<?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-30028494</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:00:20.444+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Monsieur Rodin</title><subtitle type='html'>Sculpting thought.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-8081131271034896682</id><published>2011-07-19T11:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-19T11:17:37.944+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Our Team Asha Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4mIOYVQj5Ko/TiUaQ9TX3qI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AfDoVE5aT68/s1600/Team%2BAsha.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4mIOYVQj5Ko/TiUaQ9TX3qI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AfDoVE5aT68/s200/Team%2BAsha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630935787732721314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-8081131271034896682?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/8081131271034896682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=8081131271034896682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/8081131271034896682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/8081131271034896682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-team-asha-pic.html' title='Our Team Asha Pic'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4mIOYVQj5Ko/TiUaQ9TX3qI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AfDoVE5aT68/s72-c/Team%2BAsha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-703176438282065026</id><published>2010-12-13T09:37:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-13T10:24:08.434+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Two travelers, Father and his son. Left for a journey with their companion, a mule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;For simplicity, lets name them Tom, Dick and Harry respectively. So Tom and Dick, both are sitting on Harry and they are progressing in their path towards the destination. Like any traveler, they encounter multiple villages on their way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;As they passed through the first village, few local villagers commented, " &lt;i&gt;Look at the father and son perched on the poor animal. They have no remorse for the poor fella. Shame on those guys!."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Tom couldn't ignore that comment. So he thought it would be a good idea for him to get down and let Dick stay put.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;As they passed through the second village, few more villagers commented, &lt;i&gt;"Look at the son! He is making his father, an older person, walk while he is luxuriously sitting on the mule. Shame, Shame!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Dick couldn't ignore that comment. So he got down and asked his father to sit. And he started walking by their side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;As they passed through the third village, some local villagers commented again, &lt;i&gt;"What a decadence! The father, a more responsible being, is making his son walk.Look at the poor son as he stumbles to walk. The father should take that burden on himself! &lt;/i&gt;"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Both Tom and Dick couldn't ignore that comment. So they thought the best way to avoid these tantrums is for them to walk aside Harry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;As they passed the fourth village, some local villagers burst in to laughs,&lt;i&gt; " Has anybody seen idiots lately? Look at the father and son going past. In spite of the mule, these duds are walking!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Neither Tom nor Dick or Harry could ignore the comment. But they didn't know what more to do. So they said, "Chuck it!" Held their head hight and kept moving ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;So what's the moral of the story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;No matter what you do, there's always someone talking. Then all you can do is to keep moving ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-703176438282065026?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/703176438282065026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=703176438282065026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/703176438282065026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/703176438282065026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2010/12/society.html' title='The Society'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-6824250745203050952</id><published>2010-09-03T11:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-04T13:45:38.639+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Chai at Starbucks....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A tall hot Chai. Standing in solitude, like me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eyes look here and there. Millions of thoughts cross the mind. Why? How? Where? What? The tussle inside has started. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Memories start swirling the hot cup. Ghosts from the past make their appearance. Trying to help me remember the lesson learnt. The lesson that a tempt moment makes you forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then suddenly the lesson is remembered. Just like the Chai at that moment, something very warm is felt inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You are not a slave. Neither to the mind nor to the grind. You are what you choose to be. No one. No one can make you feel whatever unless you choose to getting felt that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The questions start to disappear just as the Chai starts too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the end, something has precipitated, like the brown sugar that survived the trials in the cup. A Smile, an hope and a memory of  Johnnie Walker line that says, " Keep Walking." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Adwait &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-6824250745203050952?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/6824250745203050952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=6824250745203050952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/6824250745203050952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/6824250745203050952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2010/09/chai-at-starbucks.html' title='A Chai at Starbucks....'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-2891606478837397169</id><published>2010-08-31T07:09:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-31T08:24:16.611+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love hath arrived....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well if you are looking for an answer to the question, "what is love?", please hit Crtl+ Alt+Del right now. And I suggest you pick up a Eric Segal or an equivalent Mills and Boon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;I don't know what love is. Or rather, I don't what love means to you. The thought here is purely personal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;For me love just means happiness of the person you love. Unprejudiced, unbiased. Its easier said than done. Because It's very hard to love someone without judging them for what they are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Think for a moment that love is like a sunrise. Do you possess the sunrise? No. Do you judge it for what it is? No. What you do is just bask in it and feel the brilliance on you. And then feel gratitude for it being in your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Love is more or less like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;More because it doesn't take place at a certain time of a day. More because it fills your heart with radiance to such a level that you don't want to posses the person you love. More because it shows you twilight before it rises completely on a relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Less because it may not be as bright as the sunrise but it certainly gives you warmth. Less because though it doesn't rise and set, it makes you soar and swerve. Less because even if it doesn't have a sense of direction, the only way it knows is true north. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;For me love will always there as long as the heart is beating. And may be even after it stops. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt; don't expect love in return because love is not a trade. It's gift from the human upstairs to the person I love. I am only a medium. Love is what makes two souls connect even when their bodies are miles apart. It's what eyes say that the words can never explain. It's in the touch that you long for.Love is pointless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;In jealousy, lust, possessiveness love's labor is lost. Those are like the dark clouds on the bright sunrise. Ironically those clouds have a silver lining too. So is the power of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Love gives me the power to tide away the darkest clouds to bring back the sunlight. For me , love never wins because it's never in the game. It's a silent cleanser of heart's which knows no games, no wars and no battles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So , tonight hold your loved one tightly. Look in their eyes, kiss them, tousle their hair. Tonight, let the tears flow from the heart because love has filled it to the brim. Tonight let the hands bring the warmth like the sunrise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;And tonight, thou shalt know that love hath arrived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Thou shalt know that love hath arrived...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;-Adwait &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-2891606478837397169?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/2891606478837397169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=2891606478837397169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/2891606478837397169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/2891606478837397169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-hath-arrived.html' title='Love hath arrived....'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-7385257639827151732</id><published>2010-04-19T12:51:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-19T13:23:25.073+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Glass Half empty/Half Full</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some people give me this cliche that I should see life in a positive outlook. Always look at the brighter side of any happening and learn from it. See the glass half full instead of half empty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here's my question to them: have you gone beyond and thought what is in the glass? What is it's content? Lets take for eg. that the glass is filled with muddy water. And you are looking at it with all the positivity in the world. Wouldn't you be glad that the glass is half-empty? So is that positive or are you still thinking negatively? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;Another way to look at it is defining "empty."  Maybe the emptiness is what you are seeking. In that case the glass half-full with water is a negative thing. Is'nt it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Think about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here, the point I am trying to drive home is that "outlook" is a very relative thing. I can't meet a person for few weeks and be judgmental that he/she has a positive/negative outlook of life. Because I have not been privy to what that person has been through in his/her own life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Can I go to a war-stricken refugees and tell them to be positive about life? To look at the rising sun and be inspired? Maybe some will and some wont. It doesn't mean that the other people have negative approach. Its just where they are that defines what they think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So my humble request to all those hopeful optimists out there is to give our thoughts- the pessimist's - a fair chance . Who knows, for a given situation they may be better than yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-7385257639827151732?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7385257639827151732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=7385257639827151732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/7385257639827151732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/7385257639827151732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2010/04/glass-half-emptyhalf-full.html' title='Glass Half empty/Half Full'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-1580302503560680850</id><published>2010-04-18T15:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-26T23:33:43.141+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Broken Needle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;People say I am a funny guy . You guys better be serious about that. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Since I am funny, I will never take life seriously. I know I will never come out of it alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then why bother over split milk, pestering bosses, broken hearts and less yearly bonus? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt; Cursing someone who has put you in that zone is preciously worthless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;When will you realize that those people outside are never a problem?They are meant to hate, attract, tempt, gossip and snob. They are people after all. For someone else, you are a part of those "people." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;The problem is your identification with them. So forget what happened the other night or why she did this and that. If you are not meant to be together you are not meant to be together. Cut your losses and move on. But don't forget to send her the bill. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Life is more beautiful than someone who doesn't want to be with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So get up, flirt with the next door girl , wipe somebody's tears, donate some money, ride a bike, click some photos, crack bad jokes, write heavy stuff, go facebooking, google that hot chick, mix some drinks, watch a movie, drive in to the night. There is so much of stuff to do in life. Remember to have a memory loss and life will be beautiful again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dude, we all know the destination, it's the journey that is all that matters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Take care! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;-Adwait &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-1580302503560680850?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/1580302503560680850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=1580302503560680850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/1580302503560680850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/1580302503560680850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2010/04/broken-needle.html' title='The Broken Needle'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-7590387598754491356</id><published>2010-01-05T13:31:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-05T13:55:45.986+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tonight, Again I will burn the midnight oil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;lets see, if I get the warmth of my own toil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eyes will request sleep, mind will request rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hail ho! my people, do not let that effort go in to soil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tonight, i will reduce my life with less sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;for that what is comparatively cheap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As I know that this is something that will end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As I know that this is something i will never keep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wake up my friend, to the lack of sleep time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a result of your own nickel and dime.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For once shove the time and schedules &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For once snooze the candid alarm chime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-7590387598754491356?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7590387598754491356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=7590387598754491356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/7590387598754491356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/7590387598754491356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2010/01/lack-of-sleep.html' title='Lack of Sleep'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-4765144983270511626</id><published>2010-01-03T15:04:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-03T15:48:48.567+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review:Up in the Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Recommendation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: A must-watch-once movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Base: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;George Clooney is a Firing agent who is on the move. Ryan Bingham is the man who virtually lives up in flights. He is tuned to move slickly through the barricades of check-in's and check-out's of almost all the Airports in America. Ergo, he believes in travelling light, both in his professional and personal life also. A man who believes that commitment is a baggage that can keep you grounded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Reel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The movie takes the above plot and starts to finely depict the finer nuances of Ryan. His appearances  as a Motivational speaker, his escapade with Alex Goran (Vera Farmiga  of "The Departed " fame), his encounter with a fresh Cornell MBA, Natalie Keener, his interviews with the people he is about to fire and his relationship with his 2 sisters are some of the other parts of his life other than adding miles to his flier card.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Real:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Though the character of Ryan Bingham doesn't seem to come out well etched, Clooney does a bang-up job of complimenting it.  His cool, suave mannerism makes him perfect for the role of a guy for him carrying a heavy back-up is sheer waste of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vera Farmiga does a good job to play Alex who is an alter-ego to Ryan. Her character seems a little mysterious for the whole part of the movie. And after the revelation you come to think what was she even doing with Ryan.  Look for the last phone coversation they have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Natalie Keener ostensibly plays a role of a calculating and meticulous professional who is lands in a situation where she needs to work with Ryan very closely. Rather squeaky in nature, the character doesn't give a feel of someone who might top her class at Cornell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Apart of these three characters nobody pushes the movie forward. They just come along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feel the movie is good to watch for once at least. It doesn't have a strong storyline and a rather restrictive base but a combination of actors and characters make it worthwhile to watch.  The movie silently carves out the human angles of various aspects of life for eg. travel, firing, marriage etc. In the end it drives home the need of a co-pilot in every aircraft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Favorite:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After winning the reward for 10 Million miles, Ryan is asked by the captain, "Where are you from." Ryan says, "I am from here."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-4765144983270511626?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/4765144983270511626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=4765144983270511626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/4765144983270511626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/4765144983270511626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2010/01/movie-reviewup-in-air.html' title='Movie Review:Up in the Air'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-3547814833440296584</id><published>2009-04-07T06:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-07T06:07:17.964+05:30</updated><title type='text'>911 Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A boy calls 911 to ask them to help him with their maths problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.entertonement.com/embed/PlayerText.swf" id="1_9cc2583a_230b_11de_b176_0015c5f4d562" name="PlayerText" flashvars="auto_play=0&amp;amp;id=1_9cc2583a_230b_11de_b176_0015c5f4d562&amp;amp;meta_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.entertonement.com%2Fclips%2Fyqmmjfzynr.query" style="float: left; margin-right: 10px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" allowfullscreen="false" width="304" align="middle" height="30"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.entertonement.com/clips/yqmmjfzynr--Math-Homework-911-Call"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blank" src="http://www.entertonement.com/widgets/img/clip/yqmmjfzynr/1/1_9cc2583a_230b_11de_b176_0015c5f4d562/blank.gif" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px; float: right;" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No wonder he got his numbers wrong! