. An initiative took by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;DoCoMo&lt;/span&gt;, the 1p/sec national calling plan was an instant success. No doubt, other operators followed suit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Vodafone&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Aircel&lt;/span&gt;, Idea, Loop mobile and finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;AirTel&lt;/span&gt; did it too. However, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;AirTel's&lt;/span&gt; 1p per sec plan isn't really affordable. Firstly because it provides 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;paisa&lt;/span&gt; per sec calling plan only to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;AirTel&lt;/span&gt; mobiles. For rest of the operators, its charged 1.2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;paisa&lt;/span&gt; per sec. (This 1.2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;paisa&lt;/span&gt; thing is really confusing). Secondly, to avail the offer, people have to recharge with a special amount and this amount differs from state to state. Same is with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Vodafone&lt;/span&gt;. With such drawbacks, according to me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Tata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;DoCoMo&lt;/span&gt; is the best for 1p/sec plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there is something better than that too. Its Reliance. The "Simply Reliance" plan is just awesome. With an RC of Rs.48, Reliance provides &lt;b&gt;all &lt;/b&gt;calls at 50p per minute for lifetime. This also includes incoming and outgoing calls on roaming. Liked it? But that's not the best offer by Reliance. The best one is this: With an RC of Rs. 58, Reliance provides &lt;b&gt;all &lt;/b&gt;calls at 1 p per sec for 1 year. This, too, includes calls made/attended while on roaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you say that "Indian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;telecom&lt;/span&gt; can't get cheaper than this", then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; tell you to wait for a few months. The Indian customer base, as of today is 500 million, is increasing like anything and the operator calling rates are descending like anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day, i saw this outside a mobile retail outlet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It not just advertises that they are &lt;i&gt;"selling" &lt;/i&gt;free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;DoCoMo&lt;/span&gt; SIM cards, but also that "&lt;i&gt;2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;SIMs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;saath&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ghadi&lt;/span&gt; free.&lt;/i&gt;" Great! The day isn't too far when SIM cards will be freely available with &lt;i&gt;a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;gaddi&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;dhaniya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SvHVkMSropI/AAAAAAAAAWU/CZNeVr_VRh8/s400/25Apr09KED_008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400332245945524882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-3926043348528830140?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/3926043348528830140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/10/dhaniya-ke-saath-sim-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/3926043348528830140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/3926043348528830140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/10/dhaniya-ke-saath-sim-free.html' title='Dhaniya ke saath SIM free'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SvHVkMSropI/AAAAAAAAAWU/CZNeVr_VRh8/s72-c/25Apr09KED_008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-120446238466983764</id><published>2009-10-17T01:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T13:28:26.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/htib2c.jpg" border="0" alt="Diwali wishes" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-120446238466983764?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/120446238466983764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/10/diwali-wishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/120446238466983764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/120446238466983764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/10/diwali-wishes.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/htib2c_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-5681955229743987821</id><published>2009-10-08T12:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T01:15:55.728-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><title type='text'>5 most annoying stuff on Indian television</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/StLIkT1YF4I/AAAAAAAAAVg/uY_VPZO5Xxs/s1600-h/C.I.D..jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Off late, i have been watching a lot of television. Most of the time there is nothing worth watching on the TV. I have to surf a lot of channels to watch something good and finally i end up somewhere where a latest song is being played. So, most of the whatever shown on the TV is boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here i present a list of stuff, other than our terrible media news, that i find very ridiculous on our Indian television:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actors promoting their upcoming films on reality shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a dozen full of reality shows that air on the TV any given month. Such reality shows have become a great platform for film actors to come and promote their upcoming movies. Shows like Dus ka Dum Season 2 are purely dedicated for this purpose. A new show called Dance Premier League announced big star names supporting certain zones. Those were just there at the auditions to promote their upcoming films. I uttered an "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" when i found Himesh supporting Central zone. He was actually promoting 'Radio'. Anyways, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ye log kitna bhi film promote karein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, films still flop terribly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/StLHAcH21uI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/foHyCH-QMfQ/s400/10429_155770542679_144612517679_3326814_6662949_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391590514278979298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Commercials of Lifebuoy, Pepsodent etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seeing commercials like "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mera toothpaste fail hua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" is another most irritating thing on the television. The commercials show parents and the society caring about least-important issues as if they are some kind of national-security issues. How many lives are really affected by the choice of a soap or a toothpaste? School kids are shown intelligent if they use a Lifebuoy soap or a Pepsodent toothpaste. The other kids (and their parents too) are shown to be the dumbest creatures on planet. Wtf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;yaar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WDrsLxwgogo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WDrsLxwgogo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Star one serials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The next time you play 'Truth or Dare', you may dare your friends to watch an entire episode of "Dill Mill Gayye (what a crap spelling)", "Miley jab hum tum" or "Love ne mila di jodi". These shows have literally defamed the concept of "young love stories". The stories are terrible. What makes the shows even more terrible are the actors who actually act that plot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Good looking faces not necessarily make a good love story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/StLIPuWIecI/AAAAAAAAAVY/QDhwypF-yYk/s400/MJHT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391591876380359106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. C.I.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Any time my TV gets tuned to Sony, I find ACP Pradyumann solving some murder mystery. He has his team of members who are extremely expressionless. Anyways, Shivaji Satam is a talented actor and his acting compensates for the impotent dialogue delivery of rest of the cast. C.I.D. is one of the longest running shows of TV. I'm not saying that its a bad show. Its good.. until its just shown once in a week. Although, they should also add practicality to the show. Opening a safe with video projection of a dead man's eye, generating such viruses in their lab that deserve Nobel prize if actually made etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kuch hazam nahi hua..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/StLIkT1YF4I/AAAAAAAAAVg/uY_VPZO5Xxs/s1600-h/C.I.D..jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/StLIkT1YF4I/AAAAAAAAAVg/uY_VPZO5Xxs/s400/C.I.D..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391592230040901506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 201px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. Pathetic songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not all songs are likeable. Certain songs, if played, demand mercy for human ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mann ka Radio..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;." I feel like puking when Himesh goes "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fultoo attitude de de tu zara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All the best...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" Please... Sanjay Dutt, Ajay Devgan and Fardeen Khan from no angle look like rockstars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jhappiyon sa desh hai mera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" Rani dear.. stop singing for the nation. It doesn't suit you at all. Its time to start playing Shahid's mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;New movies and new songs keep getting added. What matters for you is to change the channel. Imagine a doomsday... when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;songs of "What's your Raashee?" will be played.. back-to-back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-5681955229743987821?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/5681955229743987821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/10/5-most-annoying-stuff-on-indian.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/5681955229743987821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/5681955229743987821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/10/5-most-annoying-stuff-on-indian.html' title='5 most annoying stuff on Indian television'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/StLHAcH21uI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/foHyCH-QMfQ/s72-c/10429_155770542679_144612517679_3326814_6662949_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-7804368947623254435</id><published>2009-09-25T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T04:47:41.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Movie Review: What's Your Raashee?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I watch English movies."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh.. English movies... So, who's your favourite actor?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Tom."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh.. Tom Cruise?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Nahi.. Tom and Zerry...." and then she chuckles as if an ass is braying.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Watched 'What's Your Raashee?' today. First day, First show. It was a long movie: 3 and a half hours. Very few movies can actually hold audience interest for so long. Unfortunately, WTR is not one of those types. The movie should have been of a shorter duration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Speaking about the movie review, i'd say that the movie would have been good if there weren't any songs in it. You start feeling weary as you watch a song for every other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rashee's girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. To add to it, i din't like any of the songs very much except for '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Chehre jo dekhe hain....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;' It should have had been the only song to be shown in the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What i liked about the film was its concept. The story was nice. Many scenes were funny. Some of the dialogues were really good. Like when Harman reads the book 'What's your rashee?', he says "&lt;i&gt;12 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;rashiyaan? Matlab ladkiyan 12 tarah ki hoti hain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What i did not like about the movie was the duration and the songs. Whenever the audience starts feeling that the movie is good, a bore song enters and spoils that very feeling. At the cinema hall where i saw the movie, audience actually clapped when there was an intermission. Also, whenever a song got over, you feel like "Thank God!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Speaking about the actors, Harman has done a good job. He plays the role of a wannabe groom very well. The only problem is that he reminds us of Hrithik. In one of the songs where the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pisces-girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;imagines Harman as her love of last incarnation, Harman looks exactly like Hrithik. For one second i was like "Abey! Hrithik..!" Another glitch i found was his life at Chicago is shown way too perfect. He is at a good US university, has a good job and is also a DJ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Thoda zyada perfect nahi ho gaya? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Priyanka Chopra has done a really good job. She has very efficiently played the role(s). She was brilliant when she played the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Aries-girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;... yes yes.. the one whose favourite actor was Tom. Although with some roles she does not seem so good. Her childish acts as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Taurus-girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; are more irritating rather than being convincing. Till the end, you find it difficult to differentiate all the girls from one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Overall, the movie is a one-time watch, that too at home... so that you could fast-forward the boring parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My rating: 2.5 on 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As i finish this post, let me finish the scene i've written at the beginning of the post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He is taken aback as she chuckles. She then asks "Aapko Tom nahi pasand?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Nahi. Mujhe Jerry pasand hai."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;chuckles again=""&gt; Haan haan. Woh bhi achcha hai."&lt;/chuckles&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SryNpN7DhxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/gdBrZ-egTDo/s1600-h/what%60s-your-raashee-12a+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SryNpN7DhxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/gdBrZ-egTDo/s400/what%60s-your-raashee-12a+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385334993679779602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-7804368947623254435?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/7804368947623254435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/09/movie-review-whats-your-raashee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7804368947623254435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7804368947623254435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/09/movie-review-whats-your-raashee.html' title='Movie Review: What&apos;s Your Raashee?'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SryNpN7DhxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/gdBrZ-egTDo/s72-c/what%60s-your-raashee-12a+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-8645485968281981631</id><published>2009-09-24T12:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T06:31:26.460-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoshop'/><title type='text'>Photoshop Brushes: Childish &amp; Cheap Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photoshopping is one of my most cherished hobbies. I can sit using it for hours doing something or the other. I love to play with brushes, gradient tool, filters and all such photoshop tools. Many people believe that having a good hand at photoshop is just having a lot of brushes installed. I think that having a lot brushes is not a big deal but, the way you use the brushes is what shows your actual skills. Beautiful arts can be created even by using few brushes and tools, the catch is how you use them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anyways, one of the things i like doing on photoshop is designing my own brushes. I see different photoshop brushes available to download on thousands of websites. Here, for the first time, i am releasing a set of brushes, for download, that i have designed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Basically, here are two sets of brushes. The childish hearts are brushes that seem like a kindergarten art. The cheap hearts are brushes that show the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Break-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; situation. Called cheap because they are the fantasy-arts of a roadside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;chichora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;who has just lost his love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://download701.mediafire.com/jsfuisn5zb5g/zfoezicyjkq/Childish%26Cheap_Hearts.rar"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;DOWNLOAD HERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hope you like them. Happy photoshopping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SrtZAwV5HkI/AAAAAAAAAUw/jAIOMPHBnv8/s400/Childish%26Cheap_Hearts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384995648963157570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-8645485968281981631?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/8645485968281981631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/09/photoshop-brushes-childish-cheap-hearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/8645485968281981631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/8645485968281981631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/09/photoshop-brushes-childish-cheap-hearts.html' title='Photoshop Brushes: Childish &amp; Cheap Hearts'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SrtZAwV5HkI/AAAAAAAAAUw/jAIOMPHBnv8/s72-c/Childish%26Cheap_Hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-728837716406667664</id><published>2009-09-13T12:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:10:59.673-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter trends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aurangabad'/><title type='text'>I hate when girls say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;One of the best things about Twitter is the trending of topics. There are some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;hash-tagged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;trending topics on twitter which are the talk of the twitter users around the world. My favourite trending topics have been #inappropriatemovies that gave a double-meaning twist to famous movie names (Honey, I did the kids; National Pleasure; Jab we made etc.); #twilmy that had famous hindi movie dialouges narrated in a funny way and many other topics too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Today, #ihatewhengirlssay is one of the trending topics on twittter. Here are some of the tweets, on that topic, that i liked:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;#ihatewhengirlssay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; "Oh! I don't enjoy such jokes". Here, "don't enjoy" means laughing on it for hours &amp;amp; texting that joke to friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;#ihatewhengirlssay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; nothing, just give an innocent smile and blush. Yet, from no angle they look sweet/cute: what they intend to show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;#ihatewhengirlssay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; "What can you do for me?" Doesn't it look like you have done much for yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;#ihatewhengirlssay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; "Huh, Boys will be boys!" Yah dumbo! That's the nature's rule until someone undergoes an operation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;#ihatewhengirlssay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; "I'm a decent girl." Yah..! And I'm Brad Pitt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;#ihatewhengirlssay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; "I was judging you" huh.. who the hell are you to judge me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;#ihatewhengirlssay "Am I fat?" and they expect an honest answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;#ihatewhengirlssay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; "We need to talk."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;#ihatewhengirlssay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; "Tell me. I won't tell anyone." Co-incidentally, the next day, &gt;dozen people know the secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 15px; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;#ihatewhengirlssay they can't find a good man when the only place they think to look is on FACEBOOK &amp;amp; TWITTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;#ihatewhengirlssay "We can't date, I see you like a brother..." What the hell gave you that impression..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;One thing to be noted is that some tweets above are censored versions of what were actually tweeted. Seems like Americans have a habit of using the word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;b*tch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Btw, currently, i'm at Aurangabad for getting my T.C. and filling out the forms for degree and migration certificate. What is unusual this time here is that right now, hardly any of my friends are at Aurangabad. Almost everybody is at Pune. Some of joined Seed Infotech (Java, .net etc.), some have joined Time (CAT, CET etc.) whereas few lucky ones have got some job. Jai is here. But, even he had planned to go to Pune on Saturday. I convinced him to stay till i'm here at Aurangabad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-728837716406667664?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/728837716406667664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-when-girls-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/728837716406667664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/728837716406667664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-when-girls-say.html' title='I hate when girls say...'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-3561783081378219576</id><published>2009-09-06T12:45:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:55:28.622-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5310'/><title type='text'>When I modded my Moto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I still remember the day. It was about 3 years ago. I was browsing net on my Motorazr and i found a term "seem editing". When i read about the term, it claimed to bring modifications for Motorola phones. I was quite instigated by the post i read and then, it was like modding my motorazr became the prime aim of my life. I read and re-read forums and guides on sites like modmymoto and motox. But for the first three weeks, all i understood was that advanced modders have extensively modded their moto phones and that they discuss a lot about their advancements. The sites have basic guides for dummies but with all the alien-for-novices terms used in the articles, it is quiet difficult for a wannabe modder to get versed with it. The first three weeks, i was very confused and demoralized as i was not able to even get my phone recognized by the modding softwares, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;phir modding toh door ki baat hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Although, after those days, my modding career graph mounted up. And then, as they say it: I never looked back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I did a lot with my phone. lolzz.. I mean that I tried many modding experiments on my phone. I successfully accomplished the beginner's level of getting phone detected by the PC in P2K mode. Now-a-days, ready-made applications are available which automatically install the phone P2K drivers. But in those days, we had to do it step-by-step..., manually. I successfully accomplished the next to beginner stage of installing new skins in the phone, changing menu options, installing many new applications, changing interesting phone features by seem editing etc. Speaking about the advanced level, i successfully accomplished that too, but twice i failed. I installed new fonts in the phone, new DRM icon sets in the phone, new "monster packs" etc. A monster pack is like a customized firmware. You download it, flash it on to your phone and get an entirely new phone: new skins, new icons, new font etc. Anybody can create your own monster pack. Twice, i unsuccessfully flashed my phone. Unsuccessful flashing is getting your phone stuck in boot mode. The first time i was very very scared. I thought that i lost my phone. But, that was not the case. The Moto-service centre people fix it. They charge Rs. 100 for that. Its nothing but the software upgrade. Nokia does that for free.