<?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-3985930872633134385</id><updated>2012-03-10T10:13:44.970+05:30</updated><category term='Corruption'/><category term='Celebrations'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='Facts'/><category term='Samiran'/><category term='Frustration'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Chutti'/><category term='Technology'/><category term='movies'/><category term='2011'/><category term='Cricket'/><category term='Trafiic'/><category term='Bikes'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Journeys'/><category term='Apple'/><category term='Adventure'/><category term='Happy New Year'/><category term='Mornings'/><category term='airport'/><category term='Heat'/><category term='Patience'/><category term='2012'/><category term='College'/><category term='Games'/><category term='Showrooms'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='family'/><category term='Contests'/><category term='Kunal'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Android'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Trip'/><category term='Reviews'/><category term='Kitchen'/><category term='Childhood'/><category term='Biking'/><category term='Olympics'/><category term='Summers'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Kerala'/><category term='Night Travails'/><category term='Sleepless'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='Office'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Love Polygons'/><category term='random'/><category term='On the road'/><category term='Pre-paid Auto'/><category term='War'/><category term='videos'/><category term='2010'/><category term='Mere'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Rains'/><category term='Humour'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Chandigarh'/><category term='Kolkata'/><category term='Google'/><category term='Machines'/><category term='Bangalore'/><category term='Love Rectangles'/><category term='photo'/><category term='BAT'/><category term='Bhubaneswar'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Scams'/><category term='Chennai'/><category term='CAT'/><category term='Confusion'/><category term='Random Thoughts'/><category term='At the Job'/><category term='Ritesh'/><category term='Love Triangles'/><category term='Autorickshaw'/><category term='Escapade'/><category term='Blogaway'/><category term='Hostel'/><title type='text'>KBeanie</title><subtitle type='html'>People call me PSYCHO!!!!!!!

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Follow me on twitter &amp;quot;@kbibek&amp;quot;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kbeanie.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985930872633134385/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kbeanie.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985930872633134385/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kumar Bibek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112390559537371694099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-r_bSOXUy8mM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC1o/tHzyvCIzCQc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985930872633134385.post-5929254644844850956</id><published>2012-01-14T21:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:46:32.583+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangalore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bhubaneswar'/><title type='text'>Conversations and her</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SHgnAJZSPkI/TxGpX2qBmdI/AAAAAAAADzc/FtTcn7TEaMU/s1600/chat_a.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SHgnAJZSPkI/TxGpX2qBmdI/AAAAAAAADzc/FtTcn7TEaMU/s1600/chat_a.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She is either very intelligent, or just loves to show off her arguing powers. One day, out of nowhere, she wanted to test me. Usually, I lose the argument, irrespective of the topic of the discussion. Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A chat transcript.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Did you see a soul-mate (past, present and future) when you first looked into my eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I instantly knew that I cannot afford to be outright truthful here. Didn't reply for a long time, pondering over my course of action, and also anticipating the possible repercussions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Impatient)&lt;/i&gt; You didn't answer my question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Oh no.. Not again!!)&lt;/i&gt; Ummm, No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;No? You did not see a soul-mate in me? You are lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Trying to be funny, to divert her)&lt;/i&gt; Living life with you is enough. I don't want to linger around with you after we become ghosts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You are saying that we were not together in our previous births?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;I don't remember. &lt;i&gt;(Trying to remember harder as ever)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And you don't want to be with me in your next birth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Global warming, everything will be over soon. So, I am not thinking about my next birth. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Okay &lt;i&gt;("Ok" would have been fine, but "Okay" is a sign of the approaching storm)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(She was reading a book just before we started this conversation)&lt;/i&gt; Then, I guess, I will read my book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Huh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, we had to continue this discussion over the phone and finally reach a conclusion, well, not exactly, but to a point where she can go back to reading her book normally, and me, well, telling myself, "A job well done" and gave myself a pat on my back. :D I won this time. 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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985930872633134385-5929254644844850956?l=www.kbeanie.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kbeanie.com/feeds/5929254644844850956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.kbeanie.com/2012/01/conversations-and-her.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985930872633134385/posts/default/5929254644844850956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985930872633134385/posts/default/5929254644844850956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kbeanie.com/2012/01/conversations-and-her.html' title='Conversations and her'/><author><name>Kumar Bibek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112390559537371694099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-r_bSOXUy8mM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC1o/tHzyvCIzCQc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SHgnAJZSPkI/TxGpX2qBmdI/AAAAAAAADzc/FtTcn7TEaMU/s72-c/chat_a.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985930872633134385.post-4940672885418360284</id><published>2012-01-09T08:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-09T08:45:01.489+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bhubaneswar'/><title type='text'>Ortel Communications: A review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OrNaQLFzIWU/TwpTx8ejanI/AAAAAAAADv8/goLX5SP3Czw/s1600/ortel+communications.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OrNaQLFzIWU/TwpTx8ejanI/AAAAAAAADv8/goLX5SP3Czw/s1600/ortel+communications.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You have probably not heard about this company if you are not from Bhubaneswar. I never wanted to write reviews for anything, other than, may be gadgets. But then, I had to mention about this company here. You will soon know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than a month that I have been using this broadband connection at home. When we got an internet connection (a broadband wired connection) at home, there were no other private providers here. Well, the BSNL guys told that a connection to our house wasn't possible at that point in time. Frankly speaking, we didn't have any choice whatsoever. Ortel Communication, had a monopoly everywhere in Orissa. Although, I was very reluctant to give my approval, we hooked onto their network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. To be frank, this is not a review, rather an outburst after all the torture and frustration I have gone through. So, I would only talk about their negatives here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;At-least once a day, their modem goes offline. ("loses power"). &amp;lt;&amp;lt;----- That's what they say. And we have to call them every-time to let them know that the poor modem has lost power. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had plans of staying at home for sometime, and I would be also working from home for some time. So, I upgraded our connection to a 700kbps plan. I thought it would be enough for my needs. But then I realized that, although the download speed was almost close to 700kbps, the upload speed was pathetic at best (@100kbps). WHAT!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The day we upgraded our plan, I saw a weird problem. Almost all the pages I opened up, it had an annoying advertisement. I was frustrated, and tried to hunt down the problem. I re-installed my browsers, un-installed all my browser add-ons, but still the problem persisted. After a few more investigations, to my horror, I found that Ortel Communications was injecting this piece of advertisement on each and every page, by intercepting my requests. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started writing mails to them on the e-mail addresses provided on their &lt;a href="http://www.ortelcom.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. Hahaha, I knew what would happen next. 2 out of the 3 recipients mail bounced back. And for the one recipient, I haven't heard back yet. I kept on doing this for 5 days, yet I haven't received even an acknowledgement.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did a Google search to find out if anyone else has this problem. Of course, Ortel has it's monopoly in Bhubaneswar.&amp;nbsp; I found almost everyone was having the same problem.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;There is a &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/support/forum/p/AdSense/thread?fid=32dac3d8745d6f040004b581c9a9ad46&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;thread here&lt;/a&gt; where you can find more people complaining. You would find a few interesting stories as well.&amp;nbsp; I had never thought that an ISP would do something like this. When I asked one of the customer care guys about this, they said that they do this because Ortel is providing internet connection in rural areas at a lower cost, and so they had to compensate for it by adopting this. WHAT!!!!! You are awesome Ortel communications. Great going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, here's the code that they injecting into every website that you visit.&amp;nbsp; They get their ads onto our webpages by using this script. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://ui.streamride.net/ui.js"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/script&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-GjvmpQINo/TwpZ899VEXI/AAAAAAAADwE/312MYwUyank/s1600/Ortel+communication+annoying+ads+on+every+page.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-GjvmpQINo/TwpZ899VEXI/AAAAAAAADwE/312MYwUyank/s400/Ortel+communication+annoying+ads+on+every+page.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is almost equal to cheating the customers. I don't really care if they are getting some extra revenue. It's just so annoying to see those ads all the time. Here is a sample of how those ads look like on your browsers. This is, in my view, breach of privacy and security and cheating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Damn!! There were quite a few reasons. But, finally, this had to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9W0kFD65fhY/TwXrn_QstNI/AAAAAAAADvA/Vm1_uEjGUoY/s1600/Happy+new+year.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9W0kFD65fhY/TwXrn_QstNI/AAAAAAAADvA/Vm1_uEjGUoY/s320/Happy+new+year.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image source: &lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Happy_new_year_06463.jpg"&gt;Wikimedia commons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR to you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much happened when the year changed for me. I was at home, sitting idle, watching the TV. Everyone else at home was asleep. I was the only one at home, waiting for the new year. The date changed with no big bang. After that, I switched of the rooms lights, and got busy with the movie. At about half-past midnight, my phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An unknown number". Must be someone from college, I thought. Without concentrating much on the caller, my eyes still focused on the TV, I answered the call while I lowered down the volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A girl answered.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She: "Hi, Happy New Year".... Come down, I am waiting for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sounded very very familiar, and I almost instantaneously recognized her. She was Radhika, a friend from school. We weren't really great friends, and we probably hadn't talked for more than 10 years now. I wished her back, still trying to confirm if it was her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Me: Hey, A very very Happy New Year to you. But, why are you here at this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;She: Come down. I am shivering outside. We are going somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a mistake, I thought. It can never be her. Even if it were her, she wouldn't be here waiting for me in-front of my house. I got up from the chair, walked towards the window and looked down. I could see the shadow of a car below in the dark. I could also see a girl inside the car, although it was just her silhouette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000;"&gt;Me: Ummm. Wait. It's a mistake. Who is this by the way?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;She: Come on. Be a sport. Let's go now. I am shivering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still confused, I thought of going down and getting a better view of the woman waiting inside the car. And then I heard a big loud horn. Startled, I almost trembled and closed my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV was still playing that movie, and I was on my chair. I had dozed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew anyone called Radhika. Huh.... Just to be sure, I looked down from the window. The roads were empty, and even the car. This time, the street lights helped me look inside the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished if she were a bit more patient and not honked so loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams. Our minds can be so imaginative. I am sure, if she wouldn't have honked, I would have celebrated the next year in my dreams as well. A whole year of thoughts, within a span of a few hours. 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Flower chor!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mvHJfRaOXk/TsyJ3epRUuI/AAAAAAAADto/Rrf1xQGk05Y/s1600/IMG_20111122_165713.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mvHJfRaOXk/TsyJ3epRUuI/AAAAAAAADto/Rrf1xQGk05Y/s320/IMG_20111122_165713.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ah!!! I thought things would have changed. It's been a long long time that I heard such tales from my Mom. Let's ponder over the background of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Indian house does some form of Pooja, every morning, for which one of the most important ingredient is "Flowers". The flowers have to be fresh, i.e, freshly plucked. And the most important part is, the collected lot should at-least have 2 varieties of flowers (&lt;i&gt;varying by color or species&lt;/i&gt;). The fun starts every morning. If you could fix a big camera over my colony, one could see people getting out of their houses just before the sunrise, with small bags, determined...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Their mission:&lt;/b&gt; Collect flowers for Pooja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Target:&lt;/b&gt; Everyone else's garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have a few flowering plants inside our compound, and Mom recently noticed that everyday the number of flowers on our plants kept diminishing. And, on other days, she failed to find a single flower for our Pooja on our plants. It was obvious that someone was stealing our flowers. Although we somehow managed to get our share of flowers from other sources, Mom took up the responsibility to catch the erring neighbor and confront them, or may be teach them a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She needed a partner. And who else would be a better accomplish other than Auntie who was a close friend of Mom. She was on the ground floor, and Mom on the second floor. The plan was chalked out. Everyday, Auntie would try to wake up early in the morning, hoping that she would wake up before the THIEF reached our compound, watch the plants for a few minutes and alert Mom if she saw anything suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, Auntie and Mom used to wake up early in the morning, and kept an eye on our plants. Mom, from the terrace, and Auntie through the windows. For the first few days, the thief was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps, he made his errands too early in the morning. After a few watchful days, the thief was finally caught. They were actually two (From the same house, Husband and Wife). To be sure enough before deciding on their punishments, Mom and Auntie wanted to be check that the culprits came and assaulted our plants daily. So, they continued for a few more days, and it was established that the THIEVES actually came everyday and robbed us of our flowers. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The plan:&lt;/b&gt; The next time when Mom would see them getting their hands dirty, they would be washed off by a bucket of cold water from the terrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the idea was finally dropped, considering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The culprits were from our own colony, and we knew them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was winter time and Mom felt that the punishment would be a bit harsh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We also used to collect our flower lot for the Pooja from our neighbors few years back when we were not the proud owners of a few flowering plants.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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What the heck!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WcD38bW_5ok/TrLjVhac5MI/AAAAAAAADps/hlkhyp5cexs/s1600/question.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WcD38bW_5ok/TrLjVhac5MI/AAAAAAAADps/hlkhyp5cexs/s200/question.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image source: &lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Emblem-question.svg"&gt;Wikimedia Commons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;People can be so stupid at times. Sometimes, we say or do stupid things, which would make even a donkey laugh out loud. However, there are certain situations where you tend to ignore them. For example, you would just ignore a stupid question from someone when you know that the person is perhaps sad about something, and not in the right state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's really irritating sometimes, when people ask stupid questions, whose answer they already know. The best example for this is when your phone rings, and the other person confirms first that it's actually you who answered. Of course, there are exceptions, but then, at times it's just so obvious that nobody else other than you could possibly answer the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a guy, whose name I prefer not to mention. I had this habit of reading newspapers few years back. Whenever he walked into my room, and saw me reading the newspaper, we would go like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He:&lt;/b&gt; Hey, What are you doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Reading newspaper &lt;i&gt;(Obviously)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He:&lt;/b&gt; I can see that. Reading what in the newspaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; So and so article. &lt;i&gt;(Guiding his vision towards that portion of the newspaper)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He:&lt;/b&gt; Hmm. What are you reading in that article?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Well, you know, so and so happened. I was just reading that. &lt;i&gt;(Should I read out loud)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What the heck!!! I don't have the habit anymore. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it happened almost every time he saw me reading either the newspaper, a book or even listening to the radio. I mean, isn't this stupid? I could understand that he wanted to break the ice someway or the other, but didn't he have any another ice-breakers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perhaps this:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Oh, you are reading the newspaper! Did you see this article today?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would at-least not wonder if he was &lt;i&gt;"BLIND"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other stupid questions as well. And the more frequently used one is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why do you like Ice cream so much?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (Or anything else which I like/love)&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I haven't tried explaining them. For example, a typical response to such a question would probably be something like: &lt;i&gt;"Well, it's cold, it's sweet, and it comes in a variety of flavors"&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But then, how do I respond to questions like:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why do you like cricket?&lt;br /&gt;2. Why do you not like tennis?&lt;br /&gt;3. Why do you have a Citibank credit card?&lt;br /&gt;4. Why are you wearing a black shirt on such a warm day?&lt;br /&gt;5. Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!!! 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What the heck!!!'/><author><name>Kumar Bibek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112390559537371694099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-r_bSOXUy8mM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC1o/tHzyvCIzCQc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WcD38bW_5ok/TrLjVhac5MI/AAAAAAAADps/hlkhyp5cexs/s72-c/question.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985930872633134385.post-7317589674371620885</id><published>2011-10-26T23:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-26T23:34:57.244+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hostel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleepless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ritesh'/><title type='text'>Extracts from my Old Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The extracts are unedited/uncensored. Really.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FR91YrkHOsg/TqhHlgrJlcI/AAAAAAAADog/FM-HXPM6v20/s1600/IMG_20111026_231256.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FR91YrkHOsg/TqhHlgrJlcI/AAAAAAAADog/FM-HXPM6v20/s320/IMG_20111026_231256.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;31/01/2004&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;The month of January seems to have stagnated. The biting cold and intermittent rains have lowered down the temperatures. There's no better place than my warm bed and the common room. Right now, I am in a dilemma. I don't know what to do after my B.Tech degree. Of course, the first preference will be the campus selection. But I have a very strong desire to crack the &lt;b&gt;CAT&lt;/b&gt; or the &lt;b&gt;XAT&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;01/02/2004&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;A great day as far as the quality of food. The day started off with "Chole Bhature" which was the best of all the breakfast items in the mess. The lunch was also pretty good. And for the dinner, dosa and a treat in GE were on the cards. &lt;b&gt;Ritesh Parida&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Rakesh Mallick&lt;/b&gt; were present to finance for the dinner. But, I couldn't digest all these things. You know what I am talking about. Pretty uncomfortable.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;03/02/2005&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;The results of Computer branch is out. Soon, our results will also be out. &lt;b&gt;Sidharth&lt;/b&gt;'s got quite a good percentage of 71.2%, the highest being that of &lt;b&gt;Rachit Aggarwal&lt;/b&gt;'s with 85.8%. These marks are elusive for our branch. The papers this time were very tough. So, I would be happy if I score some 70% or above. Most probably the results would be out tomorrow. A very long wait. I am waiting...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;14/02/2004&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;The results are out. And I have got a mere 61%. That was well below my expectations. I was expecting around 65%. Terribly frustrated, I don't know what to do now. I have to get at-least 75% in this semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The next semester I got 63%.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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"India Against Corruption", seems to have shaken up a few people, actually, a whole lot of Indian population, and everyone seems to be talking about it everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anything is going to change. Mind you, I am a very optimistic guy, so, don't think that I don't have any hopes. But, when you get to see, or hear about bizzare incidents happening almost every day, all around me, all this boils down to a very basic question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are we really ready for this change?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I seriously doubt. There was a case of a truck driver being beaten to death by some policemen because he refused to pay them a bribe. There was another incident, where a toll-gate attendant was shot by a person in a car, just because he didn't want to pay the toll-tax. I know a friend, who had to pay Rs 2,00,000 to a doctor for getting a certificate(his was a genuine case).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The policemen who brutally killed the truck driver are perhaps sitting in the comfort of their homes. The other person who shot the toll attendant, has probably applied for bail, and his application would be soon accepted. The doctor would have bought a load of gold and stashed it somehwere in his house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really wish that one day, India would be on the list of the least corrupt nations of the world. But, I doubt that this will happen in a course of the next few years. It would take generations and decades all-together to bring about this change. It's not only about the laws, or the judiciary or the punitive actions by the authorities. There should be a change in peoples' mindset and their thinking.We should change the way we live each day. We should change the way we act each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone from the Government that speaks against corruption, doesn't really understand how to tackle it. Or rather, they don't really have the will to eradicate corruption. I would agree that, 50% of the governement officials are corrupt, but the honest ones, who are still the half of the system, get branded as corrupt officials. Why is that so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;. Until and unless I pay a bribe at the passport office, my application would continue gathering dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;. Until and unless I pay donation to some MP, I won't get admission to a private school/college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;. Until and unless I pay a bribe, my tender would be rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;. Until and unless I pay bribe, I would be the last one to be promoted.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am not yet talking about the big corporate bribes that large businesses &lt;b&gt;NEED&lt;/b&gt; to pay the big ministers to get approvals or licenses to carry on their business. That's another part of the story. A common man, would probably come across a government official, almost each and everyday, who would shamelessly demand a bribe to do what he is being paid for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All of us must have seen the movie "Nayak", where Anil Kapoor was asked to be the Chief Minister of a state for one day. It inspires me a lot. I also feel that whatever has been portrayed in that movie, is very practical. Given a chance, a common man can do a lot better than most of the Chief Ministers of India. But, in real life, nobody would ever get that chance, and so, our Shivaji Rao Gaekwad will always be remembered as a character of fiction and fantasy of the bollywood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let's flip the story. If it were possible, just for a day, to ask Mr. Prime Minister, take leave from his office, to spend a life of a common man, what would he do? I am sure he will be begging for the day to end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It doesn't matter if he rides in a BMW. Take away his Z+ security, and let him drive on the pot-holed roads, and get stuck in traffic. Let him try to renew his vehicle insurance. Let him try to get a gas connection for his house. Let him try to get his PF amount withdrawn from the PF office. Let him try to successfully win a contract without bribing a penny. Let him try to dare and complain against a lazy government officer or a dishonest minister.&amp;nbsp; Let him try to register a complaint in the police station about his stolen TV.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am sure he will have a hard time. Just like each one of us go through all these troubles, every single day of our lives. I understand that a Prime Minister is not a super-man and he can't really solve each and every problem of our nation. But then, whatever I can see around myself, or read about in the news papers, I don't really feel that the Government is really trying hard. But again, that's not the point. Even after we would have all the strict laws and the Jan Lokpal setup, do I really feel that, magically, one fine morning, corruption in India would end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My obvious response is a big "NO".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Until and unless we change, nothing's really going to change. Things like these have to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;. People let their children stay in prison for a day or two instead of bribing the police, even if their children are innocent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;. People don't produce fake caste certificates to get their children admitted into good schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;. People themselves stop taking bribes or offering bribes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;. People should encourage their children to be honest, not only to them, but to everyone else as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;. People stop asking for dowry. That's also a kind of bribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt;. People stop giving dowry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt;. Teach humanity. Be more humane. Killing someone for Rs. 5000/-!!!!! That's not humane. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;8&lt;/b&gt;. People should pay their taxes honestly, even if they feel that the Government is just eating up their hard-earned money.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, what am I trying to suggest? As much as we ourselves need a radical change in our way of thinking and acting, our next generation should also be shown the way forward. Only then, the nation as a whole can change. Only then, would we be able to get this contagious corruption thrown out of our culture, our hearts, our minds and our nation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have tried very hard to refrain myself for quite a long time writing on this topic. I am in a frustrated state of mind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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When my mind is blank, and I am not thinking about work or anything else, I ponder over the past. I know those days will never come back, but to even re-live those moments with memories is truly nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, there have been a series of power failures in my area. "Damn it!!! @$#%3 @##@$ @#@$". No other thoughts come to my mind when the lights go off. When it starts raining, I curse the rain gods for the untimely downpours. Everything seems to have changed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to wait for the power cuts everyday when I was a child. Just before the scheduled power cuts, everyone could be seen getting ready with their snacks, water-bottles and other paraphernalia and walk up to the terrace. Those were the days when I learnt and actually saw the Pole star, the other constellations that we read in our Geography books. We talked about a lot of other things. About animals, birds, the moon and the sky. We talked about school. I miss those conversations. And I am sure that my parents miss that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child, I used to love the rains. I loved getting wet. Everytime it started raining, I made it a point that I had a good excuse before walking upto my Mom, for not using my raincoat. I enjoyed those summer days when it was a routine exercise for everyone to get rid of the mosquitoes every evening by burning mosquito repellants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also used to go for a walk after dinner, or played badminton right after our dinner during the winters. The Saturdays and the Sundays had a host of TV programs lined up for us, and everyone had a reserved place for him/her and nobody was late. We had only 1 television set and only 1 channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundays were really fun, when each vehicle in the house, including my bicycle had their weekly bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I let my bike collect all the dust and mud until I give it away for servicing. I curse the mud and the overflowing drains when it rains. I use All-Out/Good Night to drive away those irritating mosquitoes. Even if it's not raining, I put on my jacket, just in case. I don't even remember when was the last time I looked up into the sky. I don't play badminton anymore. I keep on switching from channel to channel and end up watching nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel sad about all these changes. But, you know what? There's an saying for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Let bygones be bygones" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I have, once fallen into their trap but I realized very quickly. You should have heard about &lt;a href="http://www.speakasiaonline.com/"&gt;SpeakAsia&lt;/a&gt; scam which was recently in news. Hahaha, that's not the one I fell for. There has been a whole lot of similar scams in the past. People, smart people, sometimes fall into their trap and end up losing their hard earned money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the terribly pathetic and ugly trap is a program which is being aired on &lt;a href="http://www.imagine.tv/"&gt;NDTV Imagine&lt;/a&gt; channel. The program is "Gold Safe". This program, shows some images of well-known personalities and ask people to call in and recognize them. When I was in college, some 5 years back, I was lured into calling in. I must have spent at least 100 bucks that day. And, quite obviously, I didn't win a dime. Someone who has the ability of adding up 2 2-digit numbers without a calculator would never fall into their trap. But, that day, I just thought of giving it a try. I mean, who would not be able to recognize "Priety Zinta"!!!!! People were continuously calling in and blurting out seemingly absurd answers. The images have been always too obvious for someone to give a wrong answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one is in the form of an E-mail. There's a website which promises you really great discounts on some of their products. The website is "&lt;a href="http://www.bagittoday.com/"&gt;Bag it today&lt;/a&gt;". It seems to be affiliated to "The Indian Today Group". Atleast, the website shows it's logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAnAmMVyOqc/Tn-OPEJuwlI/AAAAAAAADg8/p_keZ3GhgWE/s1600/bagittoday.