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-3547814833440296584?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/3547814833440296584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=3547814833440296584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/3547814833440296584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/3547814833440296584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2009/04/boy-calls-911-to-ask-them-to-help-him.html' title='911 Call'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-7955917989220647451</id><published>2009-04-06T12:49:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-06T13:19:32.326+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Miles to go before I weep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; completely agree with Osho when he says, " Laughter is the only religion. 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An abbreviation or an acronym for Devdas, the movie sets the tone of the drunkard lover for Paro in the modern times. Being fortunate enough not to have watched any of the earlier versions of the swinging hero, this movie came as a fresh surprise for me. Surprise why because the culimination is unconventional than the normal Devdas movies.  I will not say what it is, but I think that is one aspect that makes watching the movie worthwhile.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It starts with Paro (Mahi Gill) being desperately waiting for Dev D (Abhay Deol) to come back from London. Couple of scenes that show their longing for each other actually reinforce the next string of scenes shown when they meet. One bystander's ludicrous comments about Paro's libido, puts off Dev and he starts repelling Paro. Here starts the story of Vodka and Coke (both drink and drugs.) As he moves forward, Dev realizes that he will not be able to live without Paro, who  in turn silently marries a father of two children and claims to be very happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here Anurag adds the third character Chandramukhi ( Kalki Koechlin.) A victim of an MMS clip scandal, Chanda's inital life goes through a turbulent period. He father shoots himself and monther abandons her. She runs away and eventually meets Chunni who puts her up in a brothel he is running in downtown Delhi. The modern Chunni is shown very cooperative and a faclitator of education. He helps Chanda gradute from college besides being in the business. Needless to say, our man Dev lands up there in bizzare circumstances. Through some scenes here and there, their relationships blossoms into something that Chanda can cherish.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paro and Chanda dont share the screen at all and hence the public has been devoid of another "Dhola re Dhola re."  Again Chanda's deignation in the industry and some of her customers begin to appal Dev. Now he is back to square one, but with a bigget crate of booze. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dev then kills some people (in view of druken driving.) and gets court martialled. As we begin to think what the story of Dev Das wants us to think, it it suddenty takes an U turn.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abhay's acting is similar to what he has done earlier. The new comers Mahi and Kalki are particularly impressive. The forte of the movie is its screenplay and cinematography. The sound tracks are also awesome with a mix of punjabi folk, rap and semi classical. In a nut shell a paisa vasool movie! Watch it till the end to actually enjoy it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are wondering what the title of blog means, these are two lines from one of the songs of the movie titled "Pardesi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-3199836069516344966?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/3199836069516344966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=3199836069516344966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/3199836069516344966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/3199836069516344966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2009/02/qatil-aakhon-ka-zulf-pe-saje-he-pehra.html' title='Qatil Aakhon ka zulf pe saje he pehra....'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-2179285479568720328</id><published>2008-12-16T11:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:01:06.361+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life's Elliptical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After a long time an idea worthwhile writing about. Or let me say a revelation. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a fitness conscious in the making. I got introduced to the concept of Machine Cardio exercises here in the US. You just can't jog out in the open in winter time. The elliptical  Precor machines here beautifully explained me the concept of life-quite unknowingly to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There are programs, monitors and goals to set. The goal here is something that you need to achieve. It may be calories to burn, heart rate  to achieve or just time to spend. Any which  way you want,  it works. What is your goal is what you need to decide. I almost invariably pick the Max-Calories-to-Burn-in-least-amount-of-time goal. Groovy, aint it?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now  as I  start to work my way towards it, I realize that  there are lot of variable factors I need to take care of , to achive my goal/target. For eg. I need to maintain my heart rate below a certain level, or I need to pedal optimally so that the speed is not below the threshold or worst enough, is to see how much time I am taking. The moment I want everything to be perfect, its all jacked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So amidst the event I realize that my heart rate is too high, so I lower my speed. My time suddenly shoots up and I am in jitters. First it said 27 min to finish and now its saying 32 min to finish. So I start pedalling faster and my heart rate again shoots up. So maintaining a balance is very important. Then I see that I can reduce the time or burn more calories by increasing the resistance on my pedals.  So I reduce the speed and subsequently my heart rate drops, then I increase the resistance. So now, my time is evend out, with more calories burning. As soon as I get happy about it, my legs start hurting due to more resistance. Oh ! Oh! Whats going on? So again I reduce the resistance and come to my original self.  And pedal and pedal, to reach the goal. At the end of burning 500 calories, it says "Goal Achieved." and gives a one line summary " Avg Heart rate 134. Max heart rate 151. 50:17 min in zone 106-151. " And I am elated, because, thats what I wished for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So to cut a long story short- what did that ellipitical teach me today? Life's worthwhile setting a goal for. And working your way towards it. In it you' ll have variable factors like your friends, family, work. But when you know what you want to achieve, you'll need to juggle with all these. Sometimes you'll win on some, sometimes you'll loose on some. But the name of the game is to keep moving ahead. And the culmination, the summary should bring smile to your face. Because whatevere you did back there, was against the resistance, overcoming odds and getting hurt a little bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-2179285479568720328?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/2179285479568720328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=2179285479568720328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/2179285479568720328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/2179285479568720328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2008/12/lifes-elliptical.html' title='Life&apos;s Elliptical'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-6827803836300616330</id><published>2008-11-06T02:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-06T02:32:54.163+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kahat Kabira..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently, have been influnced by two dohas of Kabir: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Are you looking for me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am in the next seat.My shoulder is against yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrine rooms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nor in synagogues, nor in cathedralsNot in Masses, nor Kirtans, not in legs winding around your own neck,nor in eating nothing but vegetables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When you really look for me, you will see me instantly —You will find me in the tiniest house of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He is the breath inside the breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2) What had death and a thick body dances before what has no thick body and no death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The trumpet says: 'I am you.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The spiritual master arrives and bows down to the beginning student. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Try to live to see this!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S ( I am searching for orginal lines. If you have please post the link as a comment.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing anyone writes can be as pure and authentic and true as Kabir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-6827803836300616330?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/6827803836300616330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=6827803836300616330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/6827803836300616330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/6827803836300616330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2008/11/kahat-kabira.html' title='Kahat Kabira..'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-57695742213378494</id><published>2008-09-11T11:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:16:07.936+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Moments with God...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Too many questions now; Take a moment to think and answer them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Have, you have felt someone's with you but couldnt actually make out whose that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2) Have you caught yourself staring at a distant object with a blank mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3) Hve you seen a flower and experienced peace like never before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4) Have you closed your eyes and felt a different kind of current in the Air?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5) Have your ever hugged someone and cried, not because of sadness or dismay, but because of the sheer vibe between you and the person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If answer to any one of the above question is Yes, then you are those lucky ones who have had the chance to share the Moments with thy greatness: GOD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Osho says, God is not a person, God is a vibe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you attuned to that vibe yet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-57695742213378494?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/57695742213378494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=57695742213378494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/57695742213378494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/57695742213378494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2008/09/moments-with-god.html' title='Moments with God...'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-6240070336169375527</id><published>2008-06-27T20:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T20:44:16.110+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stained Shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My shirt got stained one day. And I was wearing it like that only.  Someone asked me “Buddy, why don’t you wash that?"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "I don't want to.”&lt;br /&gt;He sneered, shrugged and left. What would he know?&lt;br /&gt;The stains were made while my grandma was feeding lovingly with her hands; trembling hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-6240070336169375527?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/6240070336169375527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=6240070336169375527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/6240070336169375527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/6240070336169375527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2008/06/stained-shirt.html' title='Stained Shirt'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-1686713113805147181</id><published>2008-02-06T23:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-06T23:48:19.241+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Microsoft Bids for Yahoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Three big names are present, right here, right now. Microsoft, Yahoo! and Google. Where can we experience a greater example of Tom Friedman's "The World is Flat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Redmond based Hercules, targets Sunnyvale based Goliath to take head-on the Mountain View based behemoth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And whats in the offing?$ 44 Billion. Phew! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If this deal goes through, its all set to change the technology landscape as Internet will never be the same again. Google is of the same opinion and has started foot slogging for it. Basically, the biggest motive is to rake moollah out of the estimated $40 billion internet ad industry where Google has the largest market share (37%) which is more than that combined of Microsoft and Yahoo! As for Yahoo!, it's all in the strategy. Though they will prefer partnering with Google, but monetarily Microsoft is the better choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now its a wait and watch time for us as to how Microsoft will integrate and leverage Yahoo!'s acquisition, provided they pull it off. But I sincerely do hope my email id will not look like this : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:adwait@hotyahoomail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;adwait@hotyahoomail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tounge in cheek, is'nt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-1686713113805147181?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22947626/' title='Microsoft Bids for Yahoo!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/1686713113805147181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=1686713113805147181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/1686713113805147181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/1686713113805147181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2008/02/microsoft-bids-for-yahoo.html' title='Microsoft Bids for Yahoo!'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-1847877841691153929</id><published>2008-01-28T23:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:11:55.558+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"God Bless you Bhaiyya"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brigade Road in Bangalore is one of the famous shopping streets in the country. Standalone boutiques of brand factories attract you like anything. They have Adidas, Levis, Gas, Dockers, Puma and loads of other stuff that empty your pockets,your hard earned money and leave you wanting for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And over there that day, I found innocence on that street. Innocence. 2.5 feet tall. Holding roses in their hands.  Asking for someone to buy them. Pleading may be the right word. Then they found a new customer: me. 3 little, sweet girls, flocked me and started pleading to buy the roses they were carrying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I didnt know what to do. They wouldnt let me walk. I was caught off guard, and couldnt do anything, but to ask them the price.Here is how our conversation went by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(For all practical purposes, I will call them Cute1, 2 and 3. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cute1&lt;/strong&gt;: Bhaiyya, please buy the roses na. Please bhaiyya. Please bhaiyya. They are only for 10 bucks.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Ok. Ok. Give me 3 roses. (I take my wallet out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cute1&lt;/strong&gt;: Bhaiyya please buy 10 roses bhaiyya. I will be very happy. Please bhaiyya. Buy 10 roses na. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; What will do buying those 10 roses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cute1&lt;/strong&gt;: You can keep it in the church bhaiyya. Please buy 10 roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Ok, Ok, give me 10 roses. (I take a 100 Re. note out and give it to her.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cute2&lt;/strong&gt;: Bhaiyya, please buy my 10 roses to bhaiyya. Please buy my 10 roses too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; No, No. Please let me go, I dont have time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cute2 &amp;amp; Cute 3&lt;/strong&gt;: No Bahiyya, you have to buy the roses. 10 her and 10 mine. Please bhaiyya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I could see the twinkle in their eye with a shade of fear. Questions came and went. Like a gusto wind. What will happen if they wont sell all the roses today?  Will they get a bashing from someone living of them? Or will they sleep empty stomach as they usually do? Will they be hurt by someone more powerful yet immature?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Ok. Ok. One by one. Please wrap all the roses in one cardboard and give it to me. And make sure you dont crush them. ( I take out my wallet again and hand over 200 bucks to them.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cute 1 &amp;amp; Cute 2 &amp;amp; Cute 3&lt;/strong&gt;: Thank you bhaiyya. Thank you bhaiyya. God bless you bhaiyya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That was one of the purest form of blessings i have ever got. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw the happiness in their eyes and suddenly i felt at peace. A different kind of contenment ran through the body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know the cost of making a difference? Well for me, it was just 300 Rs. What is it for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-1847877841691153929?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/1847877841691153929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=1847877841691153929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/1847877841691153929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/1847877841691153929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2008/01/god-bless-you-bhaiyya.html' title='&quot;God Bless you Bhaiyya&quot;'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-7924002426725099275</id><published>2007-12-17T15:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-17T16:23:12.633+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dhumrapan Neeshedh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats hindi. In english its called "No Smoking." Its hillarious to see to what limits people will go to articulate "smoking is injurious to health." If see on cigarette packets from Singapore, they will have all thes cancerous photos sticking on. It gives an horrendous outlook to the whole packet. But most enjoying is the in-flight annoucement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not a frequent flier. Though most of the weekends I remember shuttling between Pune and other cities, 90% by flights. So I am more than a frequent flier. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is always a candid annoucement made that " Smoking is prohibited in-flight. There are smoke detectors in the cabin and in the toilets. " What was that again? In the toilets too? If its your lucky day and you are travelling in the domestic shuttles, you cannot help but observe that there is an ashtray behind the toilet door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is the deal with that? If you are saying smoking is prohibited, why are you providing an ashtray at the back of the door? Isnt it to encourage smoking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can any body answer that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-7924002426725099275?