&lt;br /&gt;There's a super-advanced level too. New scopes, new moddings and new achievements. I would have done that too. But then, I got a Nokia 5310. Nokia doesn't provide much scope for modding. Motorola phones have much scope for modding because the company provides very few customizable features by default in the phone. While modding, i came to know that many features (like playing sounds in phone's default audio player even with flip closed, asking confirmation before sending a multi-page sms etc.) could have been easily provided, but they are not. Bad business strategies i would say!&lt;br /&gt;As a conclusion, i would say modding is really tough for those who do not understand it and a cakewalk for those who do. Although i blame Motorola phones for not being even half as easily-customizable as Nokia phones, i should admit one thing: with modding, i got to learn a lot. At the end, i'm leaving you with certain snapshots of my phone that i took years ago. You can see new skins, new fonts and new DRM icons here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SqSueg24xPI/AAAAAAAAAUA/F67GzOwRcCM/s400/vista_menu.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378615694226670834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 220px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SqSudz8oNcI/AAAAAAAAATw/AI3ucDApAG0/s1600-h/SEw.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SqSudz8oNcI/AAAAAAAAATw/AI3ucDApAG0/s400/SEw.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378615682171155906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 220px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SqSudlHQ4HI/AAAAAAAAATo/lUqiuY359ck/s1600-h/SE2.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SqSudlHQ4HI/AAAAAAAAATo/lUqiuY359ck/s400/SE2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378615678189232242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 220px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;(That's not a Sony Ericsson phone. Its my Motorazr.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SqSufJD9x8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/J3aqR0T2KxQ/s1600-h/fl_1.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SqSufJD9x8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/J3aqR0T2KxQ/s400/fl_1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378615705018943426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 220px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(That's menu. Really..!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SqSt1qjt5FI/AAAAAAAAATI/z5ISHHOuRXQ/s1600-h/mf4.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SqSt1qjt5FI/AAAAAAAAATI/z5ISHHOuRXQ/s400/mf4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378614992455984210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 220px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Even that's menu.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Check out the fonts on my phone. Anyday better than the default fonts Motorazr provides. The following screen shot shows Tahoma font. I don't remember the other one. It seems Arial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SqSueedKILI/AAAAAAAAAT4/9700780uSxQ/s400/Tahoma_iTunes.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378615693581885618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 220px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SqSwFvwnc4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/x3RSyhFoaeI/s1600-h/FG_iTunes.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SqSwFvwnc4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/x3RSyhFoaeI/s400/FG_iTunes.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378617467753427842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 220px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Check out the DRM icons in the following screen-shots:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SqSt24Lo_OI/AAAAAAAAATg/tCnXbajp0TA/s1600-h/screen6.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SqSt24Lo_OI/AAAAAAAAATg/tCnXbajp0TA/s400/screen6.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378615013292965090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 220px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SqSt2dlugjI/AAAAAAAAATY/mMFVCjt6n_w/s1600-h/MOTOKEDR_5.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SqSt2dlugjI/AAAAAAAAATY/mMFVCjt6n_w/s400/MOTOKEDR_5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378615006154621490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 220px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SqSt1OtzM2I/AAAAAAAAATA/FyDo3FaV0UY/s1600-h/icons.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SqSt1OtzM2I/AAAAAAAAATA/FyDo3FaV0UY/s400/icons.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378614984982082402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 220px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-3561783081378219576?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/3561783081378219576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-i-modded-my-moto.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/3561783081378219576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/3561783081378219576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-i-modded-my-moto.html' title='When I modded my Moto'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SqSueg24xPI/AAAAAAAAAUA/F67GzOwRcCM/s72-c/vista_menu.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-1466034910393392641</id><published>2009-08-31T13:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:56:16.958-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop'/><title type='text'>What the Dell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its not even one month that I bought my new Dell Studio 15 and I've had to deal with a number of problems already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It began last to last week as the laptop discontinued to get charged when i plugged in the adapter. The case was that current stopped to flow in the adapter itself. The laptop won't even run on the general AC power on the removal of battery. I called Dell technical care. The person said that the problem was with the motherboard. I did not really get it. I had an opinion that the adapter might be faulty. Anyways, Dell service engineers visited my home two days later and changed the motherboard. How happy was i that finally i could use my laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But Dell seem to have other plans for me. As expected, the problem still continued. It still discontinued to get charged. Finally, I got a brand new adapter from Dell. How happy was i that finally i could use my laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But Dell seem to have other plans for me. The laptop just did not get turned on. Yes that's right, it neither turned on nor even its battery got charged on inserting the adapter. I called Dell technical care. The girl told me some troubleshooting steps. I followed and yes..., the lappy did get turned on. How happy was i that finally i could use my laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But Dell seem to have other plans for me. To my very surprise, i needed to always repeat the troubleshooting steps to get my lappy turned on. Not a very normal procedure it is. I called Dell technical care... again.  They are again going to send service engineers at my place to fetch whether the problem is with the motherboard or the battery or the adapter or something else. So now, even if this problem gets solved, i won't be much happy that i would finally get to use my laptop. Instead, i'll be expecting a new fault to knock my system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For those who are planning to buy a Dell laptop, here are few reasons for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why not to buy Dell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. As i had mentioned in one of my earlier posts, a Dell laptop, by default, has only one drive whose size is that of the entire hdd. I asked a Dell executive about this and he said that it is a company policy. Company policy? I'd like to meet these intelligent brains who set such "smart" policies. Even my 10 year old brother would say that he needs a computer with atleast two drives: One for the OS and other for the data. Btw, Dell does provide disk partitioning but at an extra price. But why so? Its like you buy a dish TV package that has the dish, the set top box, a plan for all the channels but you have to pay separate for the set top box's remote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. You need to wait for hours for your call to get connected to the Dell technical care. Hello.. I'm not exaggerating. Its true. You'll always have to call between 9am and ~12pm for a decent-cum-patient waiting time. You try calling it afterwards and you'll be on wait throughout.., listening to the voice saying stuff like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dell now offers a wide range of TFT monitors at amazing prices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Crap..! Ironically, you try calling the sales department and you won't be on wait for more than 30 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. The third reason is not a general one. Its just for me..., in case i plan to buy, in future, anything that's Dell. Note to self: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Problems come and go when you have Dell. There are chances that your problem might get fixed. But there is a guarantee, that after one problem is gone, the next one will come for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'd now say as Ross says it "I'm indignant.. as a consumer". But the difference is that i am saying that for my laptop. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-1466034910393392641?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/1466034910393392641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-dell.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/1466034910393392641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/1466034910393392641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-dell.html' title='What the Dell'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-3063510159136520358</id><published>2009-08-17T12:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T04:42:32.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clear'/><title type='text'>Movie Review: Kaminey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Feventy three percent. Finally i am a graduate..., that too with diftinction. Refult waf announfed late night on Faturday, the 15th of Auguft. On the fixty fecond independeff day of India, we got independeff from the wonderful-and-wicked hold of engineering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Btw, i'm writing फ inftead of फ becauf today i faw Ka... K... Ka... Kaminey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Crap jokes apart... What's important is that after a long restive wait, finally our final semester results are out and i've scored a big fat 73.12%. I'm happy indeed. Looks like four years' hardwork ;) has paid off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Speaking about Kaminey, i liked the film. Its a good movie. Turns boring at some plots. Also, the climax and ending moves at a very fast pace. But overall, the story is great. All the actors have given a brilliant performance. The songs are awesome. I like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dhan te nan, Raat ke dhai baje &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fatak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;very much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The film is worth watching once. In short, its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;paifa vafool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My Rating 3.5 on 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SryQULoYrOI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ENmeQGQziW0/s1600-h/kaminey-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SryQULoYrOI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ENmeQGQziW0/s400/kaminey-21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385337930822233314" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-3063510159136520358?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/3063510159136520358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/08/movie-review-kaminey.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/3063510159136520358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/3063510159136520358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/08/movie-review-kaminey.html' title='Movie Review: Kaminey'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SryQULoYrOI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ENmeQGQziW0/s72-c/kaminey-21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-6040557595182701493</id><published>2009-08-13T13:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:57:42.435-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5310'/><title type='text'>6 Pac men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; "On this pack, its written that STD calls are charged 2p. per sec.", I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She did an "Erm.." sound and replied in her very sweet voice,"But sir, we have been told that STD calls will be charged 1p per sec. We have been given this presentation and it says the same. You yourself see this." Then she turned her computer's LCD towards me. There was a Tata DoCoMo powerpoint file open, where the slide showed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;STD Calls @ 1p/sec &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;in the Comic-Sans font.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was at The Mobile Store today to get a Tata DoCoMo sim-card. The GSM operator launched yesterday here at M.P. and since then, i have been seeing its Pac-man like creatures' advertisement on many hoardings, road-divider boards etc. all over Indore. The DoCoMo logo seems like six creatures of the game Pac-man forming a "D", a "C", an "M" and three "O"s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Getting it is surely a nice decision. Call rates as low as 1p. per sec, all over the India, is surely a profitable deal, especially for a person like me. Yes, the STD calls are charged 1 p. per sec for the first 27,000 seconds every 30 days. Pretty affordable..! So now, i have my Nokia 5310 displaying TATA DOCOMO as the carrier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tata DoCoMo's sim packet is different than the usual ones. It was more like a chocolate's pack. Another funny thing i noted was that when you open that sim packet, the first thing you see is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How do you do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;written in big fonts. Oh..! So double-meaning..! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-6040557595182701493?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/6040557595182701493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/08/6-pac-men.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/6040557595182701493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/6040557595182701493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/08/6-pac-men.html' title='6 Pac men'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-6872885723380082274</id><published>2009-08-06T12:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:58:11.672-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5310'/><title type='text'>Lappy Dappy Doo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Got a new laptop: Dell Studio 15. Its a great piece. 320 GB HDD, 3 GB RAM, 2 MP webcam, 15.6" display monitor, 256MB video graphics card, 8 in 1 memory card reader, Bluetooth etc. I am also a happy customer to have obtained Dell Optical mouse and Creative noise isolation earphones free with the laptop. Pretty much what all i wanted. Besides the configuration, there are certain other features too that made me like my lappy more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It has genuine premium Vista edition (almost all laptops do). I love the Vista graphics especially the 3D switching of windows, fading-out appearance effects etc. Yet, i believe that XP is anyday better than Vista. Anyways, what's great about having a premium edition is that whenever Windows 7 will be launched (sometime during October), i can upgrade from Vista to 7 free of cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Another program that i liked a lot is the Windows Media Center. OK.. i know that there's nothing new about it. But, i am using it for the first time. And i'm a fan of it. The rich quality graphics they have used are spellbounding. Seems an eye-candy for all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Graphic Romeos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then, there are loads of cool features in the Dell webcam central software. Credits to the face recognition technology it has, one can add a lot to his face in the live webcam. There are even voice-modifiers which for sure make you laugh when an effect is added to your voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But, not all is good about it. The notebook has come with a serious disadvantage. It has only one drive. Yes.. It has just one drive for your OS, your softwares, your data and whatever you add to your laptop. So, all you use in your lappy is the C:. Thats insane. How can one have the OS and the data in the same drive? There is other drive too (D:), the recovery drive,  that has a small size of 15 GB that contains data related to recovery. I really didn't get the motive of providing that drive after they have given a DVDs for OS, drivers and other utilities with the laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, to overcome this flaw, i used the Paragon partitioner software to create/resize drive(s). Had to use it because Vista internal partitioner allows you to shrink the C: only to a limited size of memory to create new drive(s). Thanks to the software that i ended up screwing my new baby lappy. The partitioning did not work out well and the laptop got stuck in the DOS mode displaying the message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Interrupted operation. Insert the recovery CD or other recovery media and then reboot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is not for the first time i have screwed up a gadget while customising it as per my demands. I have had twice unsuccessfully flashed my MotoRazr in purpose of modifying it. Although, the phone did get restored. I've never did it with my 5310 though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Back to my Dell Studio 15, i have reinstalled Vista in it. Removed the recovery drive D: too. All i now have is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;drive C: of size 297 GB. Now, i think its better to use the Vista internal partitioner itself. Although, new drives can be created with the OS DVD, but why take risk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-6872885723380082274?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/6872885723380082274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/08/lappy-dappy-doo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/6872885723380082274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/6872885723380082274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/08/lappy-dappy-doo.html' title='Lappy Dappy Doo'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-8530647072261996604</id><published>2009-08-01T13:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:58:45.228-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aurangabad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indore'/><title type='text'>Feeling Privileged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Friends are God's ways of apologizing for the families he's given us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its World Friendship Day tomorrow and the zeal of the event is already in the air with newspapers, social networking sites etc. It is the celebration of a relationship that is the need of each and every person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am at Indore and i won't be able to celebrate the day with any of my friends from Aurangabad. But, i surely do remember and value those people who have changed my life by being a part of it. I feel blessed to have friends.., not just my group or close-friends, but all my friends, whom i enjoy to be with, who like me the way i am, who understand me and who have stood there by me whenever i needed them. Afterall, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A friend is a person who meets the needs of all your varying moods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; I have had countless memorable incidents with all of them. At every other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; of my life, i have enjoyed the time with them. As they say it: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense, and have your nonsense respected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was not and never will be just a need of getting along with people only coz they would be of some help someday. It is the feeling of being with them that embosses itself in your mind and heart. A saying goes that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; A friend is someone with whom you dare to be yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How true..! On this great day, i'd like to thank all all all of my friends for being my friend and i'd like to wish them a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happy Friendship Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-8530647072261996604?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/8530647072261996604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/08/feeling-privileged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/8530647072261996604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/8530647072261996604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/08/feeling-privileged.html' title='Feeling Privileged'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-5521881371116729714</id><published>2009-07-24T12:55:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:25:19.638-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfection'/><title type='text'>J.A.W.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Changed my orkut account's last name to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just Another Wannabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. The three words abbreviated as J.A.W. very much describe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have always been an aspirant. I like to aspire for certain plus-points other people are blessed with. This sentence might present me as an avaricious and covetous person. But, this is not completely true. I am a self-content person as well. I value my achievements and adore what i am blessed with. I repeat "what i am blessed with"; not what i don't like to possess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;People would be idolizing celebrities and aspiring to be like them someday. I do not idolize celebrities. I consider people whom i know, as models. Everybody has something that is worth an acclaim. Everybody has some factor that makes him/her a celebrity on some podium. Why not pursue that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A few might be following me. But i follow many. Except on twitter, i have more 'following' than 'followers'. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So that is pretty much what a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;wannabe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;means. Yet, as a formality, let me state the dictionary meaning of the same:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;wannabe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;noun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;aspirant; follower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Regarding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;just another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, i need not speak much. As they say it: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You are unique. Just like anybody else is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am common and i honour that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have not changed my purpose and perspective of life. As i always say, i want to be perfect. But, do not take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; by its dictionary meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; As i had posted it earlier, Perfection for me is not to conquer the world or win in every other competition i participate. For me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Perfection is a feeling of satisfaction that i've reached the benchmark of certain factors which i consider important, the benchmark being set by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(You might find this post confusing. If you have understood it well, you are someone who understands me well.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-5521881371116729714?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/5521881371116729714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/07/jaw.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/5521881371116729714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/5521881371116729714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/07/jaw.html' title='J.A.W.'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-1942590850774196612</id><published>2009-07-14T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T06:37:54.449-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5310'/><title type='text'>5 best Nokia s40 applications</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've been using Nokia 5310 XpressMusic for about one and a half years now. Whoever sees the phone, admires how the phone looks. I admire not just the looks but also its  performance and functionality. That's because its a series 40 phone and i always love Nokia s40 phones. Speaking about my phone, the camera quality does disappoint me. But, the music quality is so damn rocking that it conquers all the supposed cons of the model. Its not just the sleek attractive look or the music quality, but there are other factors too. Now, currently my phone is holding some 1950 messages in the inbox, 1500 in the sent items and some more in other folders. But, it does not perform slow as an s60 phone would perform in case the total messages cross 1000. Also, being an s40 phone, i have to worry least about it getting infected with a virus. For s60, there are anti-virus softwares compulsorily recommended, that also slow the phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One factor where s60 is better is the extensive support of applications it offers..., any damn application runs on an s60 phone. You cannot run an application in the background in an s40 phone. Yet, this does not mean that you cannot run an application in it. Here are some of the applications i would recommend any s40 phone owner to install it in his phone: (I said 'his phone' because girls hardly are into installing applications in their phones)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1] Opera Mini&lt;/strong&gt;: A light, fast and affordable mobile browser that is currently the best in this category. If anybody thinks that we cannot use it completely like a browser, then think again. You may even perform functions like downloading where your download item will get saved in the path you set for it. You need not fetch mobile sites for downloading. You can download files from websites meant for PCs too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2] English Mini&lt;/strong&gt;: A mobile dictionary is a must-have. You come across any word that you do not understand, you just open the application and start typing the alphabets of that word. The word would exist in the dictionary if it exists in the latest Oxford university dictionary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3] MobyExplorer&lt;/strong&gt;: A mobile explorer is like an add-on to what your mobile already allows you to do with your files. You can hide, encrypt, decrypt, copy and do more on any file in your gallery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4] BlueChat&lt;/strong&gt;: Its nothing vulgar man! The application allows you to chat with your buddies via bluetooth. A useful application to be used during lectures. For girls to know, the other friend must also have a bluetooth hanset with the same application and it must be within your blutooth's range (not anywhere in the world as you expected).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other fabulous bluetooth softwares are Bluetooth hack and Bluetooth FTP. The former one allows you to read contacts, read messages from other phones, place a call from the hacked device and loads more... all this just through the bluetooth. It works best if you have a Sony Ericsson phone. Nevertheless, it also works with Nokia and Motorola. In case of Samsung, it hangs and reboots the phone. Lolzz.. The later application is an FTP between two devices where the transfer is done via bluetooth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5] Nimbuzz&lt;/strong&gt;: An all in one messenger that musters all your contacts from various social communities like Yahoo messenger, Google talk, Facebook, Skype and others that we Indians hardly use (precisely 'never use'). But for us, the mentioned four are more than enough. What's more? You can also share files and call others. Although these functions eat up so much data that your balance would decrease with a geometrical progression. Calling function in s40 is not VoIP. There are other softwares like mig33 and eBuddy too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-1942590850774196612?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/1942590850774196612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-best-nokia-s40-applications.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/1942590850774196612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/1942590850774196612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-best-nokia-s40-applications.html' title='5 best Nokia s40 applications'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-7611857481753532183</id><published>2009-07-04T13:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T11:50:40.320-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><title type='text'>So called Fourth Pillar</title><content type='html'>The other day i was watching TV and surfing through channels when i landed on Sahara Samay. The channel was flashing the news "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katrina Kaif nahi pehnaingi skirt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." (Katrina Kaif will not wear skirts anymore). The channel presented an hour-ful package on this topic. They included the most crap and irrelevant details they could. But it is not just this news item or this channel. You anytime surf through the set of Indian news channels and there is atleast one channel showing some pathetically terrible and senseless news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Below are certain screenshots (collected some of them from internet) that raise doubts on whether media should really be called as the fourth pillar of any country. There is an old man sitting in the News 24 studio saying "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mujhse shaadi karlo Rakhi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and the news anchor is talking to him about his paranormal wish of marrying Rakhi Sawant. There is an India TV screenshot that says "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;India TV ke paas hila dene wala video&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." lolzz... What's a &lt;em&gt;hila dene wala&lt;/em&gt; video? Similarly, there is a screenshot that carries a line "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dhoni ka 12 inch dilayega vishwa cup. Pehle Dhoni ka that 1.5 feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." lmao... There are also screenshots of news items of Aaj Tak that show news items like "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obama ne maari makhhi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amitabh Bachchan ko thand lagi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". The later one is a Breaking news. Now, technically a Breaking news is defined as a report on a current event that broadcasters feel warrants the interruption of scheduled programming in order to report its details. Had not expected this from such a mature channel like Aaj Tak.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SlBE9bGQRNI/AAAAAAAAARI/Q8Bb7lZCc-w/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354855778980218066" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SlBDgtkpCcI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bZup3t7tDGY/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354854186211674562" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SlBDgB7Qt1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/9aB-WBmBZ8c/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354854174495389522" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SlBDgYqYjGI/AAAAAAAAAQw/UU_eYIxjiH0/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354854180598615138" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 69px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SlBDf-pxCOI/AAAAAAAAAQg/1ssNvrs6N3M/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354854173616703714" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SlBE9R0Qf-I/AAAAAAAAARA/-NKdEaMS6lc/s320/6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354855776488816610" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Post updation validity: 1 month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-7611857481753532183?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/7611857481753532183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-called-fourth-pillar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7611857481753532183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7611857481753532183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-called-fourth-pillar.html' title='So called Fourth Pillar'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SlBE9bGQRNI/AAAAAAAAARI/Q8Bb7lZCc-w/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-4421718696659239004</id><published>2009-06-18T13:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:51:06.407-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Slam Junk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Finally, it has arrived. The dusk of an era (and the dawn of a new one). The total end of the graduation days. Now all i hear is "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Main parson jaa raha hoon&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maajhi gaadi udya dupar chi aahe&lt;/span&gt;" etc. All are moving on. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moving on for The Next.&lt;/span&gt; And 20th June seems to be the date where most of the people including me would be leaving Aurangabad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have earned a lot during my graduation that i would cherish for my entire life. One of such assets is my Slam Diary. I managed to get many people to write about me. Now technically, what you fill in a person's slam diary becomes something like a documentation of his eulogy. Thanks to the general belief that one should write all good stuff about a person in his slam diary. And if there is nothing good about him, then make up some. Do whatever but the owner of the slam book must feel high on clouds of emotional euphoria after reading that. He should be gladly proud that he spent money on the diary and made you write into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever...., thankfully, that was not the case with me. Not all written into my slam diary made me go rejoicing over the content. But, a lot more than that stuff, there were things written that did cheer me up very very much. Further, i am presenting a short account of what was actually written in my slam diary. Almost every person who filled my slam diary advised me to gain weight. Phrases like "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wazan badha, Body bana.&lt;/span&gt;" are very commonly found in my diary. Many wrote that my face looks innocent. To be precise, they wrote that its just the face that's innocent. Following are some of the best lines which some of the best people have written about me. Statements by everyone who filled my slam diary are not possible. Yet, i covered a few:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a calm mind and an adjusting nature, Kedar always makes a good impression over others.&lt;/span&gt;" -Mahesh Shelke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; nature is transparent and you never hesistate to point out the mistakes made by your friends.&lt;/span&gt;" -Pushkar Vasekar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kedar is really a very creative person and has a very good imagination power.&lt;/span&gt;" -Harshada Hole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Kedar likes someone, the person becomes very special for him and he can't listen anything bad about him.&lt;/span&gt;" -Sagar Agrawal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ked is funny, hardworking and a mature guy with a professional attitude. One thing he should work on is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his tension&lt;/span&gt;." -Kshitija Shinde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't worry. Body weight will naturally gain after 25 years of age.&lt;/span&gt;" -Mohammad Shoeb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't remember a single time when it was awkward to be with Kedar. We always talked as if we have been friends for decades.&lt;/span&gt;" -Raj Chauhan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My sincere advice to Kd is not to get tensed up for such small things in life. Remember the NS class test...&lt;/span&gt;" -Nishad Mehare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back when we met in S.E., i remember that you always talked about mobiles. I and Prachi used to call you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mobile Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" -Priyanka Zanzari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we first met in S.E.,  I thought you were somewhat an attitude guy. Later i realised that you are a fabulous person to be with.&lt;/span&gt;" -Sagar Acharya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kedar is a person endowed with many qualities. He is the graphics ka badshah, videos banane mein maahir and a bundle of funny quantams.&lt;/span&gt;" -Ketki Baviskar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My first impression about you was that you were a boy with a lot of attitude. But as the time went on, you proved me wrong.&lt;/span&gt;" -Megha Bhure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My first impression about you was - 'Yaar, ye bhi kya ladka hai..? Engineering mein hoke bhi dadhi nahi.' I'm saying this because I had seen a girl who had more hairs on her cheeks than you did.&lt;/span&gt;" -Avinash Chakre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He can speak on any damn issue. You will never get bored when he is with you.&lt;/span&gt;" -Atul Chakrawar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You should make an opinion about a person after knowing the person by your own experiences and not by what people say about the person.&lt;/span&gt;" -Neha Waghchavare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When i saw you at J.N.E.C., i thought- 'Arey, ye bachcha yahan bhi.' But then i felt relaxed ke pehle ke friends mein se koi toh hai is naye college mein&lt;/span&gt;." -Sneha Ghatge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the time of decision making, you ask many people and if somebody convinces you, then you, under his influence, change your decision. Be firm on your decisions.&lt;/span&gt;" -Sagar Untawale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-4421718696659239004?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/4421718696659239004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/06/slam-junk.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/4421718696659239004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/4421718696659239004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/06/slam-junk.html' title='Slam Junk'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-8844277220169204265</id><published>2009-06-13T12:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:42:05.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>On-paper sex transformation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today was officially the last day of my college. It was our final project demo and the last day, the college wanted us to be there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had expected the last day to be a special one. Contrary to my expectations, it was not since our project demo got screwed up. To begin with, the name of our female project guide was prefixed with a "Mr." on the project report's hard binded cover. To make matters worse, it was she who found this mistake. She saw the report and asked, "What am i? Mr. or Ms.?". We were speechless. We could do nothing at that instant except for cursing the &lt;em&gt;binding wallah&lt;/em&gt;. Yet, she is a good lady and despite such a grave mistake, she totally supported us. Then, at the project demo, the external project examiner simply disagreed on our project as a website and demanded that it had ought to be an application rather than being a template. She saw not more than one web-page of our project and said us to work on it in the vacations. Work on it in the vacations? And do what? Bring back the project to college after three months? Anyways, things would get clear once our results are announced. Btw, we need to again visit the college to get our reports evaluated. Even if not a part of the project, we have to do some serious &lt;em&gt;sex-transformation&lt;/em&gt; on our project reports.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-8844277220169204265?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/8844277220169204265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-paper-sex-transformation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/8844277220169204265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/8844277220169204265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-paper-sex-transformation.html' title='On-paper sex transformation'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-1838334248336299077</id><published>2009-06-03T13:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T10:19:21.968-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clear'/><title type='text'>PGP: Pretty Gibberish Papers</title><content type='html'>Finally, finally, finally, i have done with my graduation papers. Today was the last theory paper of my entire engineering career. But i did not fare well in today's paper (Client Server Computing). Appears as if some dizzy examiner had set the paper by asking some of the same questions in both the sections. And my bad that i had left those questions. Amongst others, Network Security and Datawarehousing and Mining went good. Artificial Neural Network was a real tough paper.&lt;br /&gt;Come again if you say that engineering papers are difficult. For all the papers all i did was to study a few hours that too a day prior to the exam. Main work is that during the exam that is to write, write and write. Our creative-answering minds help us to answer questions like the reasons of popularity of PGP or a short note on metadata.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, its like one can never trust a donkey's kick, Mumbai's rains and engineering examiners. You never know when they would "sabotage" you. You can never claim a cent percent guarantee of clearing the papers until the result is actually declared.  Now, holidays have begun.... erm... wait...! These are not holidays. I'd say college days are over and its time to think about &lt;strong&gt;The Next&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-1838334248336299077?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/1838334248336299077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/06/pgp-pretty-gibberish-papers.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/1838334248336299077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/1838334248336299077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/06/pgp-pretty-gibberish-papers.html' title='PGP: Pretty Gibberish Papers'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-4918009786185497150</id><published>2009-05-22T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:54:04.615-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper'/><title type='text'>Gearing up for Grand Finale</title><content type='html'>PL is on its dusk and the exams are going to begin this Tuesday onwards. This is going to be the final most exam of my graduation. Four written papers, two vivas, a project demo and its all over. Gearing up for the written papers was not very hectic. Not all study is done during PL and a lot remains pending a night prior to the paper. Anyways, the days of preparation leave &lt;em&gt;fly &lt;/em&gt;fast. It was a month ago that we had our farewell. Weeks have passed fast. Have purchased huge expensive bundles of xerox. Hope the money pays off... Hope i score good in this exam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-4918009786185497150?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/4918009786185497150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/05/gearing-up-for-grand-finale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/4918009786185497150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/4918009786185497150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/05/gearing-up-for-grand-finale.html' title='Gearing up for Grand Finale'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-7836458900200187569</id><published>2009-05-10T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T11:55:13.128-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><title type='text'>Sabhi ki haai lagegi Bhaskar ko</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Come May 25th and Sony entertainment television will not be the same, as it is now. Yes, Sony, from the day next to IPL 2 final,  will change content wise, graphic wise and possibly its name too. To be called as Multi Screen Media, Sony will be introducing a bunch of new shows whose concept is claimed to be very fresh by the channel's marketing team. &lt;em&gt;Bhaskar Bharti, Palampur Express, Ladies special&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Rani Padmini of Chittod, Sketch comedy&lt;/em&gt; etc. will be the new shows on the channel. We'll be also seeing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dus ka Dum 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Comedy Circus 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and chances of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kaun Banega Crorepati 4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;are bright too. Multi Screen Media is planning to rope in Anil Kapoor as the quizmaster for KBC4. Ugh..! Another "Ugh..!" for the show &lt;em&gt;Bhaskar Bharti. &lt;/em&gt; It is a television adaptation of the film &lt;em&gt;Mr. ya Miss&lt;/em&gt;. Remember that movie-cum-disaster? It starred Antra Mail and Aftab Shivdasani.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some time back, Sony was the 2nd top General Entertainment channel in India. But with entry of strong players like Colors and NDTV imagine, not only Sony but even Star Plus has seen a descent in its number of audience. With Knight Riders performing badly at IPL 2 by winning only one match till date, it seems that Star Plus might be regretting being a sponsor to the team. Plus, even Shahrukh is looking forward on selling the team and pack his bag from the cricket business. And speaking about Knight Riders, i remember &lt;em&gt;Korbo Lorbo Jeetbore. &lt;/em&gt;Man, that song is too pathetic. Listening it is like a punishment to your ears. Getting back on Sony, the show i'm waiting for is &lt;em&gt;Dus ka Dum 2. &lt;/em&gt;As per the information on the net, Salman was paid a &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt;AMOUNT of Rs. 89 crores for hosting 100 episodes of the show. That means that Salman will also be hosting &lt;em&gt;Dus ka Dum 3 &lt;/em&gt;which is planned to launch in June 2010. Rest of the new shows seem to be a crap as other Indian daily soaps are. Although &lt;em&gt;Sketch Comedy &lt;/em&gt;(a group gag sort of show)&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Comedy Circus 3 &lt;/em&gt;seem to have something worth a watch. I'm wondering if the channel plans to launch &lt;em&gt;Left Right Left 2 &lt;/em&gt;with its original cast of &lt;em&gt;Huda, Naina, Aalekh, Ali, Pooja and Yudi. &lt;/em&gt;The title song of the show was one of the best title songs any Indian TV series ever had. Since more than two years, the first 4 seconds' part of the song is my mobiles' message alert tone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-7836458900200187569?