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="42" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAnAmMVyOqc/Tn-OPEJuwlI/AAAAAAAADg8/p_keZ3GhgWE/s400/bagittoday.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyday, I receive a mail from this website. Here is a sample e-mail that I received today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Welcome                   Kumar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Congratulations! &lt;/b&gt;You have just received 5 products including &lt;b&gt;Reebok Tracksuit, &lt;br /&gt;            Numero Uno Watch, Satyapaul Leather Wallet, Lotto Duffle Bag&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Converse T-shirt &lt;/b&gt;worth &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; padding: 10px 0px;"&gt;            Rs 10442 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;at Re 5&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The catch here seemed to be this:&lt;/b&gt; You could get all these things at a final price of Rs.2999/- only. Seems to be a really cool deal. But, be warned, this is too good to be true. Please don't fall for it. People have, and have repented. If at all, you want to see if it's a real deal, opt for "Cash on Delivery".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am certainly not saying that all these websites/services that promise you discounts are fake and scams. There are really great services, such as &lt;a href="http://www.snapdeal.com/"&gt;SnapDeal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://.com/"&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt; where you would get real discounts and deals. But please don't fall into obvious looking traps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more scam worth mentioning is the "Free T-shirt scam" that made rounds on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; recently. I mean, it was quite obvious to me that it was a scam, but many people still went ahead and gave them their phone numbers, email addresses and postal addresses. None of them have received their free t-shirts yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other category of scams, which I think nobody will ever fall for are those e-mails that you receive from complete strangers who have found a fortune somehow(people make up real good stories, I read it for fun), and want to transfer it to your country to avoid getting caught, and promise you a large stock of bills for your assistance. Don't ever fall for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect the Government to do anything about these guys. They are probably busy handling their own scams. The best part is, unlike the government ones, you could choose not to be looted by these private scamsters and swindlers. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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All of them have been unsuccessful, due to various reasons. Not that I am sad about it. But, when I think about them, my mind goes back into the past and refuses to come back to the present. This story is about a girl who I had met just once, and had talked to her for more than 6 months over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started off with a wrong number. I tried dialing one of my friends, trying to remember his number that I hadn't noted down. I was very proud of my sharp memory those days. Well, I do have a decent memory now as well. Anyway, let's get back to the story. I dialed a number, and when I heard the voice at the other end, I didn't know how to respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She shouted:&lt;/b&gt; Hello, Where are you? I have been waiting here for more than an hour now. And it's going to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart started pounding. I was young then, and the her voice was sweet enough to not make me hang up. I wished I could listen to her voice once more without her realizing that she was talking to the wrong guy. Rahul was probably her boyfriend. And perhaps they were madly, deeply in love with each other. "Which girl would wait for a man for more than 1 hour?", I wondered. And then, I heard her sweet voice again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, her voice was softer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She said:&lt;/b&gt; Rahul? Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to say. I was too nervous. Too scared to even announce that I had dialed the wrong number. I didn't want to speak, for the fear of being exposed. I didn't want to speak for the fear of losing this one chance of speaking to this girl. I knew she would go away from my life anytime, very soon. With a heavy heart, I was waiting for that moment to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She said:&lt;/b&gt; Hello. Can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, her voice was so dreamy and musical, I just couldn't let it go. This time, she asked a question which I could answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I said:&lt;/b&gt; Yes, I can hear you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the moment when everything stopped. She paused for a moment, perhaps trying to match my discordant words with Rahul's. It seemed like eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She said:&lt;/b&gt; Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ended our conversation. I hung up. Damn!! I tried to keep her thoughts out of my mind all that day. I tried very hard, but failed miserably. Later that day, I got a call from her. I introduced myself and explained her that I had called her by mistake. She didn't seem to mind. She also introduced her. She also told that Rahul was her brother (Phew!!!). We talked for sometime and then she proposed that we could be phone friends. How could I have said "No".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called each other frequently, very frequently, almost everyday. We talked and talked, but we never talked about "Love". But, I had already fell in love with her voice. We talked for around 6 months, came to know more about each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, she called me to tell that she was going to the US. I was sad. She said that we could keep in touch through e-mails. I agreed. We had also met once before she flew out of my reach. We exchanged a few mails after that. But gradually, the emails stopped. I wouldn't blame her. I guess, we both got busy with our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I was so happy and excited to see an email from her. She wrote to inform me that she was getting married soon. Now I hear that she is happily married. She also sent me a picture of herself and her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am now left wondering as to why she sent me that picture. 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I have only been reading about it and looking at the numerous images on various blogs and tech sites. It looked amazing from a distance. &lt;a href="http://www.android.com/"&gt;Android&lt;/a&gt; has been the talk of the town since the day &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; released the first ever phone, The G1, running on Android. The rest is history. Android threatens iOS (&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/"&gt;Apple&lt;/a&gt;), and quite understandably, Apple has been suing almost every manufacturer who comes out with a device running &lt;a href="http://www.android.com/"&gt;Android&lt;/a&gt;. Ah!!! Apple, I don't want to own and iPhone/iPad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5fBGzppOVk/TkQsZq656KI/AAAAAAAADbM/zEpHqyuv_go/s1600/samsung_galaxy_tab_750.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5fBGzppOVk/TkQsZq656KI/AAAAAAAADbM/zEpHqyuv_go/s320/samsung_galaxy_tab_750.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This tab has a great first impression, and is sure to lure you to see more and more of it. It's very sleek (at 8.6 cm), and light as well (565 gms). It's a powerhouse of performance, with a 1GHz dual-core Tegra 2 processor and 1GB of RAM. Android Honeycomb compliments the superb hardware that it comes with, and promises to give you the best tablet experience you could wish for. Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.samsung.com/global/microsite/galaxytab/10.1/spec.html"&gt;technical specifications here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, this is only the initial tablet version of &lt;a href="http://www.android.com/"&gt;Android&lt;/a&gt; OS. Wait a few upgrades more, and I am sure, there would be a bagful of new features coming your way, which would make your experience with this &lt;b&gt;"Game Changer" &lt;/b&gt;tablet more fun and enjoyable with style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exciting things/features that really makes this tablet the best among the lot are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Browser:&lt;/b&gt; With full flash support, and a huge &lt;b&gt;10.1" screen&lt;/b&gt;, browsing would never be the same again. You will never see those dreaded "?"s again in any of your webpages. Tablets have changed the way we browse the internet: with the Samsung Galaxy Tab 750, it's better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Video Playback:&lt;/b&gt; Full HD video playback with support for almost all types of video formats, you will not be left with any unplayable videos from your personal collection. 1080p video playback @30fps and the surround sound speakers, the device would definitely change how you watch your movies. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Office Apps: &lt;/b&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.samsung.com/global/microsite/galaxytab/10.1/feature.html"&gt;Galaxy Tab 750&lt;/a&gt; isn't only a fun device. It means serious business as well. It also suits someone who is always on the move. Creating, editing or viewing your powerpoint presentations or checking your excels, or formatting your documents has just become easier. You can now leave your laptop at home and show off your tablet to everyone at office.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Google Mobile Apps: &lt;/b&gt;Need an app for anything at all? Well, fire up the &lt;a href="http://www.market.android.com/"&gt;Android Market&lt;/a&gt; and you will be able to find just any kind of app you want. The tablet comes preloaded with a host of Google apps like &lt;a href="http://www.gmail.com/"&gt;GMail&lt;/a&gt;, Gtalk (with video chat), &lt;a href="http://www.maps.google.com/"&gt;Google Maps&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt; etc. These apps have been optimized for your large screen to take advantage of the larger real estate. Be it reading your mails, navigating through a city or video chatting with your dear ones, you would be amazed at the ease at which the tablet handles everything. With multi-tasking and Split-View support, the Honeycomb OS delivers all that is required of a tablet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gaming: &lt;/b&gt;Tablets are relatively a new form-factor of portable devices. I believe that the games of today haven't really have adapted well for a tablet, except for a few(mostly racing games). I am not sure what kind of games would be a hit on such devices. Games like Angry Birds have been a tremendous hit on mobile devices. I am expecting a rush of similar games, which are engaging and more fun to play on a tablet. With all the sensors that the Galaxy Tab has: Gyroscope, Accelerometer, Ambient Light Sensor and Compass, I would look forward for games which take advantage of this form-factor and the sensors, to perhaps invent a new category of games that make your experience more full-filling when it comes to raw entertainment. I am all excited about how this would change the future of entertainment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books, Movies and Songs: &lt;/b&gt;Well, this tablet seems to touch each and every part of your life. Read your rented/bought books, buy/rent videos and songs, and carry everything with you. The built-in 7000 mAh battery promises you a video playback upto 9 hours and Audio playback upto 72 hours. So, if you are on a long journey, your collection of books, videos and songs would always keep you busy. Say Bye Bye to those boring rides.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;For a full list of features, visit the &lt;a href="http://www.samsung.com/global/microsite/galaxytab/10.1/feature.html"&gt;official Samsung Galaxy 750 page here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Samsung Galaxy Tab 750, promises to be everything that you wished for. Never before you would have thought about having a video conference with your family members while you were on a bus. Never again you will be lost in a city. You will never miss your mails and news while you are away from your desktop/laptop. You can carry your entertainment wherever you go. This device does it all. Now you can be more productive, effective and all the more connected to your smart life with style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Samsung Galaxy Tab 750 dares to enter your life and take control. Are you ready yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am. 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Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HPcJYBwwtoc/Tj7ilve78bI/AAAAAAAADaQ/tOcwyCWXQLc/s1600/Friends.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HPcJYBwwtoc/Tj7ilve78bI/AAAAAAAADaQ/tOcwyCWXQLc/s1600/Friends.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hat's a Friendship without fights? What's a Friendship without arguments? What's a Friendship without compromises?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are supposed to understand what you don't say. Friends are supposed to advise when you are off the track. Friends are supposed to keep quite when you are mad. Friends are supposed to be there for you, all the time, no matter how busy they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things change with time. You might not be in contact with your best pal from your childhood. You might have forgotten the name of your best friend in school. And the best friend from college, well, you might just call him up a few times in a year, perhaps on his birthday, or the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody has a single best friend. At-least, I don't have one. They kept changing, all the time, from the childhood days, to school, then college, and now at workplace. The concept of a "Best Friend" is a little flawed for me, at-least I feel so. I believe that, at a given moment, a person can have a pool of good friends, and it becomes almost impossible for one, to chose the best among them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might sound as if, today, on the occasion of "Friendship Day", I am trying to make all my friends happy. Well, in a way, Yes. I thank all of them who have considered me as a "Friend", but, also, those who have considered me as their "Best Friend" at some point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can list down a few friends who have been in my pool of good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Sisters (&lt;b&gt;Mausumi, Sushmita&lt;/b&gt;): Well, obviously, they have to be among them. Had the best of times when we were children at home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hara Prasad Sahoo&lt;/b&gt;: He was one of the first who I met in Stewart School, and we were perhaps best friends till Class 4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Santrupta Mishra&lt;/b&gt;: We quickly became best friends in Class 4 and stayed Best Friends till 10th.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shyam Bedback&lt;/b&gt;: In college, most of the times, we were seen with each other. Does that mean we were best friends? Perhaps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Samiran Rautray, Ritesh Parida, Ashutosh Bag, Sidharth Gourav Nayak, Kapidhwaja Pratap Narayan Singh&lt;/b&gt; (Hope I spelled is correctly): Bet friends in the first year of engineering. Ragging was so fun in the first year. The whole year, we all sort of stayed together all the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rishabh Kalra, Saurabh Shukla, Vivek Bhagbole&lt;/b&gt;: In addition to the first year friends, the pool kept getting bigger and bigger, and by the time it was my last year in engineering, the boundaries "Circles" of good friends started melting away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kunal Kishore Malviya, Vijay Kumar, Vivek Dwivedi, Rwitam Mitra, Sagar Mohane, Vinay Suri, Vishal Jain&lt;/b&gt;: All of them started to break the boundaries.