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7924002426725099275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=7924002426725099275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/7924002426725099275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/7924002426725099275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2007/12/dhumrapan-neeshedh.html' title='Dhumrapan Neeshedh'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-7569475311318193562</id><published>2007-11-15T20:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-15T20:02:35.063+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Band-Aids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is hillarious. A recent news article tells about how people in China are using used condoms as hair bands. It has been found in the local markets of Dongguan and Guangzhou. And a possible hazard is spreading aids that it was supposed to protect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So it goes from "Banned-Aids" to "Band-Aids" :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Read the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/afp/071113/health/china_health_condoms_offbeat"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; for further reference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-7569475311318193562?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7569475311318193562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=7569475311318193562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/7569475311318193562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/7569475311318193562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2007/11/band-aids.html' title='Band-Aids'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-7721929400896476840</id><published>2007-11-03T21:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-03T22:15:55.475+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No Pain.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Somewhere I remember reading, " Pain is weakness leaving the body." The statement implies something very deep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently, I am reading a string of books written by Osho. The philosophy he narrates is very powerful. He quotes Buddha, Lao and all the masters who have preached awareness as the way to ultimate bliss (nirvana). Simply put awareness is "Self -rememberance." The quality to remember oneself every moment. This bolts you to the present, without the clouds of past hovering over. Pain is one quality I found that makes us aware. How? read further....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Try to analyze when you are pain. Its very hard because you are trying to run away from the pain. Pain killers are your best bet. But what is the reason that pain is there? Ever tried think about that. Its to make you aware. One teeth starts paining excruciatingly and you are suddenly aware of its exsistence. For many years that teeth was there you were oblivious to it. And now, suddenly, its has your attention. The attention it deserved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then you try to do quick-fixes over it. Take pain killers, do root-canal et al. Everything you do but to give it attention. To be aware of its existence. The very purpose of pain is to gain awareness.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Try this sometime. When you are in pain, just look it into the eye. Just be aware of the part that is paining. Dont shove your mind-off. As we start attending that pain, its purpose is solved. It has got no reason to exist. Relief is nothing without pain remember that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its true that " Pain is weakness leaving the body" for it kills the weakness of oblivion to move in to awareness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-7721929400896476840?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7721929400896476840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=7721929400896476840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/7721929400896476840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/7721929400896476840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-pain.html' title='No Pain.....'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-7830177677880770186</id><published>2007-08-19T23:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-20T00:21:38.687+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Maruti Omni</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not sure why I was in oblivion to the exsistence of this engineering marvel. This awesome piece of creation. Maruti 'Omni'. Its all starts with the beauty of its structure and trickles down to engineering performance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where most of the R &amp; D labs in the world are making the car structure more aerodynamic, Omni stands tall with its box-like structure. No No, please dont think its thoughtless. It must have been thought through. It is we people, or rather me who dont know the reason.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then comes the seating. Whilst the driver comes with a plush independant seat in front, we have only 1 companion seat with the gear lever in between.  Since the engine hails directly below the drivers seat, his 'feeling of warmth' has been taken care of.  There are normally one or two (opposite) seats in the back. It accomodates people more efficiently if they are packed in the boxes. But if we are free, we might face some problem with each others legs as we seat opposite. But nonetheless, its a best bet to transport cargo from one place to another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thirdly comes dicky. Though it less of a storage space and more of a space to keep the spare tyre.  But I think thats a wise decision. When there so much space in the vehicle, why keep a separate dicky space?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have yet not had the luxury to hear the music system out of it. But I am damn sure it will be as endearing as the whole set-up. Oh did I mention that I have the good fortune of travelling by Omni's distant cousin 'Versa' before I actually got the red carpet in Omni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last but not the least, I want to thank to the creators of 'Omni' and wish them all the sucesses in life. It because of the creations like these that our journeys and safer, enjoyable and stress-free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kudos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-7830177677880770186?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7830177677880770186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=7830177677880770186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/7830177677880770186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/7830177677880770186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2007/08/maruti-omni.html' title='Maruti Omni'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-2483036832542291909</id><published>2007-07-17T22:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:40:22.937+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its time to write...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its time to write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;about fallen dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;about sleepless nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And then how the sun rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;torching disdain and forlorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;torching hope and lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its time to write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;about you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;about us and them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How we fight for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;in these sacred ventures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;in this bloodless mayhem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its time to write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;about this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;about living a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To smile through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;in health and disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;in hope and fright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its time to write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;about the red line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;about love and hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;teaching, its us sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes its fate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Adwait Joshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-2483036832542291909?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/2483036832542291909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=2483036832542291909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/2483036832542291909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/2483036832542291909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-time-to-write.html' title='Its time to write...'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-1064201835440910322</id><published>2007-06-08T22:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:40:04.214+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blackle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What would happen if Google turns it site into completely black? We will save approximately 750 Megawatts-hours an year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;According to a recent blogpost by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecoiron.blogspot.com/2007/01/black-google-would-save-3000-megawatts.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mark Ontkush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;, black google will save 750 Megawatts-hours an year taking into consideration the popularity of the same. Subsequently, someone went ahead and custom made a google serach engine on a completely black page. Evidently, the page is called as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blackle.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Blackle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now there is a new angle to usability engineers while designing a web page and that is energy preservation. Kudos to those people who came up with the concept. I have already started preserving energy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-1064201835440910322?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/1064201835440910322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=1064201835440910322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/1064201835440910322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/1064201835440910322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2007/06/blackle.html' title='Blackle'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-2286885562571947087</id><published>2007-05-22T22:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:51:35.274+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A very Bad Person.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;They say people will remember for what you were, what you did and what you talked. I am a good guy, in totality. But sometimes I ask myself, why I am what I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why go out of the way to help people? Why catch someone's eye and make him/her smile? Why crack jokes and lighten someone's tension? Why thrive for the betterment of some people? Why do I do it? Then suddenly in the mid of the day the answer dawns upon me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not a good person at all. I am a very bad person. I want to make people cry when I die. Cry this much that they might have a hard time forgetting me. I want to touch their hearts deep enough. I want to spread love and tell them that nothing in this world is eternal. We all will pass on someday and make our appreeance as contemproraries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to shout and tell the world that no one on this earth is good or bad. Its just the situations that make them. I want to tell that never form opinions about someone because when they will change you dont know. I want to tell them that every human being is beautiful in his or her own terms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Really when I think of it, I am a very bad person. Would anyone like to spend their life with me? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-2286885562571947087?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/2286885562571947087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=2286885562571947087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/2286885562571947087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/2286885562571947087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2007/05/very-bad-person.html' title='A very Bad Person.'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-4075511799146882506</id><published>2007-04-26T22:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-27T13:52:38.074+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chala Dostoho Auyshavar Bolu Kahi</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ugach valse shabdanche he det raha tu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bhidle nahit dole tovar bolu kahi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chala dostoho ayushawar bolu kahi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sandeep Khare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Loose Transalation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Go on, take unnecessary twists and turns in you words, till the eyes meet, we will talk about something. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-4075511799146882506?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/4075511799146882506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=4075511799146882506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/4075511799146882506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/4075511799146882506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2007/04/chala-dostoho-auyshavar-bolu-kahi.html' title='Chala Dostoho Auyshavar Bolu Kahi'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-5642647013211345299</id><published>2007-04-22T00:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T00:59:44.805+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Aapke Dil Mein....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aapke dil mein thodi si jagah chahiyeMere ...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aapke dil mein thodi si jagah chahiye----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jaaiye jaaiye jaaiye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pass aane bhi deegiye na itraiyee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ha haaPass aane bhi deegiye na itraiyee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jaaiye jaaiye jaaiye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apnaa dil lekar abb kahan jayegnehaahaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tut ke katra katra bekhar jayenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wah !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aapke bin sanam hum to mar jayenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hamari halat pe aakhir tarsh khaahiye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jaaiye jaaiye jaaiye j j j Jaaiye jaaiye jaaiye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Phele to adab se app pesh aaiye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kaun hai yeh mujhko app batlaiye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Phir bolenge appko hum aaiye aaiye aaiye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;janaab aaiye aaiye aaiye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Appne dil app zara kabul rakhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acchayuh na khule aam aanhe bharehai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;zamana bura thodi parwaah kare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;jaake dil kahin aur behlaiye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jaaiye jaaiye jaaiye Jaaiye jaaiye jaaiye jaaiye na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you guess whom I have written this for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-5642647013211345299?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5642647013211345299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=5642647013211345299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/5642647013211345299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/5642647013211345299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2007/04/aapke-dil-mein.html' title='Aapke Dil Mein....'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-7351996205911209915</id><published>2007-03-27T19:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-27T19:43:10.362+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Inner Demons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever had a nightmare? A kind of a dream where you are running and running and nobody is there to help you. You dont know what you are running from. Then suddenly you hear screams. Shrills, cries of agony with pain. Cries for help and you are bewildered. Who is asking for help to someone who is running himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then you run towards the sounds. Its darkness. Nothing of it makes sense. Then there is silence. Only sobs are heard. Then again silence. An errie silence. You open your eyes. The fan above is revolving with a humming sound. Its was unreal. But so real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You sit up and pray for your near and dear ones. You thank god it was a dream. Thank him because he has brought that out. That inside which kills you. You inner demons. Who might come silently in the night and grip you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next night you will sleep beleiving more in God, Love, Prayers and People more than you did the earlier night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-7351996205911209915?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7351996205911209915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=7351996205911209915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/7351996205911209915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/7351996205911209915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2007/03/inner-demons.html' title='Inner Demons'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-6806000500889535840</id><published>2007-02-07T19:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-07T19:54:28.294+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Lake House</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;They say love knows no limitations. However romantic that may sound, we always know there is something that limits us. How I wish a love story would be so like the movie “The Lake House”&lt;br /&gt;Here it starts, the literal timeless love. It revolves around a house by side of lake with a mailbox. Kate (Sandra Bullock) is a doctor in an uptown Chicago hospital in 2006. Alex (Keanu Reeves) is an architect in 2004. Did I get the years right? Sure I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The movie tells us a story of two (prospective) lovers separated by 2 years. One dwells in other’s past. One dwells in other’s future. Awesome screenplay slowly takes you through the ups and downs in their relationship. And what is their communication medium? The mailbox by the side of the lake house where they post letters so that each could read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And a day comes when she finds him dead in her own hands on Valentine’s Day. No the movie doesn’t stop here. She knowing the future, tells him to stop on that road where he was supposed to meet with an accident. And tells him to wait there for 2 years and return back to the lake house. Where they meet in 2008 for the 2nd time.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I write about it will do justice to the concept so unnatural and heart-warming. Do watch it or ask me for that DVD- pro bono. And yes, don’t forget to watch the first time they meet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-6806000500889535840?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/6806000500889535840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=6806000500889535840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/6806000500889535840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/6806000500889535840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2007/02/lake-house.html' title='The Lake House'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-8796884871067437658</id><published>2007-01-21T19:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-22T10:44:41.189+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Laxmi-Keshav</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The lay-off program has worked positively for me a number of ways. Apart from getting time to read some ground-breaking books like “Rich Dad, Poor Dad” and “Psychology of Selling”, I personally got time to do what I love the most: traveling.