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/7836458900200187569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/05/sabhi-ki-haai-lagegi-bhaskar-ko.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7836458900200187569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7836458900200187569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/05/sabhi-ki-haai-lagegi-bhaskar-ko.html' title='Sabhi ki haai lagegi Bhaskar ko'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-9200239554222192193</id><published>2009-05-05T13:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:07:52.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Last Tuesday, we had a farewell of our own. The entire day was supposedly the last time our class enjoyed..., together. Awards, speeches, snaps (obviously), videos, DJ, proposals and games... The celebration was awesome and sentimentally memorable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since then, PL has begun and quite obviously, studies are still not on my next few days' to-do list. What i do these days is watch the superhit American TV series "Lost". It is a simply superb series. Chaitanya recommended it to me. I'm glad i began with it. After every episode gets over, there's this strong desperation to immediately begin the next.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-9200239554222192193?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/9200239554222192193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-in-lost.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/9200239554222192193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/9200239554222192193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-in-lost.html' title='Lost in Lost'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-281909324764577459</id><published>2009-04-25T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:51:06.408-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Those were the best days of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Clad in dark purple formal shirt and light gray pants, tonight, i was at our college-official farewell. Obviously (and fortunately), our class was sitting together. The beginning speeches of the ceremony were bore. Even the food was not up to the mark. The final year batch, 2009 of J.N.E.C. was together for the very last time. Yet, far from crying, not a single person seemed to have even the slightest expression of oh-i'm-so-sad-coz-its-the-farewell on his/her face. It was more of a college gathering atmosphere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, custom has it that whatever college provides us is not much fun. The fun is what &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; add to it. So, fun began, when officially and technically the "college farewell" came to an end. We took snaps. Actually, a lot of snaps. We shouted slogans &lt;em&gt;Pentium power... Zindabad..!; Jo nahi ek ka.., wo hai mech ka, College ki shaan kaun..? CSE! CSE! &lt;/em&gt;and slogans that meant only for our class: &lt;em&gt;Doodh mangoge to kheer denge, Kashmir mangoge to Bashir denge;  ***** ki jaan kaun..? Rajesh! Rajesh! &lt;/em&gt;etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The question is what makes such immature and callow acts memorable for us? It is because these acts of ours are a celebration. Celebration of the time that we all spent together. Celebration of the bonding that we developed in the last few years. Celebration of the fact that we are part of such a perfect class. Perfect in the sense that our class had everything that one could want. Every person we call our classmate and every incident that happens with us, is unique in its own way. Our class has &lt;em&gt;ek se badkar ek &lt;/em&gt;wonderful "types" right from Sagar Acharya to Sagar Untawale. Lectures, practicals, events, journals, submissions, &lt;em&gt;Kate&lt;/em&gt;, canteen... etc. Whatever be the place, its fun to be with the class. I'll really miss the "quality" jokes and really funny comments we had for every situation we faced and every person we came across. I'll miss the &lt;em&gt;caller-ids&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Bhopya, Deshu&lt;/em&gt; (for those who do not know, &lt;em&gt;Deshu &lt;/em&gt;is not his actual name)&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ardhavat rao, Savkaar &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Voldemort &lt;/em&gt;etc. Amongst all, i think &lt;em&gt;Voldemort &lt;/em&gt; was the only nickname we had for any girl. I'll really miss the journey where we were stuck to our groups in second year to this day where we can chat to any person of the class without having much friction (exceptions exist ;) ). I'll miss all the events we were a part of, especially the third year bally-hoo. I'll miss the twists and the turns that our class took within the last three years just like any Hindi daily soap and now its ending... perfectly. But every experience was not good. Hemant's loss came as saddest shock anybody could have ever thought of.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now, anything that remains are the final semester papers. Then, it will all end. However hard one means when he says that we all will surely meet some day (very few say that.. lolzz..), we all know that it could hardly happen. We all will set out in different directions once we are out of the "graduation bubble". Maybe someday in future, one will forget loving the graduation memories, but, today, we know that these days meant a lot for us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-281909324764577459?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/281909324764577459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/04/those-were-best-days-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/281909324764577459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/281909324764577459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/04/those-were-best-days-of-my-life.html' title='Those were the best days of my life'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-5884857550603432065</id><published>2009-04-22T13:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:51:20.822-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>An era ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;They say all good things come to an end. So very correct. My days of graduation will very soon come to an end. With hardly few days remaining at college, today i had a blast with my classmates, the people who have always been with me for the last few years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the submission got completed, we began with the tradition of writing on our shirts. Armed with markers, sketch pens and pens, we started &lt;em&gt;colouring &lt;/em&gt;others' shirts with stuff that was crapfully meaningless and with crap stuff that had a lot of meaning in it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow is Tungar mam's birthday. To mark the special eve, we got her a cake today. Mam cut the cake in an MCA classroom in the presence of our class, our department faculty and some MCA class(pchh... we thought that we had to share the cake with those unknown MCA students). As soon as the faculty had their share of cake, our class literally attacked on the cake. Not just to eat it but also to &lt;em&gt;paint &lt;/em&gt;it on other's face. Then, we boys, to wash those &lt;em&gt;creamy&lt;/em&gt; faces, went in the Gents' toilet. In there, living up to our pledge of enjoying every moment of our last days, we had a terrific photo session.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Btw, today is Sagar Untawale's birthday. Quite obviously, he had to have kicks and bumps. What was not obvious was the fact that the &lt;em&gt;punishment &lt;/em&gt;was not limited only to the birthday boy. Almost every boy of our class, who had not &lt;em&gt;been through this &lt;/em&gt;in four years, was tricked, lifted supine and felicitated with numerous kicks on his ass. It was a real fun to &lt;em&gt;stamp&lt;/em&gt; so many butts with your kick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, its not that today was the last day of our college. Today was one of the last days of our college. If this was a lot, then there is more to come. We exactly know how to have fun and make all the remaining days memorable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-5884857550603432065?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/5884857550603432065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/04/era-ends-phase-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/5884857550603432065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/5884857550603432065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/04/era-ends-phase-1.html' title='An era ends'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-804287339857330928</id><published>2009-04-20T12:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:41:48.706-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><title type='text'>Jeeta hoon... Tere liye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Depressed or happy, hungry or full, any celebration or an hour of load shedding, listening to songs on your mobile is something that everybody enjoys in every mood. That is why i thought of posting a list of some songs that i have been listening over and over again in the past few weeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dekha jo tumko &lt;/em&gt;(Kasoor)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shikdum -The bedroom mix &lt;/em&gt;(Dhoom)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kehna hai &lt;/em&gt;(Dil vil pyar vyar)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Şımarık &lt;/em&gt;(Ölürüm Sana by Tarkan)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mere dil mein aaj kya hai &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Remix) &lt;/em&gt;(Instant karma)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aaja Piya &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Remix) &lt;/em&gt;(Instant Karma)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: verdana; white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;इंद्र जिमि जंभ पर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(स्टार&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: arial; white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt; प्रवाह &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;- राजा शिवछत्रपती)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rehna Tu &lt;/em&gt;(Dilli 6)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeeta hoon &lt;/em&gt;(Haal-e-dil)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Judaai &lt;/em&gt;(Jannat)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tumse kitna pyaar hai &lt;/em&gt;(Company)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kissa hum likhenge &lt;/em&gt;(Doli sajake rakhna)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pyaar ki jung hai yaaron &lt;/em&gt;(MTV - Splitsvilla)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu tu hai wahi &lt;/em&gt;(Yeh vaada raha)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-804287339857330928?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/804287339857330928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/04/jeeta-hoon-tere-liye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/804287339857330928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/804287339857330928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/04/jeeta-hoon-tere-liye.html' title='Jeeta hoon... Tere liye...'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-471214305028580569</id><published>2009-04-11T13:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:23:19.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><title type='text'>"Pyaar ki Jung, Mohobbat ka Imtehaan"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;These days, my most favourite program on the television is MTV Splitsvilla2. I am loving it so much that i find it very difficult to wait for seven days to catch up the next episode. Its &lt;strong&gt;fun &lt;/strong&gt;to watch few boys and few girls falling in love, breaking up, fighting, playing, bitching and above all, continuously abusing. My favourite couple on the show is Joanna Magee and Mohit Malhotra. I like to watch a perfect boy and a perfect girl dating. Both complement each other perfectly. Unfortunately, as shown in the prelude of next episode, both seem to break up. That's sad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, basically the show is all about some metro city samples plotting against each other to save own's ass. Being from a metro, all seem to be hailing from very broad minded families. They do not feel shy (scared) to publicly accept stuff like having sex in a graveyard(Param Singh) or kissing a drunk stranger at a party(Stutee Nag). We really do not have such broad minds (or rather guts) to boast such stuff. Speaking about Joanna, she is undoubtedly the most beautiful girl in the villa. Before the show, she have had 4 boyfriends. Supposedly, today, she has broken up with them all. She even got engaged once and broke the engagement a fortnight before the marriage. Well, it is such people with such &lt;em&gt;spicy &lt;/em&gt;resumé that make lazy workless people like me get attached to their show. Whatever, i am waiting for the next Saturday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-471214305028580569?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/471214305028580569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/04/pyaar-ki-jung-mohobbat-ka-imtehaan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/471214305028580569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/471214305028580569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/04/pyaar-ki-jung-mohobbat-ka-imtehaan.html' title='&quot;Pyaar ki Jung, Mohobbat ka Imtehaan&quot;'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-5058437476324740114</id><published>2009-03-27T12:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T13:32:21.573-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><title type='text'>The Femalysis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;With women being a very important gender amidst the &lt;em&gt;more than two &lt;/em&gt;genders present in the world today, Indian women stand out uniquely amongst them. They have exclusive characteristic properties that they possess, that are likable, detestable, make us feel proud or embarrass us at times. The other day i found very interesting surveys on Indian women. As i jot down the statistics, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; like to present a short disclaimer that the entire content written below is an Internet discovery. If anybody wants to know the sites from where i got the data, as a proof for my content, may contact me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness: &lt;/strong&gt;According to a survey, Indian women are happier than Indian men. Other countries that share this &lt;em&gt;honor &lt;/em&gt;are Japan, Philippines, Pakistan etc. The survey measured happiness in terms of less issues of concerns for a person. The survey reported that women showed concern about issues that directly affect the family and home life, whereas men were more concerned about issues outside the home. An interesting find of the survey is the fact that the happiest people live in US and Canada where are the least happy people hail from southern Africa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marriage: &lt;/strong&gt;In India, majority of the women prefer arranged marriage over love marriage. About 49% Indian women prefer arranged marriage, 33% prefer arranged-love marriage and 18% prefer love marriage. The survey also proudly revealed that 59% Indian women give parents' decision the most important priority while finalizing a boy, whereas 20% gave profession the topmost priority. Speaking about the right age to marry, 71% women voted for 21-24. The survey also said that 93%  women were interested to study or work after marriage. On finding a boy for marriage, 55% said that they search him through friends and relatives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex: &lt;/strong&gt;Well, under this topic i have a huge data. But all cannot be mentioned on a public blog. But, if someone wants the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;full package&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, may contact me. Well, moving on, according to a survey about 78% Indian women have their first sex on the wedding night. On the other hand, for men, its 63%. About the first experience, 65% had it with their husbands, 30% with their boy-friends and 5% had it with others (others..? what do they mean by others?). Speaking about sex education, 50% of the middle and upper class women responded that they have had some formal education during school or college. But, only 10% of lower class women had that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, for men, 70% learnt it from friends, relatives and Internet. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;! From where did the rest 30% learn it from? School books?) Interestingly, for lower class women, 80% learnt it from their husbands after marriage and 5% from their mother-in-laws.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cell phone usage: &lt;/strong&gt;As per a survey, women prefer sending an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; whereas men prefer to call. Also, men have a lot bigger circle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; recipients than women do. Considering comparison, women send more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; than men do, if and only if a small clique is considered. On an average, an Indian women spends more than 60% of her mobile phone expenses on messaging.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work balance:&lt;/strong&gt; Balancing work and family still remains a difficulty for an Indian woman. According to survey,  29% working and 36% non-working women said that their children get neglected if they work. Other hindrances were ego issues over earning, home maintenance etc. On the other hand, 31% working and 34% non-working women accepted that &lt;em&gt;her job &lt;/em&gt;brings economic security to the family. 22% working and 20% non-working said that a job developed their personalities. Sadly, merely little more than half of the women who get graduated join the work-force. Well, what a practical wastage of education..!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's it. And yes, here's a must mention: &lt;strong&gt;Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gudi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Padwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (even if its coming at the last hour of the day).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-5058437476324740114?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/5058437476324740114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/03/femalysis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/5058437476324740114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/5058437476324740114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/03/femalysis.html' title='The Femalysis'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-1264600159623511136</id><published>2009-03-21T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:51:06.408-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>The Kickass Class Trip</title><content type='html'>Mahabaleshwar, Diveagar and Pune: I returned from the class trip this Tuesday. The trip was an admixture of fun, thrill, delectation, pleasure and above all.... memories. The trip had everything that we could ever ask for. It was the best &lt;em&gt;happening &lt;/em&gt;that could ever take place in the last sem. The size of the total pics taken during the trip is more than 3 GB. We first landed at Mahabaleshwar. Apart from sight-seeing, we all had so much strawberries that we had to actually throw some of them as nobody wanted them anymore. At Diveagar, we had a terrific blast on the beach. I was among the very few who enjoyed where the depth of the sea was equal to our heights. At Pune, boys ate and shopped. Girls only shopped. Apart from these destinations, the excitement that we had in the bus and at our hotel rooms at Mahabaleshwar is a significant mention. As a souvenir of the trip, i have got some beautiful memories of &lt;em&gt;me with my class&lt;/em&gt; that i will never ever forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-1264600159623511136?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/1264600159623511136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/03/kickass-class-trip.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/1264600159623511136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/1264600159623511136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/03/kickass-class-trip.html' title='The Kickass Class Trip'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-35679281724875685</id><published>2009-03-11T12:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:53:09.605-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Colours</title><content type='html'>Had a blastful Holi today. Hours of colourful enjoyment making it one of the most memorable holis of my life. Riding from one friend's home to other, not only me, but my bike also carries the post-holi pink glow.&lt;div&gt;Our term end is supposedly on the 24th of April and our exams seem to begin from the 15th of May. Well, there are still &gt;40 days for the term end. Ohh..! That's too far. I mean 40+ days mean that a lot more college days remain. That's so boring and tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-35679281724875685?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/35679281724875685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/03/colours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/35679281724875685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/35679281724875685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/03/colours.html' title='Colours'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-8924901931059186754</id><published>2009-02-24T11:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:37:54.807-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clear'/><title type='text'>Best score ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Huh..! Finally, the seventh semester's result was declared. I scored a fabulous 72 percentage. Well, actually it is 71.87. But going by our informal precepts, 71 point anything is 72.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This season, everybody seems busy. There's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nazzrana&lt;/span&gt;, there's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chanakya&lt;/span&gt;, there's Bally-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;..... Good that almost everybody is a part of some or the other organization. Post-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chanakya&lt;/span&gt;, everybody will be busy in their projects, which right now are least important for anybody.*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Exceptions exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-8924901931059186754?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/8924901931059186754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-score-ever.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/8924901931059186754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/8924901931059186754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-score-ever.html' title='Best score ever'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-4161884139313109967</id><published>2009-02-11T12:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:22:32.795-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infosys'/><title type='text'>Infynitely Happy</title><content type='html'>The wait is finally over.... Until yesterday we did not have any proof that we had been selected at Infosys. But today, the wait paid off... We have received not only our Offer letters but also Joining letters. Our placement just turned a year old, a few days ago (7th, 9th Feb). Feels great that Infosys is the first company to issue joining dates to students from our batch. Anyways, the sad fact is that the my joining is too late. Anyways, after few months of B.E. exams, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;itzz Mysore babyy&lt;/strong&gt;......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Btw, through this post, i really don't wish to depress my friends who are not placed yet. I can understand that it is the biggest reason of depression for many. Its just that i am extremely happy and wish to share my happiness as this is one of the happiest moments of my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l7Hpq7iC6f4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Source : YouTube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a joke on Infy, i found on the net:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day, three consultants, one from Wipro, one from Infosys and one from&lt;br /&gt;TCS, went out for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't we prove who is the best among ourselves?"&lt;br /&gt;Why not, said the other two.&lt;br /&gt;The Infoscion said "Let's have a test. Whoever makes this monkey laugh,&lt;br /&gt;works for the best firm".