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nitin Chhabra, Gaurav Paul, Shakul Jugran, Sandesh Kothare, Rahul Jain&lt;/b&gt;: Well, those were the close group of friends with whom I spent most of my time in the initial days in Bangalore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A few more which don't really fall into that chronological order: &lt;b&gt;Amit Chahar, Vidushi Goyal, Rwitam Mitra, Debasis Biswal, Rajesh Jena, Santhosh Joshua, Padmaja Dash, Shantanu Singh, Vandana Toshniwal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And the list goes on and on and on.&amp;nbsp; I just can't really put every friends' names down here. Actually, it's a little unfair on my part, if I have left out anyone. But, I could, very clearly see the pattern emerging. The pool of good friends becomes bigger and bigger with your age. And, thus, the concept of having a "Best Friend" is diluted once you are exposed to such a large number of good friends. Sometimes, you can't make up your mind and pick a better friend among a two. At times, you will have to make a few compromises. It has frequently happened to me, that 2 from those friends would call you up and ask you to catch up for a movie. And now, you have to make a choice. When you make a choice, it's definitely hard for you, and it is perhaps hurts the other guy who you ignored. I also, feel the same, when such things happen to me. But then, everything is forgiven and forgotten soon, and then, the next weekend, you get to go with the other friend. And everyone seems to be happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!!! Ok, fine, Let's end this day here. By the way, A very Happy Friendship Day to all my friends, and I hope that I am always there in your "Circles" as a good friend. Don't ever think that I have stopped being a Friend of yours. Even if I don't call you often, even if I don't wish you on your birthdays, even if I have forgotten your last names. I still think about you all when I rest my mind. I still have dreamed about a few. It's just that Life has taken a toll on me, and that I have many many more friends to talk to, and keep my circle growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ag9QNwrwHFA/Tj7ovfymPdI/AAAAAAAADaU/MmQWKEO9P8c/s1600/Friends+Forver.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="94" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ag9QNwrwHFA/Tj7ovfymPdI/AAAAAAAADaU/MmQWKEO9P8c/s320/Friends+Forver.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks all, again, for being a FRIEND. Happy Friendship Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;By the way: Did you notice? That list contains only 3 girl friends, apart from my sisters. I want to make as many girl friends as the boy friends I have. 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Sorry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-500dBRxg4v4/TjRhcZZCP4I/AAAAAAAADVQ/9VSVAdqDF4s/s1600/sorry.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-500dBRxg4v4/TjRhcZZCP4I/AAAAAAAADVQ/9VSVAdqDF4s/s1600/sorry.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;People lose their cool all the time. So do I. I am generally believed to be a powerhouse of patience. People believe that I have loads of it. But the fact is, I don't have that much. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes, I do have a considerable amount it, but at some point I, too, run out of patience. I am only a human. And I am not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Today, I want to say sorry to everyone at whom I was mad in the past. There are quite a handful of people. Friends, at home and at office. I honestly do feel that I should have exercised more caution then, and perhaps I could have handled those situations differently. At-least, I shouldn't have really shouted at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little difficult, however, to keep your cool when people all around you behave crazy. When someone is pestering you, it really takes a lot of patience not to turn around and gag them or shout at them. Most of the time I am cautious. But at times, it gets out of control and hell breaks loose on them. Although I am not violent at all, but people seem to get scared or may be very very angry at me when I shout. It's probably because they don't expect me to retaliate ever. They probably feel like I am not the same person they knew, when I am mad at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been some instances in the past when I was mad and didn't react at all. Well, most of the times I am like that. Nobody wants to be angry. But sometimes, you have to react, voluntarily or in the spur of the moment. I do, however, at times, regret for my inaction when I should have just blasted off the other person, may be even killed them once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't a big deal, though, if you can easily shrug off that feeling, and get back into a peaceful state of mind soon, when you could go over it again and decide for yourself if it was right on your part to behave the way you just did. It's perfectly normal to get mad at someone as long as you can ponder over it again and if required apologize for your behavior if you think you were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess, this is not new. Everyone knows what anger can do to a relationship. Everyone also knows that ego is not really a good thing to have. That doesn't help in keeping your relationships if you have a short-temper. We tend to get angry on people frequently who are close to us. It doesn't really matter if you shout or not at a stranger or a person who you don't consider to be close to you. They are not an important part of your life. You are probably never going to meet that stranger again or won't have a life-time relationship with that acquaintance. But that doesn't mean that you could go on swearing and shouting at people on the roads. Your conscience will get to you for that sometime for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!!! I am just talking gibberish. Let's come straight to the point. People, again, I apologize to all of you on being rude or for getting mad at you. To make all those people feel a little better,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I shout at those people who I consider close to me, hoping that they would understand why I did that"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Friendship day is round the corner. Those of you who are willing to revive the jagged threads of our friendsip, get ready. :) Happy Friendship Day in advance. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Quite a few things have been happening around me. Now things have settled a little, and finally, I got some time to take a deep breath. Had been real busy for the past few months. And as everything has an end, I am hoping that this (not being so busy) doesn't end so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days back, I was a little sad and taken aback when someone told me that I was ignoring everything else for work. But the good part is I realized that it was actually true. I also realized that I was not getting enough sleep and rest and that, in a way was really getting back to me. Thanks, "whoever" it was. Actually, 2 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ok, enough said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amit Chahar got maried. Congrats Amit and Asha. Lets meet soon. Sorry I couldn't attend your marriage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was Amit Kunjal's birthday yesterday. I actually wished him a day in advance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy Birthday Shakul Jugran. Calls for a treat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy Birthday Debasis Biswal. Come to bangalore once and we will have a blast, all expenses to be borne by you of course.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y_D98LmsNgc/TeUp56pKkgI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/TCf8153hDd4/s1600/IMG_20110530_131035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y_D98LmsNgc/TeUp56pKkgI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/TCf8153hDd4/s400/IMG_20110530_131035.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently went to a remote rural school on an official visit. It was a joy ride. The weather was perfect. But the best part of it was interacting with students and teachers. I didn't know the local language (Kannada), but that didn't matter. I was surprised to see almost all of them conversing well with us in English. I am not sure if I was that good back then. Students even in the 7th grade looked so very young. They made me look really old. Brought back old memories. Came back and added a few friends from school and college on facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, away from office, city traffic and among the children was worth spent. Looking forward to more such trips in the future, now that I am trying to reduce my working hours :) (Seriously.....@"whoever(2)" Believe me... I am not a workaholic, it's just that someone needed to pinch me to wake me up).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I flew to Kolkata on 28th of February. It was an early morning flight, 6 in the morning. And for that, I had to take a cab at 4:30 in the morning. I never like to carry lots of stuff with me, so I managed to get my things packed in 15 minutes, on that very day, somewhere around 3:30 in the morning and stepped into the waiting cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver was probably busy watching India vs England world cup match earlier that day. We had a small conversation about that, and then, the cool morning breeze started lulling him to sleep. I could see his eyelids fluttering in the rear view mirror. I was a little scared, but some kind of an alarm seemed to wake him up every now and then. I tried to find out the source, and realized that the cabs were fitted with speed&amp;nbsp;governors&amp;nbsp;which would not allow them to go over 80 kmph. Wow!!! I am saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was relieved, the moment the driver dropped me off at the airport. Come on, I still had hopes that India would qualify for the next round, and I was not going to miss that. This time around, with Sachin perhaps playing his last world cup is the best chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kolkata, after so many years!!!! Yellow Ambassador Taxis!!!! breathing out thick black smoke!!! Perfect. A sign board said, "Welcome to Kolkata".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was a Monday, I had to walk into the office the same day. I wasn't tired though. I dumped my&amp;nbsp;luggage&amp;nbsp;in my guest house and hired a "Yellow Taxi" for office which was about 5 kms away. In that part of Kolkata, traffic seemed to be much better than what I am used to in Bangalore. But, within a few minutes, I also realized that there were literally no rules for vehicles. Cars, bikes criss-crossing all over, screeching and honking all around, finally I reached office. It was a big big building, Technopolis in Salt Lake. I had heard a lot of about Salt Lake. I should say that Salt Lake was well planned, with more trees than I expected. Fortunately, the weather wasn't that bad for the whole 2 weeks of my stay in Kolkata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meetings!!!!! Ummm, of late, I have been attending so many of them. A short introduction with everyone, and it was lunch time. Yippee....Pizza Hut with Suman and Cameron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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But unfortunately, it's a Monday. Damn it!!!!! 2 hours of traffic and 8 hours at work doesn't help. There are so many things to be done. I have a checklist of the things. Here they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take bath in the morning:&lt;/b&gt; This is the most important thing to be done tomorrow. To keep myself fresh throughout the day. I have got a new bottle of perfume, half of which will be emptied tomorrow morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get dressed:&lt;/b&gt; No one likes his/her partner to be dressed the usual way. It has to be different. Still thinking about what to wear tomorrow. I will use my wrist-watch tomorrow after a long long time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message and Call her:&lt;/b&gt; Well, to start off, since it's a Monday tomorrow, you have to do this to make her feel special. Never forget this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buy a rose and a card: &lt;/b&gt;Another day of the year (besides her birthday) when you should not even think of not getting her these. I am not a flower guy, but I think, for me, a card(big big) one will do the trick.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buy a gift:&lt;/b&gt; This is a must. It doesn't have to be pricey or big, but you have to get her a gift when you meet her for the first time on this day. If she is nice, she will understand your situation on a Monday, but not getting her a gift is a risk which you should avoid under any circumstances. You can live without a job, you will always find another one, but loosing a girl on the V-Day, it's terrible, considering the fact that nobody else would be free tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book a table at a costly restaurant:&lt;/b&gt; If your girl-friend is a vegan, you will have a difficult time to find a nice decent place. You should have planned for this well before the V-Day. All the restaurants will be reserved for the day. So, plan accordingly. Another cheaper offer, which might just pamper your girl-friend even more, is to cook for her. She will definitely like it, for sure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coffee at a costly coffee bar:&lt;/b&gt; Home made food for dinner is so so romantic for girls. But, your best efforts at making the best coffee yourself, is so so unromantic. Take her to CCD or Barista or any of those coffee bars, just don't care if the coffee costs you more than Rs. 200. You have been doing so well till now, and you don't want to spoil the treat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;A sweet good night SMS:&lt;/b&gt; Send a sweet and romantic SMS after the coffee, and bid her good night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;A romantic song to end the day:&lt;/b&gt; That's the cherry on the cake. But, be well prepared. If you choose the wrong song, you will have to answer millions of questions on your choice of song. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The LAST and the most IMPORTANT THING on my list: &lt;/b&gt;To find a Valentine. I know it's already late, but then, there's always a hope. This is my checklist for tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to all. Enjoy the day. If anyone is free for tomorrow, let me know, and I will follow and tick off my checklist for you. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Umm, no, a teleporter please</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Teleport.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Teleport.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image Source : &lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Teleport.jpg"&gt;Wikipedia Commons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;At times, I have been fascinated by the idea of Time Travel. Those movies on Time Travel were so enjoyable to watch. There have been numerous adaptations of this concept in movies, serials (Captain Vyom) and novels. No one knows yet, if it will be possible ever. But, I get a feeling that people have stopped working on it. Perhaps, they have given up, since it's been quite some time I have heard people talk or discuss about this, or new movies based on Time Machines. Perhaps, the interest, or rather the need of this generation has shifted to something else. Teleportation. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some of you, it might be a new word. So, by definition on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teleportation"&gt;Teleporation&lt;/a&gt; is "the transfer of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matter" title="Matter"&gt;matter&lt;/a&gt; from one point to another, more or less instantaneously."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Travel still brings in a sense of excitement and adventure in me, but I would prefer to get teleported to somewhere, or wherever and whenever I like. Why? Here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to get to office and back home without getting stuck in traffic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Airfares have skyrocketed beyond the volume of my pockets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to visit my parents more often, and my girl friend too (Please don't ask who)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to have a fag at midnight when I am with my parents, without they knowing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to meet Sachin Tendulkar personally when he is relaxing in his balcony.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be around Mrs. Sonali Bendre for some time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to keep a chocolate for a child on the streets without he knowing it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to retrieve all the documents from their hideouts which could land all the corrupt people in jail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to spend some time alone on Mt. Everest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to wish all of my family, friends and relatives personally on various ocassions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are more, but I guess you can figure out why a Teleporter can be more helpful than a Time Machine. And by the way, if you change something, by going into the past or present, there's gonna be a hell lot of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And now, the secret:&lt;/b&gt; I am trying to build one. Please contact me if you are also interested in contributing towards this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Umm, no, a teleporter please'/><author><name>Kumar Bibek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112390559537371694099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-r_bSOXUy8mM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC1o/tHzyvCIzCQc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985930872633134385.post-2211167438686263528</id><published>2011-01-08T00:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-08T00:41:29.643+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bhubaneswar'/><title type='text'>Need for a change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9PneCDHGgs/TSdfBjoGAiI/AAAAAAAACyQ/6PlCKsOR4JM/s1600/loksaba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9PneCDHGgs/TSdfBjoGAiI/AAAAAAAACyQ/6PlCKsOR4JM/s200/loksaba.