&lt;br /&gt;Since childhood, when I last visited it, I wanted to know the history of my kuldevat (God or Goddess of a race)-Laxmi Keshav (Lord Vishnu). So this time around, I thought I will do some nosing around and get a little knowledge about it. Here is where and what I found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)The serene temple of Laxmi-Keshav is located in Kolisare. Barely a village, it is 45 km from the town of Ratnagiri in South Konkan. An ST bus for Jaygad drops you at a cross-road which connects you to Kolisare. You have to take a rickshaw from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)As you walk down the red-soil, you come across steps which take you to the backside of the temple. The temple is about 700 years old. Though it was been rejuvenated lately, it still has the archaic look-and-feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Last registered, about 800 years ago, the statue of laxmi-keshav goddess was hidden in the “Rankala Talav” in Kollhapur. The reason being anti-hindu attacks. After being there for 200 years, she gave a spiritual message through a dream to 3 individuals-Joshi, Vichare and Kane. Living in a village of Varavde, these people got a message to move her out and establish her elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The place decided was a village of Reel in Konkan. So the campaign started. After moving her close to Reel, they camped overnight in Kolisare. Second day, the statue was unmovable to any human force. After trying for a day, the again slept overnight. In a second spiritual message, the goddess told them to establish her here itself and not else where. The day sthapana (establishment) happened, a miraculous water-fall started near to her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The water still runs pure and clean. The “Panchsukt Pavman” abhishek is done by that water only. The temple brings in its wake the calmness and new degree of spirituality. It was a heaven-like experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This information was provided to me by Mr. Sudhir Phadke. He and his family have been with the temple for generations. I thank him a lot in appreciation. Hope all the “Shandilya Gotra” Joshi’s find this informative. And yes just so you know, don’t forget to visit your kul-devat at least once a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-8796884871067437658?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/8796884871067437658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=8796884871067437658' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/8796884871067437658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/8796884871067437658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2007/01/laxmi-keshav.html' title='Laxmi-Keshav'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-5038115181599099102</id><published>2006-12-29T12:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-29T12:37:07.378+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Employee Retrenchment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Forgive me, but my experience in human resources compels me to use the vernacular. In straight words, that means "Laid-off." I dont know ifyou have experienced it or not, but I have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A call from the MD comes on sweet sunday morning, telling that your position is scrapped. There is no job for you! The phrase that encapsulates all your feelings might be "High and Dry!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What does this mean? Is it bad management or wrong strategy or just plain bad luck? Frankly, I dont have an answer to this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But how does it affect the employees? Imagine putting yourself in a situation where you are suddenly rendered jobless. All those securities, liabilities, financial ventures go for a toss. And moreover, its unplanned! Then they will try to give you a repositioning in the organization. That means a lower position with a lesser pay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyone is bound to get stirred. But the trick is to minimize it and start moving forward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shit happens, sometimes. But it is how fast you clear it that matters. All you need is to believe in yourself and not stop trying. Hope is not of use, as until you get somewhere, you will not be at peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-5038115181599099102?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5038115181599099102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=5038115181599099102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/5038115181599099102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/5038115181599099102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/12/employee-retrenchment.html' title='Employee Retrenchment'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-5504421177365671587</id><published>2006-12-13T10:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-13T10:45:16.050+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Alchemist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The art of Alchemy is ancient. Simply defined, it’s the process of turning lead in Gold. There is a solution/stone that when touched with, the thing turns in gold.  Pioneering the same is a person called as an Alchemist.&lt;br /&gt;Though Coelho’s book teaches us the moral of following our dreams, there is something else that we should understand from it. Reading between the lines, we observe that every human being in his/her life meets an Alchemist- A person who turns that lead of a person, into gold. But that comes after his destiny as a “lead” is fulfilled. Everyone/Everything has to fulfill his destiny. Before that, no matter what you do, you will not be able to transform yourself.&lt;br /&gt;But the law of nature is very rewarding. It lets you meet your alchemist at that very time when your destiny as lead has been fulfilled. Then he comes, with a philosopher’s stone and touches you. The transformation is not easy. Shedding old characteristics and donning new one, is not a cakewalk. It takes tremendous persistence, patience and belief in the alchemist to help you transform into gold. &lt;br /&gt;Every one has that luxury, but not the wisdom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It takes an open mind to know who your alchemist is. It teaches your one lesson: never underestimate anyone. Who knows, he might be your “Alchemist.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-5504421177365671587?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5504421177365671587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=5504421177365671587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/5504421177365671587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/5504421177365671587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/12/alchemist.html' title='The Alchemist'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-116539031389875693</id><published>2006-12-06T12:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-06T13:01:53.916+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lingo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Shakespear once said " What's in the name?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    I repeat" Whats in the name, as long as i get your number right." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Never say the phrase, " Its a different ball-game" when you are with a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. If we most of the time we are finding solutions to organize things, why is a company called an "Organization" ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Why is it called a "Beauty Parlor", when most of the people going over there are not beautiful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you have anything to add? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-116539031389875693?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116539031389875693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=116539031389875693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116539031389875693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116539031389875693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/12/lingo.html' title='Lingo!'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-116463084784780536</id><published>2006-11-27T17:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-27T18:04:07.856+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ram</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is short track from film "Swades" that I just love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ram hi toh karuna mein hai, shaanti mein raam hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ram hi hai ekta mein, pragati mein raam hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ram bas bhakton nahin shatru ke beech chintan hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dekh taj ke paap raavan, ram tere mann mein hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ram tere mann mein hai, ram mere mann mein hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ram toh ghar ghar mein har, ram har aangan mein hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mannse raavan jo nikaale, ram uske mann mein hai."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Ram (lord), is in compassion and silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;   Ram is also in unity and progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;   He is not only in his disciples, but also in his enemy's penance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;   Oh, Raavan, introspect and you will find Ram is in your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;   He is in your soul, He is my soul, He is every house, every yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;   He is in the soul of those who kill ravaan from their mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Purify thyself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-116463084784780536?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116463084784780536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=116463084784780536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116463084784780536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116463084784780536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/11/ram.html' title='Ram'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-116434652049828856</id><published>2006-11-24T11:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-24T11:05:20.836+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Phone calls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Ignoring phone calls is a gambit reserved for dolts and egomaniacs. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Paul Hawkinson , Publisher, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fordyceletter.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fordyce Letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- in an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ere.net/tb/B4DCEA20585B4997BEC2191E727CD054"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; article &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;on ERE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Which one are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-116434652049828856?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116434652049828856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=116434652049828856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116434652049828856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116434652049828856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/11/phone-calls.html' title='Phone calls'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-116375272989627286</id><published>2006-11-17T13:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-17T14:08:49.903+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Aerobics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aerobics. I didnt know squat about it before I joined it. Morning batch 7:15 to 8:15. Sole guy. What would you do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;First day, I couldnt understand what was going on. They were jumping from one side to one side on what I can call as a high-beat music. But as they say "In rome, do as the romans do." I followed the lead. But the rhythm was too hard to get. And I wasnt even aware of the terminology!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then there was solace with the mat's. Oh! Wait a minute, it was hard too! With 30 crunches ,at the end you wont feel your muscles. I felt like "mere pet pe kisne laat maari hai." But all said and done, when I walked out after a cool-down "Shavasan", I never felt so fresh and energetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aerobics is all about toning your body bringing flexibilty in and increasing your stamina. If you got to do it, do it right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its very important that you concentrate on what your instructor is telling and not on the cute girl besides you. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Come on guys, get on the tracks and move "side-to-side right."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-116375272989627286?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116375272989627286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=116375272989627286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116375272989627286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116375272989627286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/11/aerobics.html' title='Aerobics'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-116342346971735330</id><published>2006-11-13T18:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:41:09.726+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Departed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am phonetic for english movies. And especially action movies with a plot. If you love this, then " The Departed " is your heaven.  Not only the film has Martin Scoresce as the director, but a punching starcast with Jack Nicholson (Costello), Leornado Di Caprio (Billy), Matt Damon (Colin), Mark Whalberg (Dignam) and Martin Sheen (Queenan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The broad plot, is that Costello is a mafiosi, in downtown Boston. He adopts Colin, trains him as a policeman, and helps him get in the Detecive unit of state police. So Colin is the rat. Wait thats not it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Billy, who backround is criminal,  is also aspiring to be a detective. But as test, he sent undercover as rat in Costello's unit. As the plots unfolds, there are other shocks that come through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Through foul language,and awesome screenplay, Scorese justifies the film to the fullest. Dont forget to watch till the end. Its one "fucking" movie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And also, analyze this " Cops or Criminals. When you are facing a loaded gun, what's the difference."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-116342346971735330?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116342346971735330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=116342346971735330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116342346971735330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116342346971735330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/11/departed.html' title='The Departed'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-116317000431745857</id><published>2006-11-10T19:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T20:16:44.336+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote-Unquote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;" It doesnt matter who does it for the first time. What matters is who does it right." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Steve Ballmer (CEO, Microsoft), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Answered, when asked why Microsoft is the one to follow the footsteps of competitors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-116317000431745857?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116317000431745857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=116317000431745857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116317000431745857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116317000431745857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/11/quote-unquote.html' title='Quote-Unquote'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-116289247338329738</id><published>2006-11-07T14:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-07T15:11:13.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blue Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is a area in your brain (not mine!), that is called as a neocortex. This region helps to adapt yourself so effectively to the changing world.  In this area, you will find a structure called as a Neocortical Column. It marks the quantum leap from reptiles to mammals and therefore constitutes the birth of mammalian intelligence and the emergence of human cognitive capabilities. The NCC seems to have been such a highly successful microcircuit design, that it was repeatedly copied to become almost 80% of the human brain (millions of columns were added). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wonder  why I am writin all this? Well there is a project which is bein carried out by IBM and Ecole Polytechnique Federal de Laussane (EPFL) which is called the "Blue Brain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The project aims at building a human brain replica. But the next 2-3 years is devoted only to build replica of the NCC mentioned above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bluebrainproject.epfl.ch/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;about it and wonder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-116289247338329738?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://bluebrainproject.epfl.ch/' title='Blue Brain'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116289247338329738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=116289247338329738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116289247338329738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116289247338329738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/11/blue-brain.html' title='Blue Brain'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-116238476959383883</id><published>2006-11-01T18:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:11:22.046+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Employees</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It is believed that happy employees are productive employees. Research shows that productive employees are happy employees."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Dr. Debashish Chatterji (Prof: IIM Lucknow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-116238476959383883?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116238476959383883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=116238476959383883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116238476959383883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116238476959383883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-employees.html' title='Happy Employees'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-116219101568628281</id><published>2006-10-30T12:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:11:42.600+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Konkan Photo-Log</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here in graphic detail, I explain how our konkan trip was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1)6:30 AM: We started through chandani chowk to head for Paud. Its a hamlet about 20 kms from pune. The sun is just about to rise......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/1600/Image%28018%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/320/Image%28018%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) 7:30 AM: As you move ahead of Paud, there is a place called Tamahni. About 40 kms ahead of Paud, the much awaited Tamahani ghat starts......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/1600/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) 8: 30 AM: Through twists and turns and hopless roads we reach a scenic place. Relization dawns tha we are nothing in front of mother nature.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/1600/Konkan%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/320/Konkan%28008%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) 9:30 AM: Its breakfast time. We stop at a place called Surabhi about 84 kms from Pune. The Mumbai district border begins....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/1600/Konkan%28019%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/320/Konkan%28019%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) 10:30 AM: We reach the cross road which marks the start of the Konkan's archtypal "red sand." Srivardhan is just 75 kms now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/1600/Konkan%28020%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/320/Konkan%28020%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) 11:30 AM: Connecting from Mandgaon, we miss the Lonere turn towards Srivardhan. 