&lt;br /&gt;Being a pure logical strategist, the person from TCS tried to make the&lt;br /&gt;monkey Laugh by telling jokes. The monkey stayed still.&lt;br /&gt;As a more practical consultant, the Wipro guy tried to make funny&lt;br /&gt;gestures... No good, the monkey stayed put...&lt;br /&gt;Now, comes the Infoscion. Being the practical guy he was always trained to&lt;br /&gt;be, he whispered something into the monkey's ear, and it burst out&lt;br /&gt;laughing at him ..&lt;br /&gt;The other two were astonished. So the Wipro guy said "OK, let's take&lt;br /&gt;another test. Let's make this monkey cry!!"&lt;br /&gt;So there they went again, applying the same methods as before. The TCS guy&lt;br /&gt;narrated sad stories, the Wipro guy made sad gestures, and they failed&lt;br /&gt;again...&lt;br /&gt;Then, the Infoscion again whispered something into the monkey's ear and oh!&lt;br /&gt;It started crying, patting the Infoscion's shoulder!&lt;br /&gt;The other two just could not believe their eyes! So the TCS guy said "OK,&lt;br /&gt;you've won twice. If you can win just this one, we will bow to you. Let's&lt;br /&gt;make this monkey run".&lt;br /&gt;and he barked at the monkey and ordered him to run. Of course, it stayed&lt;br /&gt;where it was.. The Wipro guy, true to his type, pushed and prodded the&lt;br /&gt;monkey- still No go.&lt;br /&gt;So...here comes Infoscion, again, and whispers into the monkey's ear. The&lt;br /&gt;Monkey just takes off! It runs and runs as fast as it can, as if it was&lt;br /&gt;scared to death!&lt;br /&gt;The other two surrendered.&lt;br /&gt;They Said: "OK, we give up.&lt;br /&gt;You're the best among us, and you work for the Best firm of the three. But&lt;br /&gt;Please, please tell us your secret," they begged him.&lt;br /&gt;"Well", said the Infoscion, "The first time I made it laugh, I told I work&lt;br /&gt;for Infosys. The next time, I told the monkey how much I get paid ...so it&lt;br /&gt;started crying.&lt;br /&gt;And then I told that I was here for recruitment!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-4161884139313109967?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/4161884139313109967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/02/wait-is-finally-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/4161884139313109967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/4161884139313109967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/02/wait-is-finally-over.html' title='Infynitely Happy'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-8351710919853467294</id><published>2009-02-04T12:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T11:55:47.705-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><title type='text'>To live-in or not to</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Amidst extremely boring dull lectures that take place regularly, today our class welcomed an unexpected, though necessary change. Today, in a lecture we had a debate over &lt;strong&gt;Live-in relationships&lt;/strong&gt;. Most of them were &lt;em&gt;for &lt;/em&gt;it. Few, including me went &lt;em&gt;against &lt;/em&gt;it. Basically, i really do not accede with the necessity of such a relation. The real fact is that &lt;strong&gt;many people support the concept to show-off that they are too modern, unconventional and broad-minded.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, there are various reasons to why i encourage marriage, be it love or arranged. Firstly, marriage is a relationship that is a lot more &lt;em&gt;secure &lt;/em&gt;than live-in is. By security i mean, legal as well as general. A marriage is undoubtedly, one of the most concrete institution considered by laws across the world. In India, there are hardly any laws for people living in. By general security, i mean that the &lt;em&gt;commitment-tenure&lt;/em&gt; in cases of marriage is definitely more than it is in case of a live-in relationship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Secondly, marriage is a pure relationship and is considered very prestigious in a society like ours. Live-in, i believe is tainted and is still viewed with disdain in society. There are people who say that they don't care about what the society thinks. Well, i do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, live-in relationship has no guarantee at all. Marriage has some (a lot, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;infact&lt;/span&gt;). Well, in a marriage you do need to make certain adjustments and sacrifices. But, it is a sweet thing and that's what adds towards the beauty of a marriage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With all the above points favouring marriage, the only point that supports live-in is the theory that &lt;strong&gt;you get to know each other before you actually decide to spend the entire life with each other. &lt;/strong&gt;But, consider the aftermaths when such a relationship breaks. Cool for boys to say, "We tried but we had problems. So we separated."But, is it that cool for a girl? Especially after the physical relationship she had with the boy (&lt;em&gt;No doubt, they had it regularly&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To my shock, many girls said that they support live-in. They also added that it is OK, if &lt;em&gt;the limits are not crossed&lt;/em&gt;. Such a diplomatic answer. There would be hardly any couple who is living in and has not crossed &lt;em&gt;the limits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Concluding, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; say that definitely, no body should marry a person he/she does not know. Knowing each other before marriage is must. But, for that you actually do not need to live in. Take your time. Once you think you know her/him, marry. That's why, i would go for love marriage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-8351710919853467294?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/8351710919853467294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-live-in-or-not-to.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/8351710919853467294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/8351710919853467294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-live-in-or-not-to.html' title='To live-in or not to'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-1669892077171726728</id><published>2009-01-24T11:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:42:05.597-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Busy as a bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Last few days have been tightly packed with schedules and even the next few days will be. Also, one activity, by no means, is even slightly related to the other. Extreme versatility.... I'm not able to donate even little time for myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Filled CET form this Monday. I'm not very much interested to pursue Post Grad right now, but parents are urging me a lot. The CET form filling is very tedious. Stood in queue from early morning (8 am is too early for me), instant passport size photo, scanning it blah blah blah.... Amidst this, while filling the online application form, i entered Graduation field as Computer Science instead of Engineering/Technology. Now this mistake has its own story behind it, that i cannot disclose publicly. Anyways, the inaccuracy is now sorted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;College has unexpectedly been in full swing. This was just the second week of our term and we are actually attending not only the lectures but also the practicals regularly. To add to this, another shit was served to us: Henceforth, its not just practical attendance that counts, but even the practical performance will be scrutinized. Wtf! Its a tragedy for a person like me who has spent last three and a half years doing actually nothing most of the time during the practicals. New rules like considering average instead of best of two class tests' marks are &lt;em&gt;dirty&lt;/em&gt;. Joke time: Theory attendance required: 100%. Rs. 20 fine per absentee. lol... This is surely some kind of joke. You can catch this joke on the notice boards of our college.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With next two days being Sunday and the Republic day, i wish to take some spare time out for myself and my friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-1669892077171726728?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/1669892077171726728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-as-bee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/1669892077171726728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/1669892077171726728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-as-bee.html' title='Busy as a bee'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-1207605933651302217</id><published>2009-01-16T12:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:24:22.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog log</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Its been a year that i am blogging seriously and regularly. Wow! It feels nice that my blog has turned one. 50 posts in a year. Its approximately like a post per week. Google search for "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kedar's&lt;/span&gt; life" gave my blog as the first result for many months. Currently, its not. But still it is the third and/or the fourth result. In the last year, i have written almost all highs and lows of my life (that i wished to make public). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Touchwood&lt;/span&gt;, whoever read my blog always said that he/she liked it very much. But, i would like to make myself clear here. I wrote very very few posts with a motive that i wanted others to read and/or comment on it. The sole purpose that i am blogging is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; after a year or few, when i would go through my posts, it would feel &lt;&lt;em&gt;indescribable&lt;/em&gt;&gt; to read what i did, how i felt, what was up in my life etc. year(s) ago. My initial posts, for months, hardly had any visitor (so obviously no comments). But i never stopped blogging. Today, i know so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; who write a blog only because they want visitors and comments. Anyways, here are some interesting statistics of my blog:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://kedlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/having-girlfriend-has-its-own-list-of.html"&gt;The post with the maximum comments.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://kedlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-final-year-sem-1-exams-are-over.html"&gt;The longest post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://kedlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/perfection-for-me-is-not-to-conquer.html"&gt;The shortest post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://kedlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-of-most-wonderful-thoughts-i-found_13.html"&gt;My favourite post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, with reference to my last post, i got a Reliance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GSM&lt;/span&gt; card. With very appealing rates, i hope it provides an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;appealing&lt;/span&gt; network service as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-1207605933651302217?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/1207605933651302217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-log.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/1207605933651302217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/1207605933651302217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-log.html' title='Blog log'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-3938655143728381517</id><published>2009-01-06T11:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T11:55:47.705-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><title type='text'>Networkistaan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Its been more than two years that most of us proudly own&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AirTel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friendz&lt;/span&gt; card and are a member of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CuG&lt;/span&gt;. It is a proud ownership because firstly, there are no other plan cards that provide us so cheap calling rates and secondly, the card or the facility is no longer available for new customers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Friendz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CuG&lt;/span&gt; is a boon for couples. With 10p. calling 24*7 to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;your dear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; number, boys and girls gained a deeper insight and a better control over their hubby's daily schedule. Newly-formed couples, unfortunately, go for Campus plan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But soon, the call rate scenario is expected to change as Reliance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GSM&lt;/span&gt; would enter the market here. Recently launched in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt; and Punjab, Reliance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;GSM&lt;/span&gt; offers an attractive Customer Experience Programme (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;CEP&lt;/span&gt;). According to it,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Reliance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;GSM&lt;/span&gt; SIM cards are available only at Rs. 25 with a validity of six months. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;....!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt; customers, free calls to any Reliance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;GSM&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;CDMA&lt;/span&gt; number belonging to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Maharshtra&lt;/span&gt; and Goa circle between 10 pm to 6 am. Wow....!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. For the first 90 days, your balance will be daily credited with Rs. 10. Awesome....!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not only that, but Reliance has also assured more such profitable-to-customer schemes in future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In just a few months, the service will be launched in Maharashtra too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Atleast&lt;/span&gt;, that's the hope. After all, it is since November that the network IND 13 is listed when you search for "Available Networks" in Maharashtra on your handset.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;TRAI&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;DoT&lt;/span&gt; do not work at a government-office speed and work as a private company would work, we expect many other networks to be launched in coming years, eventually increasing the competition. So, in a few years, you would even find a condition-less 50p. for an STD call expensive. Don't mention Virgin mobile here. Its 50p. calling facility is accompanied with certain conditions. The moral of the story is that eventually, it is we, the customers that will be benefited. So, be proud to be an Indian. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Afterall&lt;/span&gt;, it is our country that has the cheapest calling rates in the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-3938655143728381517?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/3938655143728381517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/01/network-meri-jaan.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/3938655143728381517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/3938655143728381517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/01/network-meri-jaan.html' title='Networkistaan'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-4074693412954873224</id><published>2009-01-01T11:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:42:05.597-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infosys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cognizant'/><title type='text'>Dirty Predictions</title><content type='html'>2009 is here. The year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that'd&lt;/span&gt; change lives of many of us. Come June 2009 and we will be setting out of our college. Placements and entrance exams are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; but most of us are still unsure of where will we &lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt; after graduation. Here are some of the most interesting predictions of our future which &lt;strong&gt;should not&lt;/strong&gt; happen with anybody:&lt;p&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;The long wait for D.O.J.&lt;/strong&gt;: This "&lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt;" truly sucks. Sitting at home waiting for the joining date in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MNC&lt;/span&gt; we were placed in our Third year. Cognizant has not yet mailed the joining letters to the 2008 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;passouts&lt;/span&gt;. On the other hand, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HSBC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;selectees&lt;/span&gt; joined the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GLT&lt;/span&gt; sector joining within weeks after their B.E. exams. But this certainly does not mean that Cognizant is not interested in candidates it selected. It did send me a birthday mail last week:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SV49Rn3wcBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/VcDFZ208K_M/s320/cogni.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286730385549455378" /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Kicked ass during probation&lt;/strong&gt;: Get placed. Get joined. And then get fired during the training period &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; you are unable to clear their training exams. Tech &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mahindra&lt;/span&gt; is one company well known for this. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Touchwood&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Infosys&lt;/span&gt; has a firing-during-training rate below than 0.5%.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3)&lt;strong&gt;Getting an apology mail&lt;/strong&gt;: Blame it on recession that companies are going for right-sizing of their employees' strength. So, getting a mail informing you that you need not join the company is the worst stroke of misfortune for anybody. I heard Persistent just did that to some candidates whom it had selected last year through campus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4)&lt;strong&gt;Appearing for entrance exams which you know you won't crack&lt;/strong&gt;: No entrance exam for any post graduation course is a child's play. But appearing for entrance exams only because circumstances force you to do so is a bad bad deed. To add to it, you know that its difficult for you to crack it. Like i am damn confident that it is very very difficult for me to crack CAT. But, if you are not burdened by circumstances and truly wish to study further, then its great. Good luck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5)&lt;strong&gt;Doing nothing at all&lt;/strong&gt;: I don't know what is others' viewpoint on this but i would feel very shameful if i am &lt;strong&gt;just sitting &lt;/strong&gt;at home, doing nothing, getting fed by my parents after i am done with my B.E. In such a case, &lt;em&gt;mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;khoop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;haath&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;paay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;maren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. And i guess, any person with self-respect would do so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;6)&lt;strong&gt;Anything for you, my love&lt;/strong&gt;: Well, this case is funny, though true. Changing your company or planning a specific P.G. college only because your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;GF&lt;/span&gt;/BF is there, is too tedious. I know certain people who actually did this. For them, their commitment is more important than a salary or stature of their P.G. college. Cool.... yet foolish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, we all will finally set out in &lt;strong&gt;The Real World&lt;/strong&gt; in a few months. God knows where we will land up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-4074693412954873224?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/4074693412954873224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-is-here.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/4074693412954873224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/4074693412954873224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-is-here.html' title='Dirty Predictions'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SV49Rn3wcBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/VcDFZ208K_M/s72-c/cogni.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-5375820941622901953</id><published>2008-12-27T12:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:51:06.408-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Unexpected, though Unforgettable</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I turned 21 today. With a lot experienced so far and a lot more waiting to be experienced, i have completed twenty one years of life. What was significant about this year's birthday wishes was that many of them were unexpectedly friendly or unfriendly. Many friends from whom i never expected, wished me. While, some friends, from whom i expected a warm birthday wish, wished me with a grave sense of unfriendly formality. It was as if they were tortured to do so. Well, even i thanked them back only since it is a procedure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, what i am really acknowledged about is that amongst this social jungle of good friends, acquaintances and people i loathe, i spent today's evening with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jai&lt;/span&gt;, Om and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vijay&lt;/span&gt;, my three best friends. We had a dinner followed by a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;paan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Then, concerning the chilly night,  we had a coffee-chat. I won't call it a perfect birthday, yet it was great. I, at this last minute of my 21st birthday, have many hopes and expectations from the 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; year of my life. I hope my destiny lives up to them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, i just changed the template of my blog. Not that the previous one was not nice, but a change is always good. Not just template, but there are even few minor changes that i brought in my blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-5375820941622901953?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/5375820941622901953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-turned-21-today.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/5375820941622901953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/5375820941622901953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-turned-21-today.html' title='Unexpected, though Unforgettable'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-7888292805913774665</id><published>2008-12-23T11:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:42:05.598-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the last VIVA. So, if we do not consider Chanakya, then the holidays have begun. And since today was the last day of this semester, classmates gifted me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;birthday bumps &lt;/span&gt;with regards to my birthday, which is on the 27th.&lt;div&gt;What else do i say? Came back from Indore yesterday morning. All i got as my this year's birthday gift is new clothes.  Hmmm... The birthday is just a few days away and still the birthday-feel is not in the air. Anyways.... I'm back from Indore burdened with a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loads &lt;/span&gt;of tasks to be done in upcoming days. Well, lets do them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-7888292805913774665?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/7888292805913774665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-was-last-viva.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7888292805913774665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7888292805913774665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-was-last-viva.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-7235283695324771105</id><published>2008-12-11T12:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:44:00.722-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clear'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Finally, Final year, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sem&lt;/span&gt;-1 exams are over. As always, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; hoping to score good and i hope that my hope does turn into a reality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, today 3G launched in India. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MTNL&lt;/span&gt; launched it in Delhi by the name of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MTNL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;3G &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jadoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Ugh! What kinda name is it? It not only sounds highly unprofessional but also sounds extremely cheap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, Google has come up with top searches made on their website in the year 2008 in India. Here are the results:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Top 10 searched keywords:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. orkut&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gmail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. yahoo&lt;br /&gt;4. google&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yahoomail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; railways&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;rediff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. cricket&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;katrina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;kaif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No wonder "&lt;strong&gt;orkut&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is the most searched keyword in the orkut addict nation. I wonder why people searched "&lt;strong&gt;google&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;on google itself? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But what's more interesting is the top 10 "How to" queries searched by Indians:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. how to reduce weight &lt;br /&gt;2. how to kiss &lt;br /&gt;3. how to earn money &lt;br /&gt;4. how to get pregnant &lt;br /&gt;5. how to learn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. how to gain weight &lt;br /&gt;7. how to play guitar &lt;br /&gt;8. how to create a website &lt;br /&gt;9. how to impress a girl&lt;br /&gt;10. how to tie a tie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How to kiss? How do people expect to learn it by merely surfing websites? That's not all. There's "&lt;strong&gt;how to get pregnant&lt;/strong&gt;" too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Lmao&lt;/span&gt;... Well, not that there are variety of options available to get pregnant, but one thing is clear that girls really are dumb when it comes to surfing the net.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also have people looking for ways to gain weight. So, fortunately, there are many skinny Indians. But they are certainly not more than Indians who are fat. So, India is a real &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;khati&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;peeti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;country. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Afterall&lt;/span&gt;, its the country who searches for "&lt;strong&gt;how to reduce weight&lt;/strong&gt;" the most.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, there is "&lt;strong&gt;how to impress a girl&lt;/strong&gt;". Well, forget the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;, i doubt whether even God can answer that.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-7235283695324771105?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/7235283695324771105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-final-year-sem-1-exams-are-over.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7235283695324771105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7235283695324771105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-final-year-sem-1-exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-543896143882805992</id><published>2008-12-05T12:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:43:20.494-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clear'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MTNL to launch 3G services in Mumbai and Delhi on December 11th&lt;/strong&gt;. Today Chaitanya informed this great piece of news. Its really good. 3G, even if is the least important matter for somebody to talk about, i think that the launching of 3G in India is, for sure, a milestone in mobile technology in the cell phone addict nation. The news says that Prime Minister Dr. Manmohan Singh will be launching the service. &lt;em&gt;I doubt whether respected prime minister even knows what the 3G technology is. &lt;/em&gt;The story further goes as it is expected that India will have 23 crore 3G subscribers by 2013. Well, i hope, this expectation does become a reality as India is not a very cyber-literate nation. Speaking on current statistics, Chaitanya told me that today, in India, only 11 crore out of 113 crore Indians use Internet at home, out of which only 70 lac people use a broadband connection and the rest use Dial up, GPRS etc. Gosh! What do people do on internet with speed as low as 30kbps? Well, i hope that Indians develop a great rapport with 3G.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking about semester exams, three papers are over and there are two more to go. The three papers went average. Judging them by the most important factor of clearance, I'd say that i would clear them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-543896143882805992?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/543896143882805992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-to-act-serious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/543896143882805992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/543896143882805992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-to-act-serious.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-908053195219419178</id><published>2008-11-27T10:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T12:39:32.767-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been 24 hours and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt; police is still taking meticulous efforts to rescue the hostages trapped inside Hotel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Taj&lt;/span&gt;, Hotel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Oberoi&lt;/span&gt; Trident and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nariman&lt;/span&gt; point.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, India witnessed the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;biggest &lt;/span&gt;terror attack. Terrorists mercilessly shot bullets at CST junction, VT junction and certain roads too. Blasts rocked Church gate and Vile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Parle&lt;/span&gt;. Above all, they have captured Hotel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Taj&lt;/span&gt;, Hotel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Oberoi&lt;/span&gt; Trident and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nariman&lt;/span&gt; point with innocent people still inside. Death toll has risen above 125 and that of injured is above 300.&lt;br /&gt;Political leaders have offered their speeches and thus, completed their formality. What may happen to the country, these scoundrels are damn safe in their Z security enclosure. Right now, the ones who are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;facing&lt;/span&gt; are the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt; police and as usual, the common man.&lt;br /&gt;As news channels continuously report on the Pakistani terrorists' act of cowardice, every Indian heart condemns the terror strike and offers condolences to all those who breathed their last due to this attack.&lt;br /&gt;May God bless the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt; city, the souls of those who died and the survivors of the incident.&lt;br /&gt;May God punish the terrorists to such a heinous level that they may find death better than their condition, yet they won't die.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-908053195219419178?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/908053195219419178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-24-hours-and-mumbai-police-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/908053195219419178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/908053195219419178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-24-hours-and-mumbai-police-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-2539476711971366842</id><published>2008-11-17T12:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:55:47.622-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infosys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cognizant'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Common Admission Test 2008: For some it was the sure-shot entry pass to a good management school. But for some like me, it was time meant to sleep. I'm not lying. I literally was sleeping for half of the exam time. Anyways, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; not be appearing for the CAT 2009. If situations force me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; go well-prepared for CAT 2010. But the better part happened at the centre was that i met a boy 2 years elder to me. He's working at Cognizant, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt;. His experiences at Cognizant (something that he was not at all happy about) and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;persuasions&lt;/span&gt; made my decision to join &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Infosys&lt;/span&gt; stronger. Well, keeping in mind the on-going IT slack, it is not sure whether we would get our joining letters from company. God help us.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-2539476711971366842?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/2539476711971366842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/11/common-admission-test-2008-for-some-it.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/2539476711971366842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/2539476711971366842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/11/common-admission-test-2008-for-some-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-6436335207208796385</id><published>2008-11-06T12:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:42:05.598-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Practicals all day long.... Never since i began with college, i ever attended practical sessions back to back all day long. Bowing to the college rule of attending 100% practicals, i and many others ran the whole day, yesterday and today, from one lab to other just to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mark an entry&lt;/span&gt; in the lab. But it was fun. Just sitting in the lab chit-chatting or not even sitting in the lab, yet, your attendance getting marked. Its &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n-&lt;/span&gt;times better than attending the boring lectures.&lt;div&gt;Since the day i reached Aurangabad, i was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;home-alone&lt;/span&gt; for few days. Mark my words, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home Management &lt;/span&gt;is difficult. Imagine my condition when the milk gets flowed out of the container after getting over-boiled and, the same time, i have to run along with a pipe, around the house from one undertank to the other. That was just one of the situations that messed up my life for those few days. That was a time when i gravely felt the need for a housewife.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-6436335207208796385?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/6436335207208796385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/11/practicals-all-day-long.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/6436335207208796385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/6436335207208796385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/11/practicals-all-day-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-3652433567483497166</id><published>2008-10-27T13:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:23:03.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Diwali...!! &lt;br /&gt;Reached Indore yesterday after a very tiring bus journey. Anyways, the tiredness has gone off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; from when i have come here, i am doing nothing but just eating and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, here's a tragedy that happened with me today. My right hand's index finger got burnt. Not because of any cracker. But, while preparing tea for myself (since i got up very late, i had to prepare it myself), my finger accidentally got burnt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, every Diwali, my family members visit neighbours and "&lt;em&gt;family-friends&lt;/em&gt;" and always urge me to come with them and i do not go. But this time i went for &lt;em&gt;Diwali-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;milan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;at our Jain neighbour's house. But, the reason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; a Diwali meet. I actually wanted to see a demo of &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt;TV, that they have just installed at their house. They served us with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Maharashtrian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Karanjya&lt;/span&gt;, Gujarati &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mathrya&lt;/span&gt;, Jain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;papdi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;etc. etc. (Well, every house prepares these during Diwali. But each house's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nashta&lt;/span&gt;-items&lt;/em&gt; are delicious their own different way.) Well, with the meeting occasion being &lt;strong&gt;The Greatest  Hindu Festival&lt;/strong&gt; and the talk-topics being the decreasing value of Rupee and ours/their US-settled relatives, how could i ask, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bhabhi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thoda&lt;/span&gt; TV &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dekh&lt;/span&gt; loon?&lt;/em&gt;" Finally, i did not ask that. The occasion did not permit me to do that. Maybe, tomorrow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; go for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-3652433567483497166?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/3652433567483497166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-diwali.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/3652433567483497166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/3652433567483497166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-diwali.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-8592646530931668882</id><published>2008-10-20T12:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:54:21.668-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hemant&lt;/span&gt; suicides. The most shocking piece of news i heard in all the years i spent at this college. He was a close classmate of mine. The only son of his family: i feel very sorry for his parents. Nobody still knows the confirmed reason of why he hung himself. I, today, visited the police station and the government hospital regarding this. Still, not only for me, but for all of us, it was so very unexpected of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hemant&lt;/span&gt; to take such a step. For the whole day, i was not able to forget &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hemant&lt;/span&gt;. I sometimes felt that he is still talking to me. But, the next second, the vision of his dead body comes in front of my eyes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Depression can take a person to any extent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I witnessed this today. May God bless his soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-8592646530931668882?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/8592646530931668882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/10/hemant-suicides.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/8592646530931668882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/8592646530931668882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/10/hemant-suicides.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-4366872738156483352</id><published>2008-10-18T13:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:36:18.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just back from the dinner thrown by Om and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vijay&lt;/span&gt;, the last-week birthday boys.&lt;div&gt;Today was a simple day. Went to Yes Bank, the most significant organization for us, from when we are on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chanakya&lt;/span&gt; sponsorship. The manager there, is a person i would never forget. I won't mention his name here since it could appear in google results. Imagine his face when he &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;googles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; his name and finds this blog in one of the results and reads this post. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! Anyways, the person is quite complicated. One can get some firm idea about a person in two-three meetings but this one is different. He's very unpredictable. Its could be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roadies-task &lt;/span&gt;to guess what he will speak the next second. His cute-angry mentality makes his behaviour complex. But one thing is sure: the person is professionally intelligent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our class is planning a 3/4-days' trip. I hope the plan succeeds and does not fail as usual. Almost everyone from class is excited to go. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Afterall&lt;/span&gt;, this is the final year. And even if, the number of groups in our class is more than the number of students, still everyone has a lot of memorable moments, together as a class. One might hate many of his/her classmates but everyone loves the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;oneENTITY&lt;/span&gt;": &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BE-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-4366872738156483352?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/4366872738156483352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-back-from-dinner-thrown-by-om-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/4366872738156483352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/4366872738156483352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-back-from-dinner-thrown-by-om-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-4512363917000030102</id><published>2008-10-09T12:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:37:14.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dusshera&lt;/span&gt; to one and all. The special event that marked today was that i washed my bike. I did that by myself after about 2-3 months. No, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; unclean from so many months. It did get cleaned once during its servicing, a few weeks ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was financially bad for me for many reasons. The most &lt;em&gt;significant &lt;/em&gt;one was that a traffic police fined me Rs.100 for not wearing the helmet. Even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pushkar&lt;/span&gt; got fined. It was not that i easily shelled out the money but bargained a lot with him. When he caught us, i was like: "&lt;em&gt;Sir, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gareeb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vidyarthi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aahot&lt;/span&gt; Sir&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;Sir, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sakal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aahe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ataa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;majhyakade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;diwasbharasathi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kahich&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;paise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nahi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;Mama, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;doghanche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (from me and Push)&lt;em&gt; total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;shambhar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ghya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Kshitija&lt;/span&gt; was also with us. Even she tried: "&lt;em&gt;Mama, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;pannas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;rupaye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ghya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;aani&lt;/span&gt; soda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;bara&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;" But he did not budge even after a lot many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;persuations&lt;/span&gt;. Finally i gave up trying to convince him and &lt;em&gt;donated &lt;/em&gt;a hundred rupee note to the Government of India. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This had actually happened as me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Pushkar&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Kshitija&lt;/span&gt; were out for sponsors. A fantastic &lt;em&gt;corporate &lt;/em&gt;experience was today at the Yes Bank. We were treated very specially here. After roaming in scorching heat, being seated in their air conditioned conference room was relaxing. A big thanks to the female executive there (on whom one of us commented that she looks like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Malaika&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Arora&lt;/span&gt; Khan), for treating us so generously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yes, here's a blog-crap: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Airtel&lt;/span&gt; launched its Digital TV today and its media commercial two days ago. I liked the ad very much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-4512363917000030102?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/4512363917000030102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-dusshera-to-one-and-all.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/4512363917000030102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/4512363917000030102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-dusshera-to-one-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-4059190714826588366</id><published>2008-10-07T12:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:51:06.409-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;3 boys, 3 girls on 3 bikes roaming in the city to visit offices of multinational companies like HCL and Deutsche bank. Sounds great. Feels greater. Today, me, Pushkar, Sagar, Kshitija, Ketki and Priyanka visited offices of about six companies for Chanakya sponsorship. It was a tedious yet fabulous day. Today we had a taste of &lt;em&gt;professional marketing&lt;/em&gt;, coz that's what we did today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Days are going really hectic. I am busy in many works like Chankaya sponsorship, website etc. But still, i dont know whether my website will be the official one or not. I even have to take out time, daily, for people important for me. Anyways, the good news is that i am managing it all well. Touchwood! Still, i feel the need of 48 hours in a day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-4059190714826588366?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/4059190714826588366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-boys-3-girls-on-3-bikes-roaming-in.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/4059190714826588366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/4059190714826588366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-boys-3-girls-on-3-bikes-roaming-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-7758361167722586982</id><published>2008-10-02T12:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:21:07.120-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Thank you all for raining comments on my last post (&lt;em&gt;even if you did because i told you to&lt;/em&gt;). I dont understand why many adviced me not to be depressed for not having a GF. I am not sad. The last post did, by no means, reflect that i had written it in a all-i-want-is-a-girfriend mood. And why did Pushkar, Swapnil and Neha advice me not to be upset and sympathised me that i will have a GF soon? Its OK for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A productive outcome of the last post was that it inspired Pushkar and Ketki to blog (&lt;em&gt;not jointly, but respectively. lolzz!!