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today, while I was passing by the Legislative Assembly building of Orissa on my way to some place, the sight triggered a chain of thoughts into my mind which was happily thinking about the sky, birds and the beaches before this. When I was a child, before I opened my Social Studies book, I wondered what would people do inside such buildings. I haven't yet seen the interiors of this building but then it wouldn't be much different than the Parliament houses we see on TV, the Lok Sabha and Rajya Sabha, apart from being proportionately smaller than the those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about how and whose idea it would have been to create a parliamentary system where countless number of people would be present, half of them sleeping, some of them day-dreaming, and a few ones shouting their hearts out. And then the Speaker siting there, as a king, on a raised chair, throughout the day, enjoying the drama going on the floor. Well, I am sure it wouldn't be anything less than a drama. As for me, I would rate Mr. Laloo Prasad Yadav's talks very entertaining. He wakes up the house (read: sleeping members), lightens up The Speaker, and irks the opposition (who try their best to control their laughter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even remember, when cable televisions were not around, my father used to specifically wait for the show every day during the winter and the summer sessions of the houses. I could see him wearing a smile throughout the duration of the show, and there were occasional outbursts of laughter, from my father and from inside the television set. As a child, even I found it funny sometimes, the fights, arguments and the sleeping ministers. Ah, it was quite an entertaining program on National TV those days. But, now, I don't see my father even stop on this program while he is browsing through all the movie and news channels. I guess, his favorite stars have all retired, and he doesn't find it entertaining anymore. Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this wasn't the subject matter of this post. I will come to the point now. The moment I passed by that building, a picture of the large hall of the Lok Sabha/Rajya Sabha flashed through my mind. I thought, "Is this all necessary"? Agreed, that all the countries do this, and it has been standard procedure for the governments to meet and discuss issues and probably solve them. I wonder if this is the best way to do it, or a change is needed so that we could adapt the systems to match the 21st centuries demands and needs (faster actions and please please please no corruptions and scandals).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know that the ministers actually do work when they are not in the parliament. And most of the work is done outside of the parliament houses and not in presence of virtually every minister in the country. So, why do we still continue to follow this practice of having parliamentary sessions? Can't we just chuck it? If there is indeed something to be discussed and voted for among all the Ministers, can't we have a better system? Instead of flying all the ministers from different parts of the country, the majority of which would have nothing to say, but a "yes" or a "no"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have progressed so much in technology, we produce or develop software for the rest of the world, but we haven't been able to use it ourselves. Our governments still use a lot of work and most of them refuse to accept the new hi-tech changes entering their offices. Most of the government offices don't have a website, and the ones which have one, haven't been updated since they were first launched. Well, the list can go on and on, but I don't want to make this post bigger than this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one last thing!!! Don't laugh at me please. I am a software engineer, and so, my thoughts would be obviously be related to where and how I work. So, my question is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Does our Government follow Waterfall model or Scrum methodology to execute projects?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think they use any of the methodologies at all. In case they don't, has the time come to change the way our Government works? I would not mind to see an amendment in the Constitution of India, which would require every incumbent to be trained in Project Management, at the very least. I don't mind if they are just graduates, MBAs from Harvard or just plain illiterates. If at all they are required to work, they should be at-least have proven experience or should be trained before they take their oaths. Like the IT companies hire their employees. :D What say!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the software engineers, do not take oath, but still fulfill our responsibilities and in most cases over-perform each day. Isn't that amazing? Are we corrupt? 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All those tweets and facebook status updates will become a thing of the past. 2011 is already knocking. I can hear people bursting crackers outside. My phone is already busy beeping. And there's a lot of noise outside. There's one guy, who pinged me exactly at 12:00, to wish me. His message read: "HNY". And somebody is sending me an e-greeting and forcing me view it right away. Mom and Dad called us on my sister's phone from upstairs to wish us both a Happy New Year. I can see so many people online on Gtalk and Facebook, just like I me, everyone changing their status messages to wish the world. Wow, That's a great beginning, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I been in Bangalore when the calendars changed, the atmosphere would have been completely different. At-least, it would have been far more noisier than here in Bhubaneswar, though I can hear a few people outside, wishing the world, at their loudest. I would have been among friends. We would also have celebrated yesterday in office. But, being at home, on such occasions is quite a different experience, among the people you have know since you were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the past 2010, it wasn't actually long for me. Oh, And if I remember correctly, I was in Bhubaneswar 3 years back, celebrating my new year in a similar fashion. I guess, that was in, 2008, Jan 1st. For the 2009, 1st Jan, I was in Chennai. For 2010, I was in Bangalore. Hmmm, That's strange, seems, like my next new year is designed to be celebrated in Chennai again. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's not think anything about the future yet. It's party time, enjoy, have fun, get ready to start afresh and be happy. Wish you all, a very very Happy New Year, and may all your wishes be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about resolutions, Ummm..... I don't have one. If anyone of you already has one, believe me, it never works!!!! So, go ahead, and have a blast. 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It was as heavy as a brick. And incoming calls were charged at Rs. 5/minute. But, the best thing I liked then on the mobile was the "Snake game". When my father slept off, keeping his phone aside, I used to put the phone in silent mode and tried hard to better my highest record. Back then, it had cost us around Rs 18,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed, and have changed fast. During those days, even Internet(64K dial-up) was a rich man's card. Well, soon enough, broadband internet connections became ubiquitous, along with GPRS services on mobile phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I am always connected. Be it at home, office or even while I am out, my phone beeps virtually every minute. Before, it used to be SMS or WAP messages, but these days, my phone notifies me whenever someone comments on a photo on Facebook, or mentions me on Twitter, not to mention the tens of emails that I receive (I have configured my phone with 4 email accounts, I am not joking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that I miss by not having a 3G connection is voice/video chat. I would love to use Skype to call up family and friends, see them live. While on a trip, I could easily watch videos on Youtube. GPRS/Edge aren't fast enough for this. Since I knew the 3G services would be coming soon to India, when I got a chance to replace my phone(lost) with a new one, I bought a 3G phone, even before there was any official announcements about the services. It was stolen within a month. My next buy was also a 3G phone, but I don't have a 3G SIM yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a 3G would be nice, especially, when my broadband would stop working without any warning, and I have an important mail to send. I can plug-in my phone to my laptop and enjoy uninterrupted access. I can use my laptop while I am traveling. I can update photos as and when I click them without waiting to get back to my wired broadband connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the move, my phone is my navigator. I don't have to stop and ask for directions now. In the era of smart-phones, we also need a smart network, which is reliable, easily accessible and affordable as well. With BSNL opening up the service first in India, other operators are also gearing up to provide the next generation mobile network, making our lives much more fun and enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie tickets, Flight tickets, a gift for your girl friend and updating your facebook status will be a breeze. Morning news and your important emails will always reach you on time. You can finally forget your laptop at home while you are out on a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3G = I am enjoying it already. 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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985930872633134385-1705298584954702111?l=www.kbeanie.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kbeanie.com/feeds/1705298584954702111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.kbeanie.com/2010/10/teaching-kids-is-tough.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985930872633134385/posts/default/1705298584954702111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985930872633134385/posts/default/1705298584954702111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kbeanie.com/2010/10/teaching-kids-is-tough.html' title='Teaching kids is tough'/><author><name>Kumar Bibek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112390559537371694099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-r_bSOXUy8mM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC1o/tHzyvCIzCQc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9PneCDHGgs/TMnkGXV9CdI/AAAAAAAACvQ/u1WXnl163ZE/s72-c/Teaching+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985930872633134385.post-8326524643457721900</id><published>2010-10-29T01:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-29T01:56:27.920+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night Travails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Filmy Dialogues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9PneCDHGgs/TMnayFEC_mI/AAAAAAAACvM/upXCPrQm0Yc/s1600/bollywood-remake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9PneCDHGgs/TMnayFEC_mI/AAAAAAAACvM/upXCPrQm0Yc/s200/bollywood-remake.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We all love Bollywood. I still remember those Saturday and Sunday movies on the National Television for which the whole household would eagerly wait. Everything stopped. Mom would stop cooking, my sister and me would close our books and everyone else would be rushing home to be in front of the TV. No matter what movie would be playing, those 3 hours seemed like a small theatre minus the pop-corn and the Coco Colas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those movies also influenced us in everyday life. Especially the dialogues. Some of them are still being played around. And I still remember and sometimes use them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, Mr. Dharmedar's all time fav:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Kutte, Kamine, Me tera khoon pi jaunga". &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was considered as a harsh one those days. We children, for example, were never allowed to call a person or a human as a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another classy dialogue which was repeated over and over again in almost each and every movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Doctor: "I am sorry, Hum kuch nahi kar sakte hain" / "24 ghante tak hosh nahi aaya to hum kuch nahi kar sakte hain"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, nobody in the movies consult Indian doctors anymore. Perhaps, they are frustrated of hearing the same dialogs again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the policemen also had one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Kanoon ke haath bahut lambe hote hain".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mr Suresh Kalmadi knows exactly the length, and thus has been able to keep himself out of reach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Farmer: "Me iss jameen ko apne khoon se seenchta hoon".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are no more fields or farms. Instead, there are 5 star hotels and IT companies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Judge: "Saare saboot aur bayanat ko najar me rakhte hue, ye court is nateeze pe pahunchti hai ki muljim ko dafa 301 ke tehet faasi ki saja sunai jaye"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nobody takes there cases to the court fearing execution.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabbar Singh had a few super duper hit dialogues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Kitne aadmi the"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Holi kab hai, kab hai holi"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kalia and Samba have retired now and Gabbar's question go unheard and unanswered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Satrughan Sinha's all time favorite: "KHAAAAMOSHHHHHHHHHHHH".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I guess he was paid per character he spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rich villain Dad to Son: "Me tujhe is jayedaad se bedakhal karta hun"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hero to villain: "Agar maa ka doodh piya hai to saamne aaa"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weren't they funny? 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Even I, at some point of time was lured by those paid survey sites that make grand promises of paying you dollars in return of a few clicks. My initial clicks fetched me quite a few dollars, but very soon I realized that this is just a scam. They never actually pay you.&amp;nbsp; Well, that's not really what I have in mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just killing my time browsing, and watching TV happily. I noticed my gmail window blink with a new chat message. It was 3:00 am in the morning, and I was quite surprised to see someone ping me at this hour. It was from an old friend. It must have been almost about half a year when I had last talked, chatted or seen him. Here's our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; Hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; Hey, long time, wassup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; Are you free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; Yup, sort of, just enjoying the Friday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; Can you do me a favor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ah, there he goes, I started thinking about what would he ask for. In a split second I knew exactly what he would be asking for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; Hold on, Are you going to ask me to complete one of those damn MBA surveys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; Hehehe, LOL, How did you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; Dude, you MBA guys only contact non-MBA people only when you need these surveys done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; Hehehe, please, yaar, I have to submit this tomorrow, and you are the first one who would be helping me out. It's an interesting one and you will actually like it. I have personally prepared it, keeping today's generation in mind. It's about alcohol consumption, and....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; Ok Stop, I don't want to know the details. I will do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(@#$!