20 kms up, we realize we need to trak backwards and turn left for Srivardhan. Srivardhan still is 50 kms....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/1600/Konkan%28018%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/320/Konkan%28018%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) 12:30 P:M: Taking right from a village called Mhalsa, we finally reach Diweagar. The road was better, but the sun was not. After visiting the "Golden Ganapati" temple, we head off to the beach....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/1600/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) 1:30 PM: We have heartful lunch and start for Srivardhan which is about 17 kms from Diweagar. We encounter another beach mid-way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/1600/Konkan%28028%29.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/320/Konkan%28028%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) 2:30 PM: We hit Srivardhan and go directly to the beach. The water @ knee-deep was very cool......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/1600/Konkan%28038%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/320/Konkan%28038%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) 3:30 PM: We moved out of Srivardhan around 3:00 PM. The aim was to reach Mandgaon before 4:30. Admist, my bike encountered a fuel supply problem.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/1600/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) 4:30 PM: Reached Mandgaon. At a local service station, the guy said that fuel-supply pipe was clogged due to dust/carbon particles. My bike couldnt idle, so we decided to go idle for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/1600/Image003%2801%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/320/Image003%2801%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) 5:30 PM: The problem is not that grave. With a little skill we could manage to drive safely. Pune is still 100 kms. We pray and kickstart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/1600/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) 6:30 PM: We reach the cross road which connects us to tamhini. The roads are worst and driving is a pain. The sun starts to set.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/1600/Konkan%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/320/Konkan%28001%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14) 7:30 PM: The tamhini ghat is crossed half-way through.Kudos to my bike for bearing the kind of roads we just traveled. Pune stands about 50 kms still.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/1600/Konkan%28046%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/320/Konkan%28046%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) 8:30 PM: A stop over at mulshi. Little relief from the pain as it was moving up to the neck. A call home to tell we are reaching in 45 minutes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/1600/Konkan%28047%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/320/Konkan%28047%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) 9:30 PM: After dropping Umesh at his home, I finally reach my alma mater. The water is boiling hot. I am off for a soothing bath..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nah... No pictures there :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So this is how the day ended. You can find the statistics in the post before this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-116219101568628281?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116219101568628281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=116219101568628281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116219101568628281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116219101568628281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/10/konkan-photo-log.html' title='Konkan Photo-Log'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-116209780087582825</id><published>2006-10-29T10:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:21:47.650+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Konkan Road-Way Statistics</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's what I did on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Objective--&gt; Travel to Konkan on my bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Riders--&gt; Moi and &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431325"&gt;Umesh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vehicle--&gt; Bajaj Pulsar DTSI 150 CC (Definately Male!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Proposed Distance--&gt; 320 Kms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Travelled Distance--&gt; 416 Kms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Take 0ff--&gt; 6:00 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Touch Down--&gt; 9:30 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Places Visted:- Diweagar, Srivardhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Travel Route:- Pune--&gt; Paud--&gt; Tamhini--&gt; Mandgaon--&gt; Lonere Phata--&gt; Mhalsa--&gt; Diweagar--&gt; Srivardhan--&gt; Mhalsa--&gt;Mandgaon--&gt; Tamhini--&gt; Paud--&gt; Pune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Petrol Required--&gt; About 8 liters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Biking Hours--&gt; 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Comment--&gt; A ride of a life, experience of a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Want to see more about the story of grit and determination? Stay tuned....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-116209780087582825?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116209780087582825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=116209780087582825' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116209780087582825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116209780087582825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/10/konkan-road-way-statistics.html' title='Konkan Road-Way Statistics'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-116185092731652888</id><published>2006-10-26T13:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T13:52:07.326+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Phoolon ke rang se.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phoolon Ke Rang Se Dil Ki Kalam Se Tujhko Likhi Roz Paati&lt;br /&gt;Kaise Bataaoon Kis Kis Tarah Se Pal Pal Mujhe Tu Sataati&lt;br /&gt;Tere Hi Sapne Lekar Ke Soya Teri Hi Yaadon Mein Jaaga&lt;br /&gt;Tere Khayaalon Mein Uljha Raha Yoon Jaise Ki Maala Mein Dhaaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haan Badal Bijli Chandan Pani Jaisa Apna Pyar&lt;br /&gt;Lena Hoga Janam Humein Kayi Kayi Baar&lt;br /&gt;Haan Itna Madir Itna Madhur Tera Mera Pyar&lt;br /&gt;Lena Hoga Janam Hameh Kayi Kayi Baar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sanson Ki Sargam Dhadkan Ki Beena Sapnon Ki Geetanjali Tu&lt;br /&gt;Man Ki Gali Mein Mehke Jo Hardum Aisi Juhi Ki Kali Tu&lt;br /&gt;Chhota Safar Ho Lamba Safar Ho Sooni Dagar Ho Ya Mela&lt;br /&gt;Yaad Tu Aaye Man Ho Jaaye Bheed Ke Beech Akela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haan Badal Bijli Chandan Pani Jaisa Apna Pyar&lt;br /&gt;Lena Hoga Janam Humein Kayi Kayi Baar&lt;br /&gt;Haan Itna Madir Itna Madhur Tera Mera Pyar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lena Hoga Janam Hameh Kayi Kayi Baar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Purab Ho Paschim Uttar Ho Dakshin Tu Har Jagah Muskuraye&lt;br /&gt;Jitna Hi Jaoon Main Door Tujhse Utni Hi Tu Paas Aaye&lt;br /&gt;Aandhi Ne Roka Pani Ne Toka Duniya Ne Hanskar Pukara&lt;br /&gt;Tasveer Teri Lekin Liye Main Kar Aaya Sab Se Kinara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haan Badal Bijli Chandan Pani Jaisa Apna Pyar&lt;br /&gt;Lena Hoga Janam Hume Kayi Kayi Baar&lt;br /&gt;Haan Itna Madir Itna Madhur Tera Mera Pyar&lt;br /&gt;Lena Hoga Janam Hameh Kayi Kayi Baar&lt;br /&gt;Kayi Kayi Baar&lt;br /&gt;Kayi Kayi Baar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wonder when I will get to sing this song......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-116185092731652888?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116185092731652888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=116185092731652888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116185092731652888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116185092731652888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/10/phoolon-ke-rang-se.html' title='Phoolon ke rang se.......'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-116125570827327322</id><published>2006-10-19T16:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-19T17:12:16.636+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Very Happy Diwali</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To My.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Readers, Fellow bloggers, Critics and Community Friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Let there be more light&lt;br /&gt;and prosperity this year.&lt;br /&gt;Let there be more sweets&lt;br /&gt;and hugs that endear.&lt;br /&gt;Let this Diwali, in its wake,&lt;br /&gt;Bring you moments, surreal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/1600/8455-003-38-1062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8100/2415/320/8455-003-38-1062.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-116125570827327322?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116125570827327322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=116125570827327322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116125570827327322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116125570827327322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/10/very-happy-diwali.html' title='Very Happy Diwali'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-116123543073871893</id><published>2006-10-19T10:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-19T10:53:50.806+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Want to impress you loved one? Want to make your crush take a notice of you? Want to understand how women think? Grab a DVD of " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony_pictures/hitch/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its tagged as a romantic comdey, starring Will Smith, Eva Mendes (Oomph!), Kevin James et the party! The central theme is a take-off from a "date doctor" or a "romance consultant" concept played by Will Smith. Eva plays a coumn gossipist for a mid-day daily , while Kevin James (King of Queens fame) plays one of his client.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;See the movie, because there is nothing I can tell that will do justice to the same. I loved one of the lines and I have to mention it here;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eva- " So,what do we toast for."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will- " Ok, Lets see. Dont ever Lie, Steal, Cheat or Drink. If you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love. If you must steal, steal away from bad company. If you must cheat, cheat death. And if you must drink, drink to the moments that take your breath away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me know how you find it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-116123543073871893?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116123543073871893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=116123543073871893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116123543073871893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116123543073871893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/10/hitch.html' title='Hitch'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-116100223156433937</id><published>2006-10-16T17:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:07:11.576+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Unreasonable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have heard this term umpteen number of times. Unreasonable.Dont be unreasonable. Dont demand unreasonably. That's an unreasonable deal. Blah, Blah, Blah.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What exactly is being unreasonable? Let's try and find out. Shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;G.B Shaw says that ""The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man." Thats Shaw. Its true, that if we behave in a reasonable manner we accept things as they are and loose the power to change them. But I wish to touch the aspect of relationships over here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Unreasonablity is always there a pure love relationship. This is because Love itself is unreasonbale. But that on the positive side is enjoyed by everybody. If a husband buys astronomically expensive gift for his wife, he is being unreasonble. But the wife sure enjoys that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But when that unreasonablity strikes on the negative side, its not acceptable. What is wrong if the same husband behaves in a manner that is not logically acceptable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It exists in each and every relationship. If people learn to accept, there will be no divorces and fights over petty issues. As they say, you tend to hate them the most whom you have loved most in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Try being unreasonable and accept the unreasonablity too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-116100223156433937?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116100223156433937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=116100223156433937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116100223156433937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116100223156433937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/10/unreasonable.html' title='Unreasonable'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-116076052346802338</id><published>2006-10-13T22:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-14T17:24:47.626+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Traffic Jam-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After my first post on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/09/traffic-jam.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Traffic Jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;, here is an addition to the philosophy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:Verdana; 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mso-border-insideh: .5pt solid windowtext; mso-border-insidev: .5pt solid windowtext" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="mso-yfti-irow: 0; mso-yfti-firstrow: yes"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: windowtext 1pt solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: windowtext 1pt solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: windowtext 1pt solid; WIDTH: 2.05in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: windowtext 1pt solid; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt" valign="top" width="197"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: windowtext 1pt solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: windowtext 1pt solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 2.05in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: windowtext 1pt solid; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext .5pt" valign="top" width="197"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Traffic&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: windowtext 1pt solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: windowtext 1pt solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 2.05in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: windowtext 1pt solid; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext .5pt" valign="top" width="197"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr style="mso-yfti-irow: 1; mso-yfti-lastrow: yes"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: windowtext 1pt solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: windowtext 1pt solid; WIDTH: 2.05in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: windowtext 1pt solid; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-top-alt: solid windowtext .5pt" valign="top" width="197"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Baggage&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: windowtext 1pt solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 2.05in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: windowtext 1pt solid; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-top-alt: solid windowtext .5pt" valign="top" width="197"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ever&lt;br /&gt;seen a vehicle with truckload of baggage moving fast on the road? No. The&lt;br /&gt;more the load, the less the efficiency, more the fuel consumption. Then they&lt;br /&gt;are stereotyped as the “heavy vehicles.” Plus, more toll on the highways :-)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: windowtext 1pt solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 2.05in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: windowtext 1pt solid; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-top-alt: solid windowtext .5pt" valign="top" width="197"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ever&lt;br /&gt;seen a successful human being bogged down by past-tense or surroundings? No.&lt;br /&gt;The more you dwell in your past failures (read as baggage), less the concentration,&lt;br /&gt;more unproductive work. Then they are stereotyped as the “lay man.” Plus,&lt;br /&gt;more toll on the mind due to excessive baggage.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-116076052346802338?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116076052346802338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=116076052346802338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116076052346802338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116076052346802338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/10/traffic-jam-2.html' title='Traffic Jam-2'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-116049902962367112</id><published>2006-10-10T22:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-10T22:20:29.630+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The language of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How many languages have you mastered? English, Hindi, German or perhaps French. You know there are two more languages that don’t have an official course. Body Language and Love Language.&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about the sweetest language, the Language of Love. I am not talking about the endearing talk between newly married couples. Incidentally the language manifests where all the other languages fail to convey something. This is the language helps us to understand the, subconsciously, what are loved ones are trying to convey.&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear that? Someone is thinking about you right now. Someone is praying for you. It’s the language in which a new born baby talks to his mother. It’s the language in which a paraplegic husband talks to his wife. It’s the language in which two people in love miles apart talk.&lt;br /&gt;No messenger. No broadband. No email. Simple wireless connectivity. Go ahead, connect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-116049902962367112?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116049902962367112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=116049902962367112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116049902962367112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/116049902962367112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/10/language-of-love.html' title='The language of Love'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115996529140760267</id><published>2006-10-04T17:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:36:18.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Optimism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you think is the height of optimism? I will tell you what it is for me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe that this is not my last visit on earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe that I will meet all my loved ones once again even after I die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe that I will talk to my near and dear one's even after they die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe that life is not a one-stop phenomenon. We will keep meeting in different forms in different era's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe that if I medidate with utter purity, I will talk to god himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please god, render me pure. So that there will be no fear, no doubt, no disbelief.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115996529140760267?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115996529140760267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115996529140760267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115996529140760267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115996529140760267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/10/optimism.html' title='Optimism'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115950428852910251</id><published>2006-09-29T09:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-29T10:16:46.763+05:30</updated><title type='text'>F.R.I.E.N.D.