&lt;/em&gt;) Hope they maintain it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, thank you all for commenting. I appreciate your efforts even if i liked some comments, did not like some or did not understand the rest. And yes, just a tip: the last post was very obscure. So, do not make any &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;opinions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; about me on reading the last post. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-7758361167722586982?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/7758361167722586982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-all-for-raining-comments-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7758361167722586982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7758361167722586982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-all-for-raining-comments-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-4901172489533577214</id><published>2008-09-23T12:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:51:06.409-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having a girlfriend has its own list of advantages and disavantages. But, there are so many advantages that a boy would happily welcome the attached disadvanatges. There are so many boys and girls, close to me, who have their hubbies. Some are committed, some are casual. However be the relationship status, but the most important factor is that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at present, &lt;/span&gt;you have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone special &lt;/span&gt;with you. Whatever may come tomorrow, may come. Presently, there is someone who is more cared about your daily schedule than you are. There is someone whose contact number finds the most important place in your phonebook and whose messages flood your inbox. There is someone who calls you by names like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shona &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shweetoo&lt;/span&gt;, the last time, you being called such, was by your mother. So you see, the feeling is very lovely. This could be the reason why one of my colleagues said to me, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kya yaar! Final year mein aa gaya, toh bhi maine ab tak ek girlfriend nahi &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;patai&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;" (Well, going by his nature, there are hardly any chances that he might even &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;own &lt;/span&gt;a girlfriend. Still dude, Goodluck!)&lt;div&gt;Well, the reason what made me write this post is that a strange co-incidence happened today. About three people, who do not know me very closely, asked me, "Kedar, do you have a girlfriend?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-4901172489533577214?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/4901172489533577214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/09/having-girlfriend-has-its-own-list-of.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/4901172489533577214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/4901172489533577214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/09/having-girlfriend-has-its-own-list-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-6529774709913605245</id><published>2008-09-15T12:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:51:06.410-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Tw Cen MT Condensed';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;New experiences:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Experiences of human intentions. How every person tries for his/her best without much caring about others. I am learning the great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;mantra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;of being selfish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i.e. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;speaking in decent language, being professional. Since the final year has began, i have witnessed quite very unexpected shades of nature of those people whom i supposed i knew quite closely. Well, i don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Anyways, here's something i follow now and i think all should do the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I care for my best. Fuck off the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-6529774709913605245?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/6529774709913605245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/09/chanakya-i-would-call-it-experience_16.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/6529774709913605245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/6529774709913605245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/09/chanakya-i-would-call-it-experience_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-8753897704100777840</id><published>2008-09-06T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:42:05.598-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, i delivered a seminar on Windows Mobile Operating System. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Technically, &lt;/span&gt;it was the first seminar i ever delivered. It went great. Everybody liked it. Writing about what's-up-these-days, there hasn't been any special improvement. The Great Indian Politics continues to lurk amongst our students. Well, i suppose that is necessary. I should be through all this to be prepared for the same concept occurring on a much larger scale later in my life. To add to it, i am loving to have a professional attitude. And above all, the most important lesson i learnt: Believe everybody, Trust nobody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-8753897704100777840?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/8753897704100777840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-i-delivered-seminar-on-windows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/8753897704100777840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/8753897704100777840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-i-delivered-seminar-on-windows.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-372320030586452819</id><published>2008-08-29T13:21:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:51:06.410-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mySeven'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mySeven&lt;/strong&gt;, considerably, is my first step to foster a new &lt;em&gt;hobby &lt;/em&gt;of mine. The theory seems to work great. I nomore have any indebted-issues spawning my mind. I stay cool with behaviours, to which, earlier,  i used to "react". Readers who cannot understand mySeven should better not even try to think much about its hows and whats, since i bet you can never understand it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now read this one. Case 1:You try to convince somebody about his/her good and your persuations fall flat. To add to it, you turn a villian for the person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Case 2: You try to convince somebody and and he/she has own points that shut your mouth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Case 3: You try to convince somebody you firmly believe will get convinced. But, this belief of yours is not only proved false but also the person treats your persuation as the-joke-of-the-day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All three cases might have different consequences. But they have two things in common. First, you were not able to convince the person. Second, all three cases took place with me in last few days. Supposedly, i have lost my so called power of persuation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you did not understand the above two paragraphs, here are the rather lucid conclusions: &lt;strong&gt;Boys, however dumb may seem, are very smart and Girls, however smart may seem, are very dumb. Boys are situational winners and Girls are sentimental fools. &lt;/strong&gt;Its true in 80% of the cases. (I know girls won't agree to this. But, hey! I can't help.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-372320030586452819?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/372320030586452819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/08/myseven-considerably-is-my-first-step.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/372320030586452819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/372320030586452819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/08/myseven-considerably-is-my-first-step.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-3376968816498971137</id><published>2008-08-09T13:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:51:06.410-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came to know the Third year result. Cleared all!! The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;result's-out &lt;/span&gt;news exploded an hour ago and i, in rains, went to the press office to check my result. I was quite skeptical about clearing Digital Signal and Image processing. Anyways, i did that. But, consistency is lost. I am no more a 62 percent student (as i was in first two years). Now the graph has slipped down to 61.5 (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;point-five &lt;/span&gt;is important).&lt;br /&gt;Last week was dedicated to few people being disloyal to me and i wondering why am i loyal to them? Whatever, many-a-times i wonder whether to choose profession over friendship or not? Consider the current final year project incident. I neither want to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad &lt;/span&gt;friend by breaking certain tacit commitments of friendship nor i want casual partners where the maximum project load lies on my shoulders. Matter's just f*@ked up and i hope this matter gets solved in coming days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-3376968816498971137?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/3376968816498971137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-came-to-know-third-year-result.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/3376968816498971137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/3376968816498971137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-came-to-know-third-year-result.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-714887297160567727</id><published>2008-07-31T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:47:51.758-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aurangabad'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mhahismal trip had never been this fun as it was today. The fun part did not lie when we were on the hills but it was inside the Aurangabad boundary. With extremely strict helmet checking going on in the city and four bike riders of ours without a helmet, it was very adventurous and exciting to escape the very hands of traffic cops. But leaving the city was not all. Same was the case for entering back in the city. The entire trip was a great package. Greater was being with friends like Om, Dinesh etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-714887297160567727?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/714887297160567727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/08/mhahismal-trip-had-never-been-this-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/714887297160567727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/714887297160567727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/08/mhahismal-trip-had-never-been-this-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-8914220711755584235</id><published>2008-07-19T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:47:51.759-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aurangabad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After a one and a half month stay at Indore, i reached Aurangabad this Wednesday. Aurangabad has become very much difficult for a common man to live. There is six hours load shedding, wearing helmet is compulsory, long queues at petrol pump and Airtel network is jammed in the entire state from last two days. So there is electricity shortage, petrol shortage, network congestion and police catches you if you ride without wearing helmet. That's terrible because electricity, petrol and mobile network are one of the most important necessities of man.&lt;br /&gt;Met some friends here. Few have undergone a make-over either with their looks or with their behavior. Anyways, last year at the college is here. I hope it has some memorable incidents and events that will change my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-8914220711755584235?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/8914220711755584235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-one-and-half-month-stay-at-indore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/8914220711755584235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/8914220711755584235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-one-and-half-month-stay-at-indore.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-3300184749751227980</id><published>2008-07-10T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:45:04.620-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last two days, i shopped till i dropped. New cool wrist watch, new footwear, new spectacles and loads of new clothes. I just swept away my parents' pockets clean.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping at Indore is a cool task. I like it. And the biggest deal is that it did not seem that the city had just waken up from a very strict curfew. The city was sparkling to its fullest and the &lt;em&gt;city-zens&lt;/em&gt; enjoyed as if the city had not witnessed any riots from years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-3300184749751227980?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/3300184749751227980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-two-days-i-shopped-till-i-dropped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/3300184749751227980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/3300184749751227980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-two-days-i-shopped-till-i-dropped.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-8343861195140283507</id><published>2008-07-02T13:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:51:06.411-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infosys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cognizant'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From last week, my back is sort-of cramped. I don't know the exact reason but the left side aches a lot. It aches when i sleep, when i get up or even if i move my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Well, a great news i heard last Saturday is that Sumeet got placed at Infosys. Thats a fantastic news since don't-know-why but i feel Infosys is one of those companies where getting placed is very difficult. Maybe it is because what all i have heard-and-seen about placements till today, Infosys shortlists very few from the aptitude itself. On the other hand, companies like Cognizant, TCS etc. practise mass-recruitment. They select like an army of students from a single college campus. Anyways, getting placed by no means assures you a golden future. Corporate MNCs select myriad of students every year. So, when so many can do it, that means you have not hit any bull's eye by getting placed. But still, getting placed definitely provides you with something-in-your-hand and guarantees you peace of mind. So, i celebrated my placements, Jai did, Sumeet did and i feel everyone who gets placed must celebrate it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-8343861195140283507?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/8343861195140283507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-last-week-my-back-is-sort-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/8343861195140283507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/8343861195140283507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-last-week-my-back-is-sort-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-1863799913492433904</id><published>2008-06-22T13:04:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:45:04.620-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Days here, at Indore, are not passing very fast. Last Sunday was Umesh's birthday but still it feels like that had been more than ten days ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, Google, Yahoo, Orkut and Blogger are the most browsed websites in India. Well, i did not think that so many Indians blog. But in India, blogging is not done in its true respect. Indians are not that interested in maintaining their blog as they are in maintaining their orkut profiles. So about 40% Indians just capture a good blog name and do absolutely nothing with it. For an example, check out &lt;a href="http://kedar.blogspot.com/"&gt;kedar.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; (I hate the blog owner). But, its not only &lt;em&gt;Kedar&lt;/em&gt;. Check out &lt;a href="http://karan.blogspot.com/"&gt;karan.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://umesh.blogspot.com/"&gt;umesh.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://aditi.blogspot.com/"&gt;aditi.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rahul.blogspot.com/"&gt;rahul.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://shweta.blogspot.com/"&gt;shweta.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and there are many many more. A good proof for anybody who is reading this would be that he/she should visit &lt;your-name&gt;[your-name].blogspot.com and you'll see. Some 15% try an earning out of their blog out of which 90% are unsuccessful. About 25% write just a few posts as a formality for now that they are bloggers. Remaining 20% actually maintain blogs by either posting some useful stuff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, what i was wondering is how many Indians would actually be maintaining their blog in a &lt;em&gt;what's-happening-in-my-life&lt;/em&gt; style like i do? Anyways, speaking about my life, i'm finally convinced with the fact that its not that i am the most unfortunate person on this earth. Everybody else, except one ;) ,  is struggling to be perfect in his/her own ways. So that calms me: "TG! I'm not the only one".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-1863799913492433904?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/1863799913492433904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/06/google-yahoo-orkut-and-blogger-are-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/1863799913492433904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/1863799913492433904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/06/google-yahoo-orkut-and-blogger-are-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-1806970570872200612</id><published>2008-06-10T13:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:27:17.839-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I reached Indore this Sunday. Expected stay duration here is about 1 month. Long stays just turned easier as almost all GSM operators have dropped their on-roam tariffs to as low as Re.1(I/C &amp;amp; lcl O/G) and Rs. 1.5(STD O/G). On Airtel, even a national SMS costs Rs. 1.5. So its quite affordable. I still remember, two years ago, there were days when i used to switch off my cell before leaving my home circle since operators charged up to Rs. 50 only if you entered some other circle. But today, i actually make STD calls while on roaming. But, if i remember three years ago, i didn't even dream of owning a cell phone at such a young age. Well, technology gets more inexpensive with time.&lt;br /&gt;An important target this vacation is GRE preparation. Its very boring. I today took half hour to cramp some 15 words and their meanings. I thought life's clear after placement but no, its not. My future is still foggy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-1806970570872200612?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/1806970570872200612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-reached-indore-this-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/1806970570872200612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/1806970570872200612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-reached-indore-this-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-1604818517120876517</id><published>2008-06-04T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:38:35.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the last VIVA. So now, officially, Third year is over. Yes it is. An important chapter of my life just got over. What next? Well, after a chapter gets closed, a new one begins. And its begun. Its time for new aims, new plans and new achievements&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. New aims? Ya, there is still a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lot &lt;/span&gt;to be achieved in life. Many goals are in queue waiting for actions to be taken to achieve them.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough of this philosophical stuff. In news, i'm going to leave for Indore on the 7th. College to officially begin from 8th July. Only one month vacations... Are they kidding us? Above this, college actually expects us to join college from 8th. Now thats a really really funny joke....&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, from whichever date we join, now we have achieved the position of senior-most students of our college. Yippee!! OK. Why the hell am i happy for this? Man, its the most pathetic achievement of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-1604818517120876517?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/1604818517120876517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-was-last-viva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/1604818517120876517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/1604818517120876517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-was-last-viva.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-5334264408651587106</id><published>2008-05-30T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:23:10.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, the papers got over. I feel relaxed and tension-free. Now i no more feel like surfing the net, sleeping for hours, listening music or watching TV. All are stuff that i loved to do during PL and exams. Well, thats quite natural.&lt;br /&gt;Something worth-mentioning: I no more have interest in the girl i had crush on. I rarely praise myself, but i think i was too good for her. Maybe it was just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a volatile attraction&lt;/span&gt;. So, next semester, a new girl. Lol!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-5334264408651587106?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/5334264408651587106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/05/yesterday-papers-got-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/5334264408651587106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/5334264408651587106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/05/yesterday-papers-got-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-8512439531138118399</id><published>2008-05-24T12:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:57:53.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Digital Signal and Image Processing......... Today was the paper and damn!! i won't be clearing it. Its a Mathematical subject. So now its clear why its difficult to clear.&lt;br /&gt;Three down, two to go. Thats the count of my papers. Remaining two should go well. I expect only one paper to turn crap for me every semester. With DSIP, that paper's done. Today, there were final year students that appeared for DSIP along with us today. So that means they had two unsuccessful attempts of clearing the paper and this was their third one. Will the same happen with me? Well, i hope it doesn't. Fuck man! Why the hell do they keep an electronics-based subject for us computer people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-8512439531138118399?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/8512439531138118399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/05/digital-signal-and-image-processing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/8512439531138118399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/8512439531138118399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/05/digital-signal-and-image-processing.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-1611514553241644921</id><published>2008-05-17T23:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T23:45:27.659-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infosys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cognizant'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DBMS paper was on the 13th. Quite expectedly, it went well. The next one's on 22nd. And... Quite expectedly, from 13th till today i haven't studied a single word. But, i did watch a movie's (Jannat) first day first show. It was a nice movie. Oh, so shameless i am!