$%&amp;amp;@ a good 10 minutes of my already ending Friday up for those MBAs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the questionnaire within a second of typing out that line. He must have already prepared the mail even before he started chatting with me, all prepared to hit the "Send button". Well, the questionnaire was all but interesting. I really don't understand what are they going to make out of it. Anyway, I just skimmed across the questions, and marked my random answers, and sent it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; Thanks dude, I will mention your name in my assignment. Can you do me one more favor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Well, I couldn't think of anything else this time. I brain had gone completely dead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Me: WHAT? I just did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; Can you send out this questionnaire to your friends and ask them to fill it up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:@ :@ :@ I clicked on the "&lt;b&gt;SIGN OUT&lt;/b&gt;" button right after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;PS: "He" was actually a "She". :D I have just decided that I wouldn't be doing any more such surveys, and I would refuse any such requests right-away. So, the MBAs, beware. I will not do anymore surveys for free. You have to pay up now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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The world has moved ahead, pretty fast. And so has the technology. Today is the time where information travels faster than anything else, perhaps even thoughts. With the Blackberrys, iPhones, Androids and the Nokias all over the place, it's virtually a battleground, and everyone wants a share of the pie. I guess, this sense of competition brings about the best in technology to the consumers. I am quite happy with my so-called "Smart Phone", but I would like to see a few more things that could really make my phone smart. Here are some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I talk on the phone alright. But it would be really cool if I could "TALK TO MY PHONE". I mean, I should be able to control my phone completely by talking to it. No more clicking, no more touching. That would be cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Video calling. Yeah yeah, it's available on a few phones, but still, a majority of the phones out there don't yet support video calling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A better anti-theft solution from what are available right now. When we lose a phone, it's virtually impossible to get it back. May be something like, I would get the details of the person holding my phone delivered to my email. I mean all the details, his photo, his name and address, his location and anything else that is available, and then directions to the nearest police station too :) . That would be really nice. Smartphones are costly, and nobody likes to lose them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More battery power. How about a solar powered battery, or at-least an in-built charger for the battery that charges your batteries when you are out in the sun. I don't like phones that go dead when I am on an important call.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A really smart keyboard. &lt;a href="http://www.blindtype.com/"&gt;BlindType&lt;/a&gt; is very impressive. Cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would like to remote control my appliances at home. I know it's not too far though. &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/powermeter/about/"&gt;Google's Powermeter&lt;/a&gt; and similar technologies would make it a reality someday, for everyone. Even my car, that would be just perfect.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Somehow, allowed me to communicate with my friends and family when I am out of my provider's coverage area. For example, Mt. Everest. It might use satelite communication to push my message through. Well, I expect this service to be costly. and won't mind paying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phones that can interact with people with disabilities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Smart phones have really gone smart today. They helps us navigate, it's a personal diary for some, they tell us time, weather, give us the latest news updates, keep us connected to the whole world. But still, these pretty little devices haven't been able to reach the most needed ones. It would be great if the price of a smartphone comes down to levels that makes them affordable for all. That would make it really really SMART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://onetouchnet.tatadocomo.com/"&gt;Checkout the new phone from Tata Docomo called the OneTouch Net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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To be part of the next edition, visit and start following &lt;a href="http://blogaton.in/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blog-a-Ton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9PneCDHGgs/TKDoWXK6aBI/AAAAAAAACuU/o5k7abrcw5Y/s1600/BAT-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9PneCDHGgs/TKDoWXK6aBI/AAAAAAAACuU/o5k7abrcw5Y/s200/BAT-15.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There will always be some stories in your life which you will never forget. And those stories or incidents can also have a deep impact on our personality. I have always believed that events in our early stages of life (childhood) determine who and what we will finally turn out to be. One of such things that still lingers in my mind is from my childhood days. I don't really remember how old I was, but I guess I was in the 5th standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our first trip outside Orissa. We were going to New Delhi. Since I was a child, I was not really a travel freak. My father loves traveling, and he still does. Perhaps, because that was our first such trip, I was excited and thrilled. My little sister was still being carried around in somebody's arms, always, and I considered myself a grown-up, ready to take care of myself, and "walked" along with them. Ah!! What a trip that was. We covered almost the whole of North India, except Jammu and Kashmir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the story is about our journey to New Delhi. It was my first journey by train, and my sister's as well. I guess, she was still too young to know what was going around. And I was very very excited. That was the trip which ingrained in my mind, the fact that "New Delhi" was the capital of India. Being an inquisitive mind, as I have always been, I was expecting this trip to be the most memorable one, and it finally turned out to be one of them. After 2 days of traveling by train, we reached the New Delhi railway station. I was told that my uncle who worked in the Army would come to pick us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the train halted, the whole compartment went berserk. I thought the train would be leaving soon after stopping for a few minutes, as I had been noticing for the countless stations that went past. At every station, people were always in a hurry to either get down or board the train. I sensed emergency. My father started collecting our luggage, my mom picked up my sister. I thought they needed my help. I scanned my eyes over all the boxes, and tried picking up one. It was heavy, but I managed to load it on my arms. My father started moving towards the exit. I followed him. The bag was heavy, but I still carried it with all my strength. My mom was walking besides me. My sister had just woke up amidst all the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept following my father, never looking back to check my mother and sister. He was walking, rather pacing away. I didn't have the time to look back else I would lose him, I thought. Suddenly, I heard someone shout out my name from behind. "Bini, Bini". It sounded familiar, I turned back to see my uncle running towards me. He came running to me, and asked, "Where are you going?". I said, "Papa is looking for you", pointing in the other direction. He smiled and took my hand. We started walking the other way, away from my father. I was wondering if I should remind him again that we should be walking the other way. But I was confused. "Where's Mom, and my sister?" I thought. After sometime, I could see them, all of them together. My mother was crying, father looked really worried and my sister trying to assess and understand the situation, still in Mom's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father bent down and put his hand on my head, and asked, "Where were you going?" I said,"I was following you". Only then I realized that I was following the brown jacket that my father had put on. I might have been half asleep, and sleep walking then. I don't really remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a child, I didn't know how to react then. But whenever I remember that day, I always feel lucky. I would have been lost that day. At the railway station. The vivid memories of the brown jacket, my mom's tears and my uncle running towards me still come to my mind whenever I am at the railway station. I feel lonely and sad, whenever I am at the railway station. Whenever I visit the railway station, either to see off someone, or to go on yet another journey myself, a feeling of sadness and loneliness gets over me. 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CWG'/><author><name>Kumar Bibek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112390559537371694099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-r_bSOXUy8mM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC1o/tHzyvCIzCQc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9PneCDHGgs/TJuyzToujJI/AAAAAAAACuE/VpYgCBDtd_k/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985930872633134385.post-4437523425277714617</id><published>2010-09-17T11:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-17T13:23:40.232+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At the Job'/><title type='text'>Kudos Times of India</title><content type='html'>A few years back, I liked the online version of &lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/"&gt;The Times of India&lt;/a&gt; and it was perhaps the only place where I read the newspaper for sometime. As an effort towards saving paper, I had also stopped getting the paper Newspapers. I liked the site, and it was almost updated instantly whenever there was a new story for which you would have to wait for the next day's newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9PneCDHGgs/TJMAnq2_D-I/AAAAAAAACt4/DT_HgyttQx0/s1600/times-of-india-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9PneCDHGgs/TJMAnq2_D-I/AAAAAAAACt4/DT_HgyttQx0/s200/times-of-india-2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now, the Times Of India site sucks. I have written 2 mails to the editor, regarding my concerns, but nothing has happened yet, and probably nothing will change. These guys still want to sell news on the paper, whereas I thought that they would one day, try and reduce the amount of paper that they use up everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Somethings that I don't like:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ads everywhere: It takes almost a minute for the front page to open, and display some content.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The front page of the online version is just sexed up. It looks attractive, thats all, but it doesn't show quality content.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They have completely changed the meaning of Headlines. Any new news is a headline for them, and it appears right at the top.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I open the website, I would expect to see the articles that would probably be seen on the paper newspaper. But, the online version, I guess, doesn't have a competent editor. Some guy who maintains the website, seems to be a self-proclaimed editor for the website, who actually doesn't know what should go where.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Videos. Aaahhh....I don't like the videos. Most of them are related to things which I would never like to see. And moreover, the videos start with 30 sec ads, yes each one of them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed off when this article managed to get into the headlines of &lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/"&gt;The Times of India&lt;/a&gt;, today morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/india/Woman-delivers-a-tweet-child/articleshow/6569290.cms"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Woman delivers a 'tweet' child&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be interesting for some, and I congratulate the mother and the child, but this is definitely not an article for the Headlines of a so-called well known, a leading national newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now wonder, if this kind of content that fetches them more money. Is this a well-researched method to generate readership for newspapers/magazines, in general? Do people actually enjoy reading such stories? I reckon, YES. So, then, it's not the newspapers to be blamed. I guess, the "golden" days were better, where every morning, we would eagerly wait for the morning newspaper and then fight over it with other family members, each trying to snatch away their favorite page of the newspaper, and then enjoy the morning tea. &lt;b&gt;Now, It's all about money&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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After that day, when we met for the first time, I explained her the whole story, ummm...., not the whole, only a part of it. I didn't tell her that I had any feelings for her. I said that it was just my friend's mischief, and there was nothing more to it. And she believed, at-least, I believed she did. And then, we started talking again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our final exams, we(I and my friends) packed our bags to leave hostel and college forever. It was our last day. We hadn't quite planned out our journey back, so, were short of time. I couldn't meet her before leaving, though I was dying to meet her the last time, perhaps, the last time ever. We had a train to catch. I was somewhat saddened by the fact that probably we would never talk again either. She was still in college. I was cursing my friends for not being able to arrange tickets for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few good byes, and hugs, and a few tears, we left the college premises. Somewhere within my heart, I still had the hope of seeing her the last time. Perhaps, she was waiting for me at the railway station. I was nervous. We reached the station. My eyes rolled in all directions. I couldn't see her. I looked at my watch again and again. There were still a few minutes left. All the time, I was expecting a call. I had told her that I would be leaving today. "How could she forget?", I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our train had already arrived. I wanted to give her a call. But, somehow, I couldn't. I didn't know what to tell her. But I wanted to say, "Why didn't you come? Why didn't you call?". 5 minutes before the train left, I gave her a call in the hope of listening to her voice for one last time. The phone rang, I was still thinking what to say. It kept on ringing. "She must be on her way", I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, a voice answered, "The number you have dialed is not ......". @##$#%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried once more, still no answer. I was still on the platform, my eyes fixed on the entrance. The train started moving. My friends called out. I felt like crying, felt like running back to the hostel. But I knew I have been expecting for something that would never happen. She would never come, I knew that. Dejected, I boarded the moving train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got on the train, settled myself. My friends thought I was sad for my other friends and college. They thought I was already missing the hostel life, and made fun of my. I was in my own world. I was looking at my phone all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sometime, I typed in the words, "I Love You, I always did, from the very first day we met. Sorry and Goodbye", and sent it to Ms. 291. &lt;b&gt;THAT!!!!&lt;/b&gt; was the last SMS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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She was in my class. And her Roll No. was 291. Mine was 294. The guy with Roll no.&amp;nbsp; 292 left college after some days. And Roll No 293 was a great friend of mine. After the first year of college, Ms. 291 and I were enrolled into a new class. Mr. 293 was now out of the story. Well, Mr. 293 actually had a greater part in this story, but I chose to cut short his involvement in this affair, in our affair. In the new class, there was no one between 291 and 294. I thought, someday, I will let her know my feelings when we were alone. I was sort of sure that there was destiny's play in all this, and the whole world was working towards getting the two of us closer to each other. See, we both got into the same class after the first year, and Mr. 293 was left behind. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the same class meant always being in the same group of friends, lots of chats, exchanging notes, coffee breaks and snacks, phone calls, sms, emails and a few lunches and dinners. When we used to go out for project work together out of our campus, I always insisted on having dinner at some good place. I had already prepared a list of nice food joints near our campus. She never gave in and said her friends would be waiting at the hostel. Though I always had my proposal ready, I was actually waiting for the appropriate time and opportunity, which never came. But I never gave up hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never got a chance to know how she felt about me. I never asked her. I was afraid. I made my best efforts of&amp;nbsp; hiding my feelings for her. Actually, I was, and I still am, quite good at it. We were almost at the end of the semesters of the 3rd year of class, when something changed in our relationship. Ahh, I can't forget that day. And I can't forget the culprit as well. Mr. 013. All my friends knew about this girl. Mr. 013 also knew about our affair. He is still a good friend, but I was very angry at him that day. 4 of my friends, including Mr. 013 were celebrating someone's birthday. No points for guessing that the main attraction of the party was, THE WHISKY (some brand, that's not important though, but I remember), and not the birthday boy. He was forgotten after we each landed a few kicks on his back. And there was an oversupply of it (whisky), enough to make us lose our minds. I had already lost my sanity. I could only hear the music playing on the computer with half closed eyes and an empty glass in my hand. Well, I was also thinking about Ms. 291, but I still wasn't insane enough. I thought, alcohol gives you that rush of extra courage, but I needed a few more pegs to get to that stage where I could even think of surviving a fall from the 11th floor. Just then, my phone beeped. It was an SMS. As soon as I took it out of my pocket, Mr. 013 snatched it from my hands. He read out the contents of the SMS aloud. It was from Ms. 291.