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The last episodes of F.R.I.E.N.D.S were aired in the recent past on TV. 10 years. The cast and crew have been entertaining us for 10 years. No matter how many times I watch it, its always seems fresh. Why does it make us laugh the way it does?&lt;br /&gt;I think because it weeds out the perfection aspect . Show blatantly, how everyone is a looser in their own aspect and create subtle comedy out of it. We for all our lives, tried to make it perfect, but lost ourselves in the same. The serial touches that aspect. The love between them still resides even after facing their whims and fancies. I vividly remember the "sterotyped" punch lines of every character:&lt;br /&gt;1) Monica--&gt; I Know!&lt;br /&gt;2) Rachel--&gt;  Oh! I am gonna cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3) Phoebe--&gt; Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat, What are they feeding you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4) Chandler--&gt; Could I be more sorry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5) Joey--&gt; How u doin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6) Ross--&gt; We were on a break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eyes moisten when you see the last eposide. But why? Its not the last eposide. F.R.I.E.N.D.S will always last. In the hearts of the people who have laughed admist their sorrows at the demeanor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;of 6 different people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Probably they can also form a verb out of it. I "friendsed" you i.e. I made you laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115950428852910251?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115950428852910251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115950428852910251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115950428852910251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115950428852910251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/09/friends.html' title='F.R.I.E.N.D.S'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115943307703930532</id><published>2006-09-28T14:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-29T09:47:27.656+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Traffic Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I live in a city called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://in.specials.yahoo.com/pune/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (Maharashatra, India). The city roads (a.k.a potholes) are crude and traffic is huge. The result: a traffic jam almost at every crossroad or signal.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, victimized by this, i put my thinking cap on. An interesting analogy started evolving by what I am or probably everyone is going through; in traffic and in life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" border="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Traffic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Vehicles forming a bottleneck at a crossroad or signal blocking smooth commuting of the vehicles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Thoughts forming a bottleneck at a decisions point blocking smooth functioning of the task.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Vehicle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Maximum idle time which draws more fuel and cuts overall efficiency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Maximum non-productive thoughts draw more stress and cut the overall thinking power of the brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Everyone trying to get a slice of the road and move forward. The result again result in a mini-traffic jam which further delay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Everybodyâ��s ambitious and wants to move ahead without knowing where they are standing. The result is fierce competition everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Rat-Race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;As and when the traffic opens, look how the vehicles will try to overtake each other. Honking horns and polluted surroundings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;The jealousy creeps in and we size each other on the possessions we have. Stressed hearts and polluted minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Multi-Lane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Every size and type of the vehicle has a lane. The big task is to stick to the same regardless of who is driving besides you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;God has made everyone unique. The big task is to identify what you are made of and remain loyal to it without trying to change yourself. Stick to your lane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S - This is the intial draft. It will be refined in due course of time as and when I hit the nail. Do leave your comments or suggessions behind. It will help better me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115943307703930532?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115943307703930532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115943307703930532' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115943307703930532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115943307703930532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/09/traffic-jam.html' title='Traffic Jam'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115926061776121456</id><published>2006-09-26T14:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-26T14:28:10.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I always wondered why people add the word "True" when they speak of Love. Its a little confusing to think that an emotion/verb like Love can hve multiple forms. Something that is "True", is something that is "Not False." So if there is "Not False" Love, there has to be a "False Love."&lt;br /&gt;Now my question here is: Can Love ever be false? If yes, then why is it called Love? If No, then it's implicitly True. Why overhead it with that word.&lt;br /&gt;So probably, we are misinterpreting the concept of Love? Is it an emotion? Then can you describe what causes that emotion or what is the reaction? I can tell when I feel angered or when I am down. But I cant tell when I am in Love. Most of the people cant, believe me. Otherwise there wouldnt be a word called "infatuation" or "attraction."&lt;br /&gt;So then what differentiates love from other emotions? Its the fact that its not an emotion. Stephen Covey in his ground-breaking book "7 Habits of highly effective people", tells us that love infact is not an emotion but an action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So did you do anything against your wishes for someone? Then my friend, you love that person. How much you do, will quantify how much you love him/her. Its perfectly alright to love someone more than someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But remember, love is always true. If it's not, its not Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115926061776121456?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115926061776121456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115926061776121456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115926061776121456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115926061776121456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/09/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115918914380523582</id><published>2006-09-25T18:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-25T18:29:03.820+05:30</updated><title type='text'>French Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dont worry, I am not going go into the details. But, there is twist here. The English think that this type of kissing ( is there any other type?) was invented by the French. But though the french came up with it, they call it the Engish Kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So both here are kissing and telling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115918914380523582?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115918914380523582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115918914380523582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115918914380523582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115918914380523582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/09/french-kiss.html' title='French Kiss'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115883038608429376</id><published>2006-09-21T14:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-21T14:59:16.733+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sher-O-Shayari</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Piya ki judai mein, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pyaar ka gubbara hai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Raat ko chadhya tha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;din mein utara hai." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I,frankly, dont know what these lines mean. But I liked them a lot. I do know why I liked them. Just check the analogy between "Chaand" (Moon) and "Gubbara" (balloon). How it is linked to the "Pyaar" (love).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I too came up with my "toothi poothi shaayari" in my online diary.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Teri aankhon mein doob jaane ko jee karta hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Par kya karun utne size ka SCUBA nahi milta hai."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You certainly dont want to know what this means...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh! by the way, the line above the above lines are from the film "Jaan-E-Mann." They manifest as lyrics of a song called " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hindilyrix.com/songs/get_song_Jaane%20Ke%20Jaane%20Na.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jaane ke Jaane na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115883038608429376?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115883038608429376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115883038608429376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115883038608429376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115883038608429376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/09/sher-o-shayari.html' title='Sher-O-Shayari'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115857604640604412</id><published>2006-09-18T16:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-18T16:10:46.406+05:30</updated><title type='text'>O My Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I missed writing you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O My Blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As the thoughts inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;had began to clog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dreamt of them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the archive posts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and how to the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;my language courts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To tell you dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was little busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sorting out things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;rendered clumsy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I am back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O My Blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;to restart my,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought Log.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stay Tuned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115857604640604412?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115857604640604412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115857604640604412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115857604640604412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115857604640604412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/09/o-my-blog.html' title='O My Blog!'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115683014266404478</id><published>2006-08-29T10:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-29T11:19:07.536+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One Night @ a Call Centre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the second book written by Chetan Baghat (read IIT--&gt; IIM (A). It starts with a train journey from Kanpur to Delhi. Here he meets a pretty lady. She agrees to tell him a story about 6 call center agents. Her only condition is that Chetan should convert that in his second book. With reluctance he says yes.&lt;br /&gt;The story, told in first person through the character of Shyam lists the happenings of that eventful night. With others, Priyanka, Esha, Radhika, Vroom and Military Uncle, Shyam faces enlightment in that night. Apart from dealing with commonplace problems like Break-Up's, Extra Marital affairs, Casting Couch and Employee lay-offs, the story deftly touches the borderlines of issues related with Outsourcing, Indian Youth and Globalization. Though the key of the book remains their "conversation with god." The ending is also very good.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know whether to call this book as Spiritual, Real or Unusal.The books leaves you with a question mark:What is the book about? Is it about the agents or Indian youth all together?Is it about god or the lady in the train? As good as the book is, I still feel that Chetan has not aptly conveyed the it's mission apart from the promise to write one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And yes, I finished it in one day(paradoxically!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115683014266404478?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115683014266404478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115683014266404478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115683014266404478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115683014266404478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-night-call-centre.html' title='One Night @ a Call Centre'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115674221001009832</id><published>2006-08-28T10:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-28T10:49:09.960+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Turkish Red Carpet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Instanbul park was mesmerized. Not only because Phillppe Massa registered his first ever Grand Prix victory, but for the sheer tussle between Fernando Alonso and Micheal Shumacher. It was Massa's Ferrari on the front grid with Alonso's Renault 3rd after Schumi.&lt;br /&gt;The race started with a bang, as Fischichella and Raikkonnen got banged in the side by couple of cars. The safety car was in in the 4th lap as Luitzi struck the car at the side of the road blocking the passage.&lt;br /&gt;The teams took a pit-stop. But it was strategy that failed Micheal to put before Alonso as after the first pit-stop Alonso took the lead and extended it till the second pit-stop. After the second pit-stop, Schumi was on Alonso's tail. The battle went for the last 15 laps. In the end, Alonso won with 2nd podium finish and Micheal coming 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very emotional moment for Massa. Not Alonso extends his leads to 108 points over Micheal's 96. The Italian GP is going to decide whether Shcumi is still in contention for driver's championship or has lost it to Alonso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Best Of Luck Schumi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115674221001009832?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115674221001009832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115674221001009832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115674221001009832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115674221001009832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/08/turkish-red-carpet.html' title='The Turkish Red Carpet'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115667322322153228</id><published>2006-08-27T15:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-29T10:41:29.730+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sequoia Consulting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;19th August 2006. The day when my tryst with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sequoiaindia.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sequoia Consulting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ended. Well, for now at least. I remember the day I joined Sequoia about a year ago. The year has been tumultous. I have gained a lot and learnt a lot. By far, this was the best company that I worked for. I would always wish to replicate that culture wherever I go to work.&lt;br /&gt;Many people are still wondering as to why did I quit. I always believe that every company has its "personality." There are some base-level values that are carried within. They run through the hierarchies and processes. For an individual to be successful in that organization, he needs to adapt to that personality. He needs to put his thinking pattern a little aside unless he gets a foothold. In a nutshell, he needs to be agile.&lt;br /&gt;May be I am at this moment not ready to work for Sequoia. I am still a little rigid on my thoughts. The agility, being there, is a little less. But I know that I will gain that in due course of time. For career hunters, I would say that Sequoia is the firm you want to work for.&lt;br /&gt;For me now the thought rests. I would always remember what Sequoia has given me. And as I am a little weak to make a promise, I would say, I believe that I will be back to work with them. At a different position, in a different geography, with a different attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115667322322153228?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115667322322153228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115667322322153228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115667322322153228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115667322322153228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/08/sequoia-consulting.html' title='Sequoia Consulting'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115625679723138642</id><published>2006-08-22T19:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-22T20:03:58.626+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Street-Dog-Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Ganapati's are arriving. Precisely on the 26th August. A week before the same, the street- plays start taking prevalence on the streets of Pune. These are basically ideological realities that are potrayed in coherence to our day-to-day life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Recently a street dog, strayed in our lane. He actually was limped when someone fed him. Thenceforth, he has made our lane as his alma-mater and us as his folks. Folks with whom he can bark his way through. Observers say that he only barks and doesnt pounce or bite. The truth is, no one has been with him that long to ascertain that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now you might be wondering what is the connection, right? Day before yesterday, a street play happened in our lane. And it was quite musical because the song was on the tunes of the bark that came from our august guest. The play was about individuals making misuse of their advanced degrees and how we should find confidenece in all that. Or the least that, I think was the theme. Half of the play was defeaned in the sweet barks and growls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So what do we learn? Either have a street-play or a street-dog in your street. Never both of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115625679723138642?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115625679723138642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115625679723138642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115625679723138642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115625679723138642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/08/street-dog-play.html' title='Street-Dog-Play'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115596751137418675</id><published>2006-08-19T11:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-19T12:17:08.913+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Did you get "Lost"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lost_(TV_series)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. A primitime television series, whose 2nd season is recently being aired in India. I cant believe I intially missed half of the 1st season. But Star World was generous to air the redux on Sunday nights.