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third year is approaching its end. It was the "fastest" year amongst the three years. No doubt, even Final year would be very fast and then i would be a graduate. Well, thats not a very big achievement. In India, almost 2.5 million &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i.e. &lt;/span&gt;about 25 lac graduates pass out every year and India churns out more than 5 lac engineers per year. I would be one of them. So you see thats so much like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you've-achieved-nothing&lt;/span&gt;". Being placed in Infosys and Cognizant matters more. About 2 lac students get placed from engineering field every year. Hey, now that's tending towards an achievement. Anyways, back to present, i have yet not passed the third year. For that i need to study which i am not. Mark my words studying engineering books is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the most boring job on this earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-1611514553241644921?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/1611514553241644921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/05/dbms-paper-was-on-13th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/1611514553241644921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/1611514553241644921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/05/dbms-paper-was-on-13th.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-2437222468761040122</id><published>2008-05-07T13:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T13:13:00.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On 10th of this month is my parents' marriage anniversary. I had planned to tell them about my placement on that day. Three months later. lol...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's the most useless piece of information one could find on my blog: Today my bike got punctured. ha ha ha.... Don't stop reading the blog. I promise i wont &lt;i&gt;throw &lt;/i&gt;such more news items henceforth. Speaking of pieces of information, today, i came to know of a very &lt;strong&gt;shocking &lt;/strong&gt;piece of information. My reaction to that was, "OMG! Really??". I swear it was a super-surprize element. Unexpected..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-2437222468761040122?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/2437222468761040122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-10th-of-this-month-is-my-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/2437222468761040122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/2437222468761040122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-10th-of-this-month-is-my-parents.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-6919014926579662686</id><published>2008-04-30T13:29:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T10:37:45.038-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infosys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day-dreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cognizant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5310'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The semester that was...... It seems like yesterday we began attending lectures and today all's over.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Plus, the sem had quite many memorable events in its bag.&lt;br /&gt;•I got placed at Infosys and Cognizant back-to-back:&lt;br /&gt;7thFeb 08-9th Feb 08: Infosys campus procedure was on 7th Feb. The MNC shortlisted very few candidates from aptitude. I was shortlisted. Others shortlisted include Raj Chauhan, Megha Bhure and Atul Chakrawar. Interview was held the same day but the list of selectees was announced on 9th. I was one. Amidst this, on 8th, it was Cognizant. The entire selection procedure lasted for a day and so, I was selected the same day.&lt;br /&gt;•I spoke to my mom about the girl i like:&lt;br /&gt;4th March 08: I told mom about my crush. She reacted calmly. Telling parents about such stuff is, i suppose, a great act of bravery that permits me  to  get more frank with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;•I got a new phone:&lt;br /&gt;4th March 08: Got Nokia 5310 for 9,700INR.&lt;br /&gt;and there were some smaller events like achieving an all-clear result of last sem or beginning with my personal blog etc.&lt;br /&gt;The most &lt;i&gt;memorable &lt;/i&gt;(lol) of all is:&lt;br /&gt;•I developed the great habit of day-dreaming and cultivated it properly. Speaking about day-dreaming, there are various thoughts that have flourished in my mind in last few months. These thoughts are like parasite. The more you think about them, the more you like them and thus, you think more about them. Day dreaming is like an addiction of cocaine or something. I surrender myself in front of these thoughts. I tried to control them but &lt;i&gt;i lost......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-6919014926579662686?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/6919014926579662686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/04/fgjkhk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/6919014926579662686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/6919014926579662686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/04/fgjkhk.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-5969826526768360787</id><published>2008-04-26T13:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:42:05.599-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Finally the hectic submissions got over this Wednesday. Its PL time and i'm "enjoying". From the last three days i'm passing time in true terms. Everyday i'm sleeping for about ten+ hours and for the rest of the day, i'm either sitting in front of my PC or am at some friend's place. Have not yet begun with studies. But i know, i will somehow manage it uptill exams. I'm a budding engineer afterall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today i reviewed my &lt;em&gt;luck&lt;/em&gt; and found that it is very bad. I'm not saying that there is no one whose luck is worse than mine but there are many many others whose luck is far better than mine. Somebody told me once: &lt;em&gt;Waqt se pehle aur Taqdeer se zyada kuch nahi milta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;So, i'm waiting for the time to come and my luck to change. Afterall, &lt;strong&gt;Perfection is 100% luck&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-5969826526768360787?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/5969826526768360787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally-hectic-submissions-got-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/5969826526768360787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/5969826526768360787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally-hectic-submissions-got-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-4952482607643374235</id><published>2008-04-20T13:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T02:06:32.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a terrible day. I went from one's place to another's. Reason: Project submission begins tomorrow and we being the engineers, have got the habit of last-minute work by default. To add to it, our faculty is least cooperative. They want extra lectures, extra practicals and project submissions too. Bloody *#$%*@..... But, we are not less. No doubt, we passed our time the whole semester and when the deadline has occured, we want our burden reduced. We are great. If things continue to happen like this, i suppose even for our final year projects, we would demand cancellations of projects or bargain with them. Like we bargain now:Only documentation please!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-4952482607643374235?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/4952482607643374235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-was-terrible-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/4952482607643374235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/4952482607643374235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-was-terrible-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-7740130442091897260</id><published>2008-04-12T13:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T13:56:41.439-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfection'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perfection for me is not to conquer the world or win in every other competition i participate. For me, &lt;strong&gt;Perfection is a feeling of satisfaction that i've reached the benchmark of certain factors which i consider important, the benchmark being set by me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-7740130442091897260?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/7740130442091897260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/04/perfection-for-me-is-not-to-conquer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7740130442091897260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7740130442091897260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/04/perfection-for-me-is-not-to-conquer.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-737773068524781689</id><published>2008-04-12T13:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:18:19.406-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfection'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some of the most wonderful thoughts i found on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;perfection&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"This is the very perfection of a man, to find out his own imperfections" -Saint Augustine&lt;br /&gt;"They say that nobody is perfect. Then they tell you practice makes perfect. I wish they'd make up their minds" -Winston Churchill&lt;br /&gt;"The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection" -George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;"Have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it" -Salvador Dali&lt;br /&gt;"When you aim for perfection, you discover it's a moving target" -Geoffrey F. Fisher&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes we strive so hard for perfection that we forget that imperfection is happiness" -Karen Nave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the wallpaper everybody liked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SAuIeoA313I/AAAAAAAAADA/W_ao3U6AyUQ/s320/perfection.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191393055193159538" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst others include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SAuIuoA314I/AAAAAAAAADI/MZmJt4XNdhg/s320/i+am.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191393330071066498" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SAuIu4A315I/AAAAAAAAADQ/b2c7Mj9RC_8/s320/Im_Not_Perfect.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191393334366033810" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-737773068524781689?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/737773068524781689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-of-most-wonderful-thoughts-i-found_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/737773068524781689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/737773068524781689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-of-most-wonderful-thoughts-i-found_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUTCjlbwbWU/SAuIeoA313I/AAAAAAAAADA/W_ao3U6AyUQ/s72-c/perfection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-3854851274139479587</id><published>2008-03-30T13:32:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:51:06.411-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today, Jai got placed at Syntel. After a procedure of 2 days, yesterday and today, the  list of selectees was announced today at 5pm  when Jai was at my place. Poor he! Missed the second when his name was announced. Syntel had no "felicitating of selectees" like Cognizant had. Anyways, what matters the most is that Jai is placed......... He is flying high on cloud nine. Well, he deserves to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-3854851274139479587?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/3854851274139479587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/03/todayjai-got-placed-at-syntel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/3854851274139479587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/3854851274139479587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/03/todayjai-got-placed-at-syntel.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-6616421050716495638</id><published>2008-03-25T12:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T13:09:03.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's was quite a productive day. I, to a certain extent, settled matters with one of our lecturers. From a month or so, i topped her black-list. Today, finally, i talked to her and felt that i had settled the matter.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i am feeling like a primary school student whose aim is to complete notebooks on time. Similarly, even i am just involved in completing journals and assignments. This writing work sucks...... yes, it does.&lt;br /&gt;Currently, i need a change. Life is running too boring and nothing exciting is happening. Boss, i need a change and get away from this non-productive events happening in my life......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-6616421050716495638?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/6616421050716495638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/03/todays-was-quite-productive-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/6616421050716495638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/6616421050716495638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/03/todays-was-quite-productive-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-7728809470541783487</id><published>2008-03-13T12:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:42:05.599-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is flowing fine. Enjoyed gathering very much and currently busy in Awut LAN gaming organization. Pushkar is our event head. Organizing an event is a completely different experience. Unlike Push, i have not been much into stuff like this. Others among organizers include few of our classmates and few juniors. Juniors appear inactive to me. I would not lie if i would say that they are lucky to have such great Third year seniors like us. Well, even we are lucky to have great Fourth year seniors ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Rest in life is too not-so-important to be mentioned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-7728809470541783487?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/7728809470541783487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-is-flowing-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7728809470541783487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7728809470541783487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-is-flowing-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-2658991390148110209</id><published>2008-03-05T11:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:47:51.759-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aurangabad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5310'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reached Indore on the 2nd and am back to Aurangabad today.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i got a new Nokia 5310. I just could not resist the temptation of buying it even when i was aware of its certain disadvantages. Its sound quality is just awesome. Speaking about the camera, the time taken to capture an image  must be measured in ages. The two &lt;i&gt;irritating &lt;/i&gt;arrows keep revolving for a long time after capturing an image. Overall, the phone is a good one.&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting news: Yesterday i told mom about me and  my girlfriend. lol.... She was like "OK! But be cautious while taking the matter forward." Lets keep waiting.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-2658991390148110209?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/2658991390148110209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/03/reached-indore-on-2nd-and-am-back-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/2658991390148110209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/2658991390148110209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/03/reached-indore-on-2nd-and-am-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-1080056798075437762</id><published>2008-02-26T10:30:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T06:32:31.850-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campus'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Consistency is what is displayed from my academic record. lol.... I scored 62.62% this season i.e. in I sem, Third year. Even in last two years i had scored approximately the same percentage. Oh God! a month ago i was like "i won't be eligible for appearing in campus interviews if i won't clear all the papers." and "my future is in dark if even a single paper remains uncleared.". But who could have said that neither any of my paper is back nor i am anymore tensed about my placement (since i have two). I feel content (atleast to a certain extent).&lt;br /&gt;One more thing: I have begun to develop a crush on a girl. Can't mention her name here.  Jai was like "Are you mad? Don't even think about propsing her". Om reacted,"Go for it!". Worry not, Jai! I am not at all going to propose her. Imagine she proposing me..... that's not at all possible... But what's wrong in imagining?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-1080056798075437762?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/1080056798075437762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/02/consistency-is-what-is-displayed-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/1080056798075437762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/1080056798075437762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/02/consistency-is-what-is-displayed-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-2527343954626958570</id><published>2008-02-17T11:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:42:05.599-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infosys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The week that was..... Last saturday, Infosys results were out. I got placed there too. Yes! I have two placements. So, on tuesday, i and other placed students were felicitated at our college in front of Third year and Final year students of our branch. On thursday, i distributed "pedhe" at the college: to my department teachers and my branchmates i.e. to all those people who made the least contribution to my placement. On saturday, i and Ajinkya threw a party at "the Rooftop". The week overall was a happy one (barring the incidents when few people threw jealous looks at me).&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-2527343954626958570?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/2527343954626958570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/02/week-that-was.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/2527343954626958570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/2527343954626958570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/02/week-that-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-819413869783750690</id><published>2008-02-08T10:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:42:05.600-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infosys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cognizant'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a BIG day. I got placed at Cognizant through an in-campus interview held at our college. Oh! my God. I'm damn happy. When the person called my name, i was feeling like the most satisfied person on this earth. All of us who got selected burst into hugs. We hurrayed, took group photographs etc. It was all making me feel proud. Today was one of the most memorable days in college.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, yesterday, i had appeared for Infosys in-campus interview. Names of the selected candidates will be announced tomorrow. I dont really "need" getting placed at Infosys. But, two is always better than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-819413869783750690?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/819413869783750690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-was-big-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/819413869783750690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/819413869783750690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-was-big-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-7504103826116508638</id><published>2008-02-03T12:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:42:05.600-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Virtual" Campus, was organised today in the college by our seniors. I had participated in that. Cracked Aptitude, Cracked GD but could not crack the PI. What kept me back from getting selected was the question: Where do you see yourself five years from now? I replied stuff like: More successful than what i'm now, working harder, blah, blah, blah... He was stuck on the question: What if you are working very hard, all conditions are fine but still you are not able to achieve success? I answered stuff like evaluate other conditions etc. but the interviewer did not leave the point. He still wanted to know: What if you are working very hard, all conditions are fine but still you are not able to achieve success? Finally, i got impatient ;) , and replied: I'd change the company. Funny na? Then he got stuck on the point that i was running away from the situation. lol! Running-away, my ass!!!&lt;br /&gt;........and so i was not selected in the "virtual" campus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-7504103826116508638?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/7504103826116508638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/02/virtual-campus-was-organised-today-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7504103826116508638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/7504103826116508638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/02/virtual-campus-was-organised-today-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-2105231383021605015</id><published>2008-01-22T12:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T13:43:39.735-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clear'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Oh! Today Sensex plunged approx. 14000 points." Like it really affects me. What affected me was parents' reaction when they heard that i won't be eligible for appearing in campus interviews if i won't clear all the papers. They were shocked, surprised and startled.&lt;br /&gt;They did not say anything, yet i heard them saying that they'd kill me if i did not clear all the papers. Getting serious, i am myself aware that my future is in dark if even a single paper remains uncleared. I'm tensed, tensed and tensed. Paper back and my world ends........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-2105231383021605015?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/2105231383021605015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-today-sensex-plunged-approx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/2105231383021605015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/2105231383021605015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-today-sensex-plunged-approx.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-8072514297548659534</id><published>2008-01-18T12:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:04:17.954-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I hardly slept. I was both depressed and tensed. Why? I mean I'm happy for him but on hearing this news item, my family began with the entire good old series of dialouges, few being "Anoop is lot more matured than Kedar is"; "Kedar has no seriousness regarding his future" and the ever-favourite: "Kedar will never get a job".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-8072514297548659534?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/8072514297548659534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/01/lastnightihardlyslept.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/8072514297548659534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/8072514297548659534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2008/01/lastnightihardlyslept.html' title=''/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009248743544541821.post-4148695434749365741</id><published>2007-10-05T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T14:09:50.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>myLife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009248743544541821-4148695434749365741?l=kedar9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/feeds/4148695434749365741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2007/10/mylife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/4148695434749365741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009248743544541821/posts/default/4148695434749365741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kedar9.blogspot.com/2007/10/mylife.html' title='myLife'/><author><name>Kedar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763618083451861728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