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, wassup? I am bored with these stupid girls, care to talk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to reply back. So, I asked Mr. 013, to return my phone. He said that he will reply that we were drinking and I would call her once we finished the alcohol. All my efforts of getting my phone back went in vain. So, I just let him do whatever he wanted and said, "Go ahead". We had a little conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. 013 :&lt;/b&gt; Why haven't you proposed her yet? Are you afraid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me :&lt;/b&gt; I am not afraid. I think she already knows how I feel about her, but I am just looking for the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. 013 :&lt;/b&gt; What the hell? It's been 3 years, and you are still waiting for the right time? Anytime is the right time for this stuff. So do it today, right now. Else I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me :&lt;/b&gt; No, please. I will take my time, I am not in a condition to talk, else I would have called her up right now. You always get me pumped up. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next moment, I was back to my senses, when Mr. 013 thrust my phone into my face, which said, "Message Sent". After a few clicks, I realized that the damage had been done. Mr. 013, sent "I Love You" to Ms. 291, from my phone. Damn!!!! Doomed forever!!! That night, the whole night, I was awake, waiting for my phone to beep again. But it never did. That was the last SMS.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Makes life easy for sure. But, seems that, we have lost the knack of talking to real people and somehow have started believing on these gadgets/technologies more than on People. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lost in the streets? Open the Google Navigation and ask for directions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No more Newspaper bills. I read it online.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send/Receive mails from the postman? Nah, Email is fast and FREE!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cricket match anyone? Big LCD screens at home with 3D analysis of each ball bowled and hit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meetups/Get-togethers? Video and voice conferences are cheaper than traveling even a mile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read books? Of course, I buy e-books and read them on my laptop to save paper.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get tickets for a move? Do it online or by phone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cassettes/CD-Players still alive? Everyone has a portable music player these days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3+4 = ?? Google tells you now. I don't need a calculator.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buying a car? Dig the forums for reviews/comments.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Orkut, Facebook, Twitter etc are the fastest ways to communicate with people. No doubt about that. But, this really suits our generation where our friends from school stay far away from us now. And it seems that all these things are actually making our lives easier. True to a certain extent. But, for I guess, the story and the experience will not be the same for the next generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A decade later, more and more children will be either on Orkut or Facebook. By children, I mean, 6 year olds and up. Most of their time will be spent on updating their status messages or profile, or uploading photos, sharing videos, making new friends, etc. People will have more virtual friends or contacts than the real ones. All this, no doubt, in a way makes you more social, or do they really? Instead of discussing problems/issues with parents/friends, people now-a-days tend to be more open and comfortable in discussing their problems amongst their virtual counterparts. A sense of anonymity gives you the power as well as the freedom of expressing your views, which is good, but it becomes dangerous when people take advantage of this freedom. For example, a Google account of a user, in essence, is his biography. Everything he has done in the past is begin recorded. All his mails, contacts, appointments, location information, searches, videos he has watched is recorded. If it falls into the wrong hands, doomed is perhaps the only word I can think of. I mean, grown-ups would probably learn and manage all this, but isn't it a overdose for the children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days back, I met someone, who I know, is a child, and I was shocked to see his fake Facebook account with hundreds of friends. This guy used a fake name and photo for this account. He has, in short, created a fake person who is completely different from himself. He has a different age, has a job and has also listed his likes and dislikes which is again so different from him. Is this Anonymity? And he is just 13 years old. I tried convincing him to create a real profile, but he didn't budge and said, nobody would want to become a friend that way!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anonymity == FAKE ??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Social_network"&gt;From Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;:&amp;nbsp; A &lt;b&gt;social network&lt;/b&gt; is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Social_structure" title="Social structure"&gt;social structure&lt;/a&gt; made up of individuals (or  organizations) called "nodes," which are tied (connected) by one or more  specific types of &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interdependency" title="Interdependency"&gt;interdependency&lt;/a&gt;, such as  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friendship" title="Friendship"&gt;friendship&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kinship" title="Kinship"&gt;kinship&lt;/a&gt;,  common interest, financial exchange, dislike, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexual_network" title="Sexual network"&gt;sexual relationships&lt;/a&gt;, or relationships of beliefs,  knowledge or &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prestige" title="Prestige"&gt;prestige&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A social network is made up of "&lt;b&gt;nodes&lt;/b&gt;" and not "&lt;b&gt;people&lt;/b&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NICE DEFINITION &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Basically, it was designed for women, and at one time, was the largest selling scooter brand in it’s segment. Equipped with a 60cc engine, it can hit a top speed of about 60 kmph with a single person. However, the max speed dropped to a surprisingly lower value, somewhere around 45 kmph when you add on a pillion. If you want to know more about this scooter, visit the &lt;a href="http://www.scootygals.com/1-lakh.html" target="_blank"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, mine, not exactly mine, but my sister’s scooty is &lt;b&gt;6 years old now&lt;/b&gt;. And whoever rides it now, vows never to ride it again. But during it’s initial days, I used to love scooty rides a lot. :) And, so, there is some kind of attachment between the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__9PneCDHGgs/TC-DRdfT-PI/AAAAAAAACXA/dJOSucMN02U/s1600-h/IMG_5646%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img align="right" alt="Sidharth" border="0" height="137" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__9PneCDHGgs/TC-DSgfZmJI/AAAAAAAACXE/2ZMBEpZZNmE/IMG_5646_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" title="Sidharth" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, the story continues. Ashish, who was in Bhubaneswar, for&amp;nbsp; attending Sidharth’s marriage, wanted to go to Puri. I told him that we can take a car/taxi. Not willing to contribute to the already increasing Carbon levels in the atmosphere, he recommended to avail the public transport. Hmm, Bad Idea, I thought. But, I knew that I will not be able to convince him to take a taxi, he would have never agreed. So, I gave him another better (looking atleast) option. My Scooty. And he somehow agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well, there was one little constraint.&lt;/b&gt; He had a flight to catch, the same day, at 6:45 pm, that very evening. And so, I worked out all the calculations (taking into consideration all the factors, including the max possible speed of my scooty) and arrived at our scheduled departure time, 9:00 am in the morning. Well, true to their reputations, NITKians, never made anything on time. Or they always did something wrong. Ya Ya, I am one of them. But, I can give you some more examples. &lt;b&gt;Mr. Vishal&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Mr. Gaurav&lt;/b&gt; missed their flights by just 10 minutes who wanted to attend Sidharth’s marriage. &lt;b&gt;Mr. Srinath&lt;/b&gt;, who is currently a student at IIM, Kolkatta, by mistake booked a train ticket for the day after when he was supposed to travel. He managed his time well, but had all the wrong data and inputs. :) And I wasn’t even expecting &lt;b&gt;Mr. Ashish&lt;/b&gt; to make it to my house before at-least 11:00 am. And I still over-estimated. He reached my house at 11:30 and then we started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puri is around &lt;b&gt;60 kms from my house&lt;/b&gt;. And, I just did a test ride on my Scooty. &lt;b&gt;A max speed of 43 kmph&lt;/b&gt;. Hmm, Well, at that speed, I thought it will take at-least 2 hours to reach Puri. And we did it. YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the return journey was more fun, exciting and tensed. For some reason, my Scooty refused to buzz beyond the 40 kmph. At the place where we stopped for food, we got a bit late and lost a few minutes there (may be 10 minutes). And, it was already 5:00 pm and there was still some 30 odd kms to cover. If at all, Rajhans misses his flight, he and only he would be the sole person responsible. He did all this, wasted time, which could have saved us a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__9PneCDHGgs/TC-DUiSTGNI/AAAAAAAACXY/rgOGqQl2sK8/s1600-h/IMG_5725%5B9%5D.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img align="right" alt="Sand Art" border="0" height="103" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__9PneCDHGgs/TC-DVthHq3I/AAAAAAAACXc/V9vBqQN02ew/IMG_5725_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" title="Sand Art" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__9PneCDHGgs/TC-DYac0siI/AAAAAAAACXk/ikhV0PAOJIk/s1600-h/IMG_5687%5B5%5D.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="Indian Cokes" border="0" height="103" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__9PneCDHGgs/TC-DZ4J4d6I/AAAAAAAACXo/bY4nUTzxi4s/IMG_5687_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" title="Indian Cokes" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__9PneCDHGgs/TC-EWBGvEGI/AAAAAAAACX0/mAvZDUf8XTg/s1600-h/IMG_5727%5B11%5D.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Session" border="0" height="103" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__9PneCDHGgs/TC-EXT-dbTI/AAAAAAAACX4/6AoydycP4-Q/IMG_5727_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Photo Session" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Rajhans miss his flight? Did Scooty survive the torture? Did we manage to break the NITKians record of never being on time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be continued…&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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This was definitely a big news for the Silicon valley. I don’t know if this deal made people happy or sad, but at first, I was very reluctant to accept the truthfulness of this piece of news. Later, it turned out that it was just an April fool’s joke. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But I think Google should now buy out Facebook. Though Google already owns Orkut, the popularity of Facebook is way higher that Orkut’s. Orkut was a different company, which Google had bought some years back. I used to love Orkut and hated people who used facebook. Orkut had it’s own fan following, and almost 90% of them were not very keen to switch to Facebook. But, this was 2 years ago. Now, I don’t use Orkut. I AM ON FACEBOOK, and I open it 3-4 time a day. A lot of people who I know, were not ready to shift to Facebook, now are avid lovers of the social networking site.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let’s discuss about the factors that made people shift from Orkut to Facebook. By the way, as far as I can see, Orkut will be going down the memory lane in less than 3 years. That’s my estimation. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1. The first thing I can think of is “Facebook’s UI”. It’s the basic thing which really affects how the website is being used. Facebook gives a better user-experience. Facebook is completely Ajax-ified. Orkut uses Ajax in bit’s and pieces.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2. The colors and layout of Orkut hurts the eyes. Whereas, Facebook’ backgroun (white) is very easy on the eyes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3. The games on Facebook like “Mafia wars”, “Farmville” and “Knighthood” were instant success. Orkut missed out on these features.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4. Orkut introduced games and contests, very late. And they were not as good as Facebook’s. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5. Communities or groups on Orkut, well, it wasn’t properly used by the people, whereas on Facebook, these actually help out a lot of people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;6. Orkut has Ads everywhere, which makes some pages look odd. Ads on Facebook were small and were placed at the right places. They actually look good sometimes and some of them are indeed clickable. :) I never click on something that has “Google Adsense” written on it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;These are some of the things that I think might be reasons for the downfall of Orkut. Orkut was of-course quite popular. But now, It’s Facebook who is taking away users from Google. Google should buy Facebook now to stay in the Social Networking business. I don’t want Microsoft to buy Facebook. But I don’t think Facebook will ever agree to Google’s offer just in case there’s one. It’s doing good. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Each and every day was as &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__9PneCDHGgs/S6VFl_5xtVI/AAAAAAAACK0/_XRu7EkCSlA/s1600-h/college-graduate-photo%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="college-graduate-photo" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="181" alt="college-graduate-photo" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__9PneCDHGgs/S6VFoER7QyI/AAAAAAAACK4/nw0Sw7t06o0/college-graduate-photo_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="132" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;enjoyable&amp;#160; as the first or the last day of college and hostel. But now, things have changed, for good and bad. Hostel life, I guess, was a great experience for me. When I look back, through the hazy memories, I can still clearly re-collect some moments which can never be forgotten. These incidents will one day become stories for our children which we would narrate again and again. Those four years were like a vacation for me, of course, I got a B.Tech Degree. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;1&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. At college, ANYTIME is PLAYTIME. There was no fixed playtimes for us. Be it a weekday, exam day or a weekend, in a minutes notice we could make two teams for any game. Cricket, Football, Volleyball, Carrom, Chess, Age of Empires, Counter strike, Water Games, Discussions, Debates, and a lot more. We played it all. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* But now in the corporate world, we only get weekends. :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Dinner, Lunch and Breakfast were just words for us. There was no fixed time for all these. We stretched and skewed the timings so much that these words lost their meaning. We just ate, anytime we liked, and anything we got.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Out here, we have fixed timings for everything, even for a smoke and tea.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Drinking and smoking made people happy and gay. If you didn’t have a hangover next day, you weren’t drunk. Throwing up and to be drunk again was a sign of strength. It was admired. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* You puke once in your office party, and your organization bans alcohol in office parties forever. After the smoking ban, people have to walk out of the campus/building to get some air. :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;4&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Six weeks of attendance. That means, in the whole year, you work for 12 weeks. There was a relaxation of 2 weeks as well, if you could think of a nice excuse. The rest of the time, you could be sleeping, watching movies, playing Far Cry, or just gossiping, you had so much time to waste.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* 35 holidays a year!!! That’s ridiculous, when the hell shall I find time to chill out? Office life doesn’t give you time to breathe, let alone a chance to get drunk.