&lt;br /&gt;There are some things about the series that leaves me spellbound everytime I watch it. First are the characters. Right from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Shephard"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dr.Jack Sheperd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Shephard"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sayid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Locke_%28Lost%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;John Locke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; the artists deliver a powerpacked performance.&lt;br /&gt;Second is the storyline. 44 survivors of the crashed flight Oceanic 815 have all got a history. All of them stranded on an island which is not normal. And how the story unfolds as they all start to habituate themselves to each other's whims and fancies.&lt;br /&gt;Third is the screenplay. Apart from being screened in the exotic Hawaiian island Oahu, it deftly reveals the history of characters in a manner that connects well to the running storyline. It also irks curiosity and keeps you pinned to your recliner.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, it is the spirituality and its tussle with the reality. How faith or John Locke and the science of Jack fight with each other. I like the dialogues also. One of my favorites is "The best way to find what is lost is to stop looking for it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Did you hear that god?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115596751137418675?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115596751137418675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115596751137418675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115596751137418675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115596751137418675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/08/did-you-get-lost.html' title='Did you get &quot;Lost&quot;?'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115589289912540625</id><published>2006-08-18T14:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-18T14:51:39.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rang De Basanti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;" दुनिया मे जीने के दो हि तरिके होते है. ऎक जो होरा है उसे होने दो, बर्दाश्त कर्ते जाओ और दुस्रा उसे खुद बदल्ने कि जिममेदारी लो." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The are translated as " There are only two ways of living life in this world. One,  just watch and bear whatever is happening around you. The second, is to decide to do something about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;These are the lines with which the film "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/rang-de-basanti"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rang De Basanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;" marked the beginning of an end of the epic saga that it potrayed for over 2.5 hours. I watched it over and over again. And every time I do it gives me a new message. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It tells me that a revolution should always begin silently. It should catch the audience by surprise. More often that not a revolt is brought by the young blood.  The film teaches you never to overlook anybody you think is screwed. You never know, they might end up waking your conscience.&lt;br /&gt;It tells you that when you listen to your heart, you become fearless. That is the power of faith. Kudos to the team and the actors who spawned such a memorable experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope you have watched it. If you havent, do it now. You are loosing on something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115589289912540625?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115589289912540625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115589289912540625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115589289912540625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115589289912540625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/08/rang-de-basanti.html' title='Rang De Basanti'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115572976058048967</id><published>2006-08-16T17:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-16T17:32:40.590+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Passion and Professionalism-II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here we continue our discussion. Ironically, it comes on the same day when I complete exact one year in my current organization.16th August. I remember, being punctual on the first day. I guess a little over punctual. The excitement was tremendous. My first job as a Manager. From that day I have not lost my professionalism. But sure my passion has a taken a downslide. Reasons are immaterial, but when it happens, it doesnt seem the right place for you to continue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I passionately work in this organization. It's problems were my problems. I carried them home with me and thought about it all the time. But recently they have not cropped up. They have left me and so have the challenges. The work seems monotonous because somewhere I am not able to identify myself with the work that I am doing. In a nutshell, I am just doing my job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But then it stagnates growth as it makes life devoid of challenges, hurdles. The very thing that tests you. It might seem like a rut at first, but believe me, its the fuel that burns the fire of ambition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hopeyou got my point. My suggestion will always be to work with passion, profesionalism will automatically follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115572976058048967?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115572976058048967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115572976058048967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115572976058048967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115572976058048967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/08/passion-and-professionalism-ii.html' title='Passion and Professionalism-II'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115521431591055924</id><published>2006-08-10T17:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-16T17:33:00.516+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Passion and Professionalism-I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was once asked in an interview, what is the difference between a job and career? I replied, that what you want do passionately, becomes your career and that what you do professionally becomes your job. A job happens only in the office, while work happens anywhere. But there is thin line between working passionately and professionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Most of the managers/leaders will exploit you by mixing and matching either one of them. Its not necssary to have passion in the work you do. But its effective. Then the time line starts to recede and there is no difference between your work-place, your work-station and your home. These people more often are termed as workaholics. Money can be one factor, but more often than not, its not the catalyst for a person to incite that passion. Everyone has his/her own reasons, some might be emotionally connected, some might like the kind of work, some are built that way. There are multiple reasons for a person to be a workaholic. I once asked a friend, who is a passionate worker, why doesnt he lets his hair down? Probably frequent a pub or something. He answered; "I dont need a pub for kicks. I get it in my office. My office his my pub. My cubicle my dance floor. My workstation my music. My work my date." I didnt know what to say. Its his perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But what happens when you loose passion admist the work that you are doing? Now the reasons for the same are also difference why that would happen. But are they justifiable? How can you be passionate of something that ran in you sweat and blood, and at times in your soul, and then one fine day loose interest? But it happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I always say truth is more stranger than fiction. Lets continue this further for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115521431591055924?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115521431591055924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115521431591055924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115521431591055924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115521431591055924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/08/passion-and-professionalism-i.html' title='Passion and Professionalism-I'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115512684833422525</id><published>2006-08-09T17:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-09T18:04:08.400+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Triple Convergence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No No, this is not something I have come up with. This is Chapter 3 from "The World is Flat" that I am currently reading. After discussing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://adibabas.blogspot.com/2006/08/final-three-flatteners.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;10 flatteners &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;of the world, Tom describes in this chapter how they converged and helped levelling the playing field. He calls it the " Triple Convergence" , we will see how the same works:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Convergence 1--&gt; It takes in to stride the fall of berlin wall along with Netsacape browsers, Work flow softwares, Out sourcing, Offshoring, Supplychaining, Insourcing, Informing and Steroids that converged by the fall of year 2000. This convergence in turn led to a global playing field for nultiple forms of collaboration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2) Convergence 2--&gt; This takes in to consideration and 1st convergence and how it was utilised for enhancing productivity by a new cadre of managers, innovators, business consultants, business schools, CEO's, IT Specialists. How they got comfortable with and developed sorts of horizontal collaboration and value-creation processes and habits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3) Convergence 3--&gt; And this came into picture, it opened a chain of opportunities for peopleto come out in th open field and compete. This actually gave boost to cross border people from India, China and Russia to connect and show their capabilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is lot more to come, and its going to be joy ride, Stay tuned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115512684833422525?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115512684833422525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115512684833422525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115512684833422525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115512684833422525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/08/triple-convergence.html' title='The Triple Convergence'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115502692981296306</id><published>2006-08-08T13:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-08T14:18:49.820+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The World aint flat yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Irony has got a a definitive way of popping at the least-expected mode. The World is not yet flat. Well, these are no my views. Apparently Pankaj Ghemawat, a professor of Harvard Business School expresses the same in his article "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://economictimes.indiatimes.com/articleshow/1868936.cms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Global Strategy: What's Different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;". He spurns of the idea of a flat world and dimishing borders as "apocalyptic" and justifies it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He gives us two contradicting examples. One is that of a Wal-Mart and its cross-border expansion problems and other is that of Yum! Brands with its high-intensity proliferation in the Chinese markets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not sure what is the point he want's to stress on.  The article goes on to stress that Wal-mart didnt match the pace of revnue growth because it couldn match the cultures of the retail giant with the same on the local market in a Non-US lke territories. The reason did sufice them to exit from Germany and a stunted growth in the other areas. Then he talks about Yum! Brands (Parents of Pizza Hut &amp; KFC) and how as it matched the culture in China grew with about 1800 units in 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I agree with his point FDI flows are accounting to 10% of the capital formation. But there are many forms of indirect investements which are adding to the company revnues. Moreover, Tom doesnt say in "The World is Flat" that the flattening has been completed. It is happening, but at a pace that is going to astonish everybody. The flat world encircles the mere fact that how the world is becoming a single market. How easy it is to cross-port data and convert the same in to information.  Its not abou borderless world, but wireless world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As far as the article goes, I disagree with the same. It's implicit that if there is a cultural disparity, your organisation will cease to exist on the market. But that entails the fact that companies do come up with innovative strategies to match the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ironically, Tom emphasises on the Wal-Mart's global supply chain as one factor contributing to the flattening world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115502692981296306?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115502692981296306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115502692981296306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115502692981296306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115502692981296306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/08/world-aint-flat-yet.html' title='The World aint flat yet'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115494463037246134</id><published>2006-08-07T14:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-07T15:27:10.786+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Supply Chain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Supply Chain"-My favorite word.  Love this word for its different meanings associated with different things/people at different times. Let me just take you on a ride of this magnificent word and its implications&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Supply Chain in its original form involves a coordinated system of organizations, people, activities, information and resources involved in moving a product or service in physical or virtual manner from supplier to the customer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Supply Chain for a Manufacturer would include things like Raw Materials--&gt;Inventory Stocking--&gt; Production Line--&gt; Packaging--&gt; Shipping --&gt; Customer Delivery --&gt; Post Sale Maintenance. This will be associated with data coming from the Sales, Finance,Inventory, Design. A well defined synergy amongst these factors will help an on-time delivery at the customers end to create value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Supply Chain for an IT Services povider will probaby include Functional Analysis--&gt; Technical Analyis--&gt; Design--&gt; Development--&gt; Testing--&gt; Maintenance. The activities involved are virtual as there is no tangible product conceived. Moreover the supply is service-oriented as its on-demand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Supply Chain for a Human Resource Department would include--&gt; Analysis of the Requirements--&gt;Resource Planning and Strategy--&gt; Pooling--&gt; Selection--&gt; Training and Development--&gt; Appraisals. With a slight modification this aligns with the strategy of the organisation you are working for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In this manner, everything is "supply chained" in this world. Look closely, aren't we a part of a massive supply chain? The one that goes on eternally and includes such factors as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Birth--&gt; Childhood--&gt; Teenage--&gt;Work Years--&gt; Retirement--&gt; Old Age--&gt; Death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now you must be wondering who is the supplier and who is t customer?  Given the fact that both of them are an integral part of the chain. But isnt the answer that what we are searching for time immemorial? Who is our supplier i.e where do we come from and who is our customer i.e where do we go when we are finished. Do we create the value or solve the purpose for what we were concieved in the first place? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Better think on the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115494463037246134?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115494463037246134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115494463037246134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115494463037246134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115494463037246134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/08/supply-chain.html' title='The Supply Chain'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115475859346006627</id><published>2006-08-05T11:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-05T11:51:01.610+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Final Three Flatteners</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dude! Finally finished the chapter. As much as I am mesmerized by the content, I still feel that Tom has gone a little overboard giving credit to certain American companies for flatteneing the world. Anyway's the gist of the matter is that World has flattened and the last 3 factors also contribute to the same:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;8) &lt;strong&gt;In-Sourcing&lt;/strong&gt;:- No. Its not anti-outsourcing. In-Sourcing typically refers to a process og the vendor going down deep into the client's infrastructure and streamlining the process to create horizontal value. The depth of the realtions cant be quantamized, but it comes to a point where you cant make out who's working for whom. Here we take example o UPS. Well, to tell you, I love UPS's tag-line - "Your commerce, Synchronized." Tom says, they have been living up to it. Not only are the synchronizing the globa supply chains round the word, they have embedded themselves in client's internal structure also. Then it gives them a chance run the buisness as their own. They are responsible for cutting delivery time, repair downtime and saving millions with in inventories by synchronised shipping. What a world we are living in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;9) &lt;strong&gt;In-Forming&lt;/strong&gt;: - Our world, Googled! The main theme of this flattner circles round the process of availibilty of information at the fingertips of anyone, anywhere in this world. Type three ingredients in Google, and they will give you a recipe of it. And this has given a new boom to the aspect called reality. Tom says, in a flat world no one can hide, even if they can run. He quotes Mark Twain; "Always tell the truth, so you dont have to remember what you have told." May be by now, we should get a lesson that World has shriked, and so has information availibilty time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;10) &lt;strong&gt;Steroids&lt;/strong&gt;: -&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;It all ends with the kind of technologioes that make this flattening all the more efficient. He talks about the ipods and the ipaq's and mobiles acting as credit cards. How much our world has shrinked and accerelated by these "Steroids". Its just amazing to have life-like video conferences and save millions of dollars in travelling. He ends the chapter with an example of Rolls Royce engines fitted in Boeing. They are built with an automatic tracking chips which talk to a mainframe computer at Rolls Royce. That way they can tap real time data and help the planes to efficiently manage the engines in cases of problems like a lightining strike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a must-read book, I feel so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I would specially like to mention four lines that accurately silhouette the globalization era:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;" In the midlands of Africa lives a Gazelle and a Lion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Gazelle wakes of every morning and knows that he must run to save his life otherwise he will be eaten by a lion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Lion wakes up every morning and knows that he must run to catch the Gazelle otherwisehe will starve today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It doesnt matter whether you are a Lion or a Gazelle, the thing you should remember is always to keep running."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115475859346006627?