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;5&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Worn out jeans, torn Tees, and Bathroom chappals took us everywhere. Party, lectures, Exams and Interviews. Washing clothes was something which had the least priority for us. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Formals, Shoes, Ties and a Laptop in all seasons have to be carried 5 days a week. And the weekend’s most important agenda is “Washing clothes”. I hate it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can go on writing about things, how they were and how they have changed. Well, I am not complaining about the present. I just want to say, “Wow, how great were those 4 years of hostel”. 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We almost made headlines some years back when I was in college, NIT Kurukshetra. It was a college tour to Chandigarh, a part of our Environmental Studies curriculum. The whole of electrical batch packed in 2 buses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even remember the names of people who were involved. As far as I can remember there were 6 of us. Rishabh, Kapi, Vivek, Amit, Rahul Singh and Me. We had already decided that we would somehow escape from the group and have beer even before we started. It was a hot afternoon. A bottle of beer was the need of the hour. For lunch, we were given an hours time. As soon as we heard that, we rushed towards a place where we could get all we wanted. It wasn't long enough before we had the bottles in our hands. Some "aloo parathas" and "samosas" was all that we could manage in an hour, we thought. After 4-5 gulps of the liquid, all of us went into a mild state of trance, out in the air, on the streets of Chandigarh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I remember was a policeman standing besides me and staring at me. We never knew that it was illegal to drink in the open in Chandigarh. We never bothered to inquire. Then we could also see a bigger crowd surrounding us. I could also see some people with cameras pointed at us, perhaps the press. And suddenly the bottles were snatched from our hands and we were asked to follow a policeman who escorted us to the control room, saving us from the press and the people. Phew, I could see all of us sweating profusely now. The lunch break was almost over and we were quite far from the group and our professors. We knew we would never be able to make it on time. Thoughts about getting thrown out of college, parents wrath and making the headlines made us nervous. And finally, we managed to call some more people from the group who came in time to deal with the police. Sagar and Dheeraj rushed to the spot in 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time, the police were completing the paper works, inquiring about us, taking down our addresses. When it was Kapi's turn, I couldn't control my laughter. He started mentioning some imaginary address, a strange address, of-course non-existent. They had also confiscated out ID cards, which was returned to us after-wards. After all this, we were taken to a hospital where a doctor asked us some questions and we answered (don't remember what). He then announced that we were not drunk. This was all a part of the process just to make sure that we don't land up in tomorrow's newspapers. The policemen were very co-operative and Sagar and Dheeraj also helped a lot in finally taking us back to the group. And the excuse was, "&lt;b&gt;Lost in Chandigarh&lt;/b&gt;". No one was cross-questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned to our hostels, there was a sense of pride for all that we went through. We were the talk of the hostel for that day. That day, it was fun.I think we had some more beer when we were back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when I think of it now, I feel sad. I am sure that it could have been worse. That was 4 years ago, and we were just engineering students. But for our luck, this incident was not somehow publicized enough to be known to our profs, parents and others, and we were saved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985930872633134385-1065101073921863740?l=www.kbeanie.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kbeanie.com/feeds/1065101073921863740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.kbeanie.com/2010/03/finally-ready-to-race_09.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985930872633134385/posts/default/1065101073921863740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985930872633134385/posts/default/1065101073921863740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kbeanie.com/2010/03/finally-ready-to-race_09.html' title='Finally, Ready to race'/><author><name>Kumar Bibek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112390559537371694099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-r_bSOXUy8mM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC1o/tHzyvCIzCQc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9PneCDHGgs/S5W46Ys6vZI/AAAAAAAACI4/PWnpGp7ogi0/s72-c/pulsar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985930872633134385.post-6842997972375564857</id><published>2010-03-08T15:28:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-12T09:34:47.104+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangalore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At the Job'/><title type='text'>Crippled without Internet</title><content type='html'>Aahhh, No internet connection in office. It's been like this for almost 30 minutes. Everyone is going mad. Everything has stopped. No one's working. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were days when even a pathetically slow computer system brought joy and excitement to people's houses. It was a grand celebration. And before turning it on, the age old custom of breaking a coconut and putting a tilak was never forgotten. I remember, when I turned my PC for the first time at home, everyone was standing right behind me. I was in 10th standard then. Well, a dangerous time though. My parents thought that it would help me in studies. Computer Science was introduced in our curriculum in 8th standard. But they were in for a bigger surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day, a friend of mine, who had never come to my house before, dropped in with 2 game CDs. And he kept on visiting my house very frequently. I am not complaining, I enjoyed it too. We used to sit in-front of the computer for hours, door locked from inside. Our parents had the impression that we were studying hard. This went on for quite some time. And finally we were caught. I don't remember what happened next. But, for the first 2 years, my PC was only used for gaming. It was a 233MHz machine, with 32MB RAM and 40GB hard disk. After 2 years also, we didn't have an internet connection. And we never got bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a laptop with 1.6GHz processor, 1.5GB RAM and a 120GB hard disk. But now, I use it for one more thing. To get connected to the internet. Now I cannot imagine how would I keep myself busy if there was no internet. But I also miss some of my other hobbies. I don't play tabla anymore. Nor do I do any sketches or paintings. The time spend in-front of the TV has also reduced drastically. I don't work out. I eat fast so that I can get back to my laptop as soon as possible. I don't talk on the phone for hours together, well, not as much as I used to. I don't play outdoor games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet has crippled me!!!!! But I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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A lot happened actually, and I don't find enough time to write about everything. Well, that's really an excuse, but when I sit down to write a blog, I run out of thoughts very quickly. Errr...what was I going to write?? Oh yeah...Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9PneCDHGgs/S1NpMjRq_1I/AAAAAAAACEU/NYkZqvRpp-Q/s1600-h/DSC01398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9PneCDHGgs/S1NpMjRq_1I/AAAAAAAACEU/NYkZqvRpp-Q/s200/DSC01398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did a lot of biking, 4 guys and 2 bikes. We had big hopes from Lt. Parida (not late, lieutenant, :) ) that he would be arranging at-least some 150cc bikes. But, we had to manage with one Discover, and one errr... ____________, Please someone fill it up (Samiran, Parida, Kunal). We didn't have problems with any of the bikes, fortunately, though we (Me and Parida) who were on one bike, survived a small accident, or rather a fall. The only thing hurt in all this was Lt. Parida's bike. See the photo. Can you see the scratches? Sorry Lt. Parida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same day, when we were wandering inside the campus, we saw a big Anaconda (not as big as the one on TV) crossing the road. It had probably just had it's dinner. Inside the campus, there were signs at places saying, "Go slow, animals cross roads here". At first I had laughed. When we had crossed the crawling thing, a truck came from the other side. We returned back to see if it was still there, but couldn't find any signs of it. It was already dark, we wanted to take a picture of it, but decided not to search for it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were beaches, and coconut tress (reminder, we were in Kerala). We smoked on the beaches, threw some stones into the waters, (Kunal got a record number of 7 jumps), we drank at night, and played cards. :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9PneCDHGgs/S1Nr1CQcllI/AAAAAAAACEY/_ArLvjPOa_s/s1600-h/DSC01256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9PneCDHGgs/S1Nr1CQcllI/AAAAAAAACEY/_ArLvjPOa_s/s200/DSC01256.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All these days, approx 4 days, I hadn't checked my mail once. I had my laptop, and I was also carrying my Reliance data card, all prepared to upload photos as and when they were being taken, but to my horror, there were no mobile network signals other than BSNL. We couldn't even use our cell phones (sometimes took photos with it). :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a lot of photos, lots and lots....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up a light house, "No Problem". Wasn't a big one, but I had never been up a lighthouse ever. And as soon as we entered the building, Mr. Samiran had a question ready for us, for which, even he didn't have an answer? "Why aren't there any lifts in Lighthouses?" As if, he had been to all the light-houses of the world, and had made his amazing and non-existent discovery/theory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9PneCDHGgs/S1Ns4RucVxI/AAAAAAAACEc/kkcP1rpLFvg/s1600-h/DSC01342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9PneCDHGgs/S1Ns4RucVxI/AAAAAAAACEc/kkcP1rpLFvg/s200/DSC01342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were walking on the beaches (don't remember the name), something bit me on my foot. I though I would have stepped on some stone. But the pain didn't go away after I moved. When I looked down, I almost fainted. A strange creature was holding onto my left toe. "Illlo Bopalo", I shouted, and hit that thing with Lt. Parida's helmet. After 2 blows and lot's of shouting, it let go of my toe. The other's were enjoying this scene, quitely from a distance. Only Kunal came running towards me, I was bleeding. &lt;b&gt;This is what he did after that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9PneCDHGgs/S1NvYDB5u1I/AAAAAAAACEk/xLhpH3TrPMs/s1600-h/DSC01341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9PneCDHGgs/S1NvYDB5u1I/AAAAAAAACEk/xLhpH3TrPMs/s200/DSC01341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, he came running with his camera, to take a picture. Huh, Can you see the blood on it's teeth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't even care to take me to a hospital. Not even a tetanus, what I had in mind was an anti-venom. Though, none of us knew what creature it was (poisonous/not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While returning, Parida said, since you were bitten, let me drive. I said I was okay and I was in a condition to drive. But how could I ignore Lieutenant Parida's orders!!!! 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But for the year that was ending, we had lot's of things to celebrate about. Samiran and 1 packed our bags to started off for Payyanur, Kerala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our destination: INS Zamorin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our contact : Lt. Ritesh Kumar Parida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as every Bangalorean knows well, friday evening is the worst time to travel to Majestic(Bangalore's Bus Terminus) or the Airport. It always seems like Bangalore is being evacuated. What I had heard from Samiran, was today, there were around 1200 buses scheduled to take people out of Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a bus ticket, and it was a private one. We had made sure that we didn't get the back seat, since we knew that the road to Payyanur was full of pot-holes, so big, that they could have been called wells. But, when we entered the bus, and started searching for our seat number, we realized that it was going to be the worst bus journey ever. Backseat, and 6 people jammed up. There was a couple among the six. To make matters worse, the girl was fat, and so was Samiran. The girl took up more than 1/6th of the space, but since she was with her boyfriend, we couldn't have done anything. We were heading towards Kerala, and had no plans of being admitted into a government hospital, and miss the Christmas and the New Year celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to sleep in a posture that was not even close to sitting. But it was fun, and we laughed all the way. Samiran's head hit the roof twice, and mine, once. We had a train to catch next morning from Mangalore at 9:00 am. And this bus was supposed to reach there at 6:00 am. But, due to the mass movement of the public, it was late by 3 hours. We thought we missed the train. But thanks to Indian Railways, the train was late by an hour and we reached Payyanur in another 1:30 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reach Payyanur, it took us almost 12 hours, which was way beyond our calculations. Well, here comes the best part. Kunal, who made up his last minute plans, decided to celebrate with us and Lt. Ritesh. I guess, I wouldn't do justice to him, if I were to describe anything about his trip. I would be stealing away his content for one more blog, now that the competition is neck to neck. And of-course, we will get to hear "Right from the Horse's Mouth" :)....&amp;nbsp; To make it short, he reached Payyanur after a 48 hour journey from Gurgaon, via Mumbai, Goa, Mangalore etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally reached Payyanur, we were welcomed by Lt. Ritesh Kumar Parida, in a black sorts, shoes, and a t-shirt. At the sight of him, Samiran and I couldn't control our laughter. He hadn't changed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more to mention about this trip. To be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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It was getting unbearable for me to survive here. The moment I reached home from office, the first thing I would do was to switch on the AC. Not to mention, the electricity bill for each month would be always directly proportional to the temperature, raised to the power of temperature itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday evening, I had plans of going to Bangalore to escape from the heat. But I guess, the rain gods had other plans. After I reached office, it started raining heavily. I was not aware of how Chennai's weather will be at this time of the year. I had a train to catch at 11:30pm (note: station was around 35kms from my place). I thought, by that time the clouds would have poured down all their drops. So, I got busy with my work. Ironically, I am currently working on a weather forecasting application. :) When I configured this application to show Chennai's weather forecast, something seemed to be out of place. It said, "Thunderstorms" for the next 5 days. Well, last week, it said the same thing, and that week was quite hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 5 in the evening, and I prepared to pack my things. Then my colleague stopped me and asked me to look outside. It was still raining heavily. Damn. I hadn't done my packing yet for Bangalore. I would get late if the rain didn't stop, I thought. After 30 minutes, I decided to leave. By the time I entered the open skies, it was only drops here and there. I reached my room without getting wet. :) Lucky me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switched on the AC, oh, that had become a habit, it wasn't needed. After 5 minutes or so, switched it off. Started packing.  Got ready, to travel 35kms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 7 in the evening, the rains came back. It must have been the heaviest rainfall that I would ever experience in Chennai. And it didn't stop until Monday morning. I had called up around 4-5 taxi services, but they were over-booked. The bus stop is 1km away from my house and there was no way that I could have walked that distance in this downpour.  I had never thought that I would not be able to step out of my room because of rains. Lost hopes at around 9:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, on Monday morning, finally "It stopped raining". 2 and a half day, locked up inside my room, and above all, India loosing the series, it was certainly a test of my patience. My room mate was lucky to leave for Hyderabad at the right time. I slept a lot though. And for food, I used to call up a restaurant. The delivery boy would be cursing me. Ahh... Need to re-plan for the Bangalore trip again, next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't rain next week. Please please please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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