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115475859346006627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115475859346006627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115475859346006627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115475859346006627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/08/final-three-flatteners.html' title='The Final Three Flatteners'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115459183296290830</id><published>2006-08-03T13:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-03T13:27:13.016+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The next Three Flatteners</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://adibabas.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-four-world-flatteners.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;first four flattener's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; here comes next three in line.&lt;br /&gt;5)&lt;strong&gt; OutSourcing&lt;/strong&gt; :- As the dot com bubble went bust, many fibre-optic companies when into bankruptcy. Investors and Venture capitalists who had invested in these companies started to put their thinking caps on. And then they met with a second-buyer of those huge data pipelines-India. As India started venturing into the communications protocol, a new trend started to emerge in US. As the economy had tanked and costs had to be cut, the companies started asking " Hey who are those guys that will get this work done at a cheaper rate?" And thus started Outsourcing.  It helped flatten the world in a profuse sense as it cut down costs and helped achieve greater efficiency of work by integrating a cross-spectrum of individuals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6) &lt;strong&gt;Offshoring&lt;/strong&gt;:- Now the basic difference between OutSourcing and Offshoring is that the former is involved in moving only the backroom work while the later is involved in moving all the operations. Now here we take China in perspective. Due to cheap labor and subdued manufacturing costs, China has always attracted companies on a value-proposition. The Chinese when opened the gates, the people in US thought it has an interesting venture because they finally foundt the place where they could move their whole operations and get the most out of it at a very very low cost. This is one world flattener that doesnt cease to amaze me because, its not only Manufacturing but the Chinese have started grappling the other sectors also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7)&lt;strong&gt; Supply-Chainining&lt;/strong&gt;:- This actually terms with seamlessely integrating the process to deliver the products at the customer doorsteps to create value. Thomas gives us the example of Wal-mart and how it has clipped costs by sourcing goods from the manufacturers directly.How it has efficiently planned the sourcing chain and practised the just-in-time delivery to cut down inventory costs. It doesnt matter in which part of the world the product is manufactured, in the supply chain its the data that flows through is consolidated at one end and converted in information. Analysis of the customer buying patterns is done and likewise product is shipped with a reduced delivery time. Amazing! Though I feel Tom has gone a little Pro-Walmart, but still it really epitomises the flattening of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stay tuned, U will be back right after a short break. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115459183296290830?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115459183296290830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115459183296290830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115459183296290830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115459183296290830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/08/next-three-flatteners.html' title='The next Three Flatteners'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115450445657680634</id><published>2006-08-02T13:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-02T13:10:56.583+05:30</updated><title type='text'>मराथि ब्लोग</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;नमस्कर मनदलि;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;अयुशात पहिल्यन्दा चुका न करता मराथि लिहिन्यचया हा अनुभव अविस्मार्निये आहे. त्तुम्चि ऒश ( अर्थतात--&gt; Operating System) सपोर्त करएल कि नहि ते मला महित नहि.  पअन माझ अत विचर मझे मरथि सुध्रारन्याचा आहे. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;मला थोदिशि मदद करा. मि अप्ला रुनि राहिन.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ध्यन्यवाद.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;आप्ला विन्म्र&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;अद्वैत जोशि&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115450445657680634?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115450445657680634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115450445657680634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115450445657680634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115450445657680634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='मराथि ब्लोग'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115442976690858872</id><published>2006-08-01T16:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-01T16:26:06.920+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Beggars are the Choosers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A recent survey of the Maharshtra State goverment reveals that Begging has manifested in an Industry. In Mubai it self there are about 50,000 beggars accounting to a revnenue of 180 crore. Rates are fixed for where one wants to beg and a fixed percentage is set for authorities so that everyone can get a share of the beggars loot.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://socialwelfare.delhigovt.nic.in/beggpreventact2.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bombay Beggary Prevention Act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; (read para-5) terms begging as illegal. But the handicapped beggars are left untouched by the anti-begging squad.Clearly, handicapped beggars are better earners as they command more sympathy. Now this actually has given a twist to the industry. A foray of mafia gangs have stepped in paying for the amputation of bosy parts of the street-side beggars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; A recent inquiry in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/5231022.stm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;beggar amputations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; has revealed some shocking realties. The Indian Medical Association (IMA) has launched a probe for doctors willing to ampute beggar's body parts for $200 (10,000 INR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115442976690858872?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115442976690858872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115442976690858872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115442976690858872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115442976690858872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/08/beggars-are-choosers.html' title='Beggars are the Choosers!'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115432981225357802</id><published>2006-07-31T12:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-31T18:07:38.126+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Vikrant and the Offshoring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The 18 year old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow/1827130.cms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vikrant Khanvilkar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; , the youngest of the 7/11 mishap died succumbed to death today. He had suffered head injuries. Now the death toll has risen to 201. 201 innocent people lost their lives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hindustantimes.com/news/181_1745118,001302390000.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;some of the follies made by our freedom fighters 58 years ago and some which are still continuing in the face of Ayodhya and Gujrat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meanwhile we are at the economy spot, there is a new boost to the health care industry in India. With the rising healthcare costs in the US a growing number is US employers are sending their ailing employees &lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/business/la-fi-outsource30jul30,0,2330630.story?coll=la-home-headlines"&gt;offshore&lt;/a&gt; for healthcare treatment. This actually is cutting down costs on the same. Way to go for the hospital-ity industry. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Guys! I have been searching for film " Omkara" 's lyrics all ovre the place. May be my serach-criteria's are not right. :(. Just help me out of you, I really need those lyrics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115432981225357802?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115432981225357802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115432981225357802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115432981225357802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115432981225357802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/07/vikrant-and-offshoring.html' title='Vikrant and the Offshoring'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115415851566628630</id><published>2006-07-29T12:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-29T13:05:15.836+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Let go for once, Please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Emotions play a vital role in anybody's life. Every minute we are experiencing a turmoil of emotions which churn us in. They say to find the ultimate truth, we should get rid of these emotions. But is it possible. I mean, yes it is possible, but is it do-able.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Get rid of love, get rid of desire, get rid of ambition. Yes you have to get rid of certain emotions like hatred, jealousy, lust because what they create is only negative energy around you. But you know what, a hundred times more a crime has been committed in name of love than in the name of hate. There is a thin line between love and hate. And believe me you, its like walking a razor's edge. Introspect and you will get the answer. We tend to hate them the most whom we love the most. Why such things happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How can one suddenly stop loving someone? Its just a pure emotion that just cant be vandalised. The biggest weakness of an human being is letting go. But what we tend to forget is that we all have to let go one day. Of this world, of your loved ones, of your levi's, of your car, of your swatch. Then what is the point is gaining all this. Beacuse the vedas say, that your soul is what you are. It is the not that thing that comes along with you after you die, it is &lt;strong&gt;you. &lt;/strong&gt;In the niceities of the world, we forget where we have come from. But if you have come down, living life is a challenge. To every problem there is simple soultion, but more often than not its not easy.Hence we tend to live in that rut all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You want to leave you job, right? You are not able to work and the environment is suffocating, right? Then why dont you just leave it? Is it right to stay in a place where people dont believe you are capable of doing something? Is it right to stay in the place where people forget what you have done over a period of time and then in-turn ask what is your value-addition to the organisation.? Is it right to be emotionally attached to some one who in turns defies your logical thinking process and then slef becomes detached?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like shouting on top of the board, for god's sake, let go for once. Please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115415851566628630?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115415851566628630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115415851566628630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115415851566628630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115415851566628630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/07/let-go-for-once-please.html' title='Let go for once, Please!'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115399174640337551</id><published>2006-07-27T14:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-31T18:09:38.890+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The First Four World Flattener's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I did mention in one of my &lt;a href="http://adibabas.blogspot.com/2006/07/flat-world-and-tax-net.html"&gt;last posts&lt;/a&gt; that I am currently reading Thomas Friedman's " The World is Flat." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, today lets take a bird-eye's view on the first forces that have helped flatenning the world. Shall we ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) When the Berlin Wall went down and the Windows, up: -&lt;/strong&gt; The Berlin wall went down in 1989 and than started a chain of events. The utter act of defiance from the people of Germany was not that of impulse. Freedom was what they wanted. But not only from the chains of discrimination, but of thought also. The downfall fall of Berlin wall took down the iron curtain with it. This opened the people's mind to imagine that a world in itself can become a single market place. Free trade started setting in. In admisdt of this, precisely a week later after wall's event, Microsoft shipped it's first operating system:Windows 3.0. This helped any tom-dick-harry harness the power of computers and gradually helped penetration of the computers in household's. People started realising the power of computing and the tasks that it made easier. They were on a run and they were loving it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) When Netscape came up with the first browser: - &lt;/strong&gt;As thew power of computing became publicised, there was still a discrepancy. Those people complained that they cant share the resources on anyone else'e computer. What was needed was a common framework to help everyone acesss the a pool of resources. The when the internet came in to picture, there was no surefire way to access that data. A start-up company in silicon valley came up with the solution. Netscape. They built the first browser which again helped people access data and information thorugh the websites at the click of the button. Tim Berner-Lee , the father of World Wide Web, then brought another revolution that overnight shrinked the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) When Workflow software started talking to each other:-&lt;/strong&gt; After the internet boom, what was needed was the applications that can seamlessly integrate the business process. So that the Manufacturing, Finance, Sales and Inventory departements would be connected as they should be. This in turn give rise to data pipelines which helped transfer crucial data over long distances. I am not talking about cities but about countries. As the application began to come closer, connected by the web of pipelines, it didnt matter whether you were sitting in Boston or Bangalore. The work was done at the blink of an eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) When Apache created the first open-source software: - &lt;/strong&gt;Apache was the first open-source software that was created by a group of programmers. Open-Sourcing bought a new wave of revolution with itself. Here was bunch of geeks sitting, geographically diverese seeding the code to develop the software which can be freely downloaded and used. This actually was the people who had been shrking the world this time. The same is the case with LInux. The onlibe communities and blogs whic act as whistleblowers have transformed this daily people in the citizen-journalists. This in turn has given a new dimenesion to information mining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We have more to come, so do visit back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115399174640337551?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115399174640337551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115399174640337551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115399174640337551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115399174640337551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-four-world-flatteners.html' title='The First Four World Flattener&apos;s'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115392285318172150</id><published>2006-07-26T19:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-26T19:37:33.316+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life in a nutshell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every writer at some time ceases to write. Not because he is at loss of thoughts, but he is at loss of words. Every emotion can't be scripted. Though the Vedas have tried a lot to script some out-of-the=body experiences, it requires a great deal of spirituality.  That day I was reading Upanishads (concise version), and I was "literally" at loss of words. The way the ancient hrushis have enumerated the very sense of life is just amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Soham-Asmi; I am that fire, I am that soul. They tell you that the soul is eternal while the body is temporal. Moksh is achieved when we learn what we have come to learn on this earth. It just warms your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember reading Brian Weiss's " Many Lives. Many Masters." His book revovles around his psychiatric patient. He cubs here fear by regression therapy, where-in she recalls her past lives. The book tells us about 7 masters who possess the knowledge of the ultimate truth. The patient (sorry I dont remeber her name) actually speaks to them, or rather they speak to her while she goes in to the trance. The very realities and absurdities of life are beautifully unfolded in that book. It takes you to a thought level that you are eternal. No matter what grab you wear, you always have the strength to know what you were in your past life. You also know the purpose of your life in this birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I know what I am doing over here. I have had that luxury. But do you know what you are doing here? Why of all you were born with that special trait, in that body, with that face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its time you started finding the answers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115392285318172150?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115392285318172150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115392285318172150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115392285318172150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115392285318172150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-in-nutshell.html' title='Life in a nutshell.'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115383644749869610</id><published>2006-07-25T19:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-25T19:37:27.520+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Recruitment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lets write today of something I am professionally involved in. Recruitment. I love this field. Though this isnt orginally that I started my career with, but its seamlessly connected with Sales &amp; Marketing ( Prima Facie of my career).  Recruitment industry in India is on a boom. You people must have heard of the term " Demand-Supply gap" of talent pool in India. Lets discuss this for a while. Shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is a law of economics that coins the demand-supply aspect as follows, " When the demand equals the supply its commodity, when the demand surpasses the supply its speciality and when the demand is less than the supply, its liablity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our recruitment scene follows this law, but there is a slight modification over here. In India, talen is realtivelygreat.  Giving the statistics, Indian universities are expected to produce 400,000 engineers, about 100,000 managers and about 2.5 million graduates. Wow! And given the current scene, just 4 sectors-IT/ITES, Telecom, Retail and Financial Services are expected to add about 500,000 jobs this fiscal year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then why-o-why are the companies still facing a dearth of talent? If we zero-in on the aspect of quality, some fault rests on the education system. Then the IT boom is stripping talen of other sectors as the MNC's go on to increase the breadth of their operations. To give a rough idea: Infosys selects about 3-4 people fo the 700 intervieews. A conversion rate of less than 2.2 %.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now the question rests, is the demand really more than the supply? In numbersm yes. But in quality, no. Then what can be done for these people to bring them upto the level so that they can be converted from liablity into specialty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will think about the same and write......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115383644749869610?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115383644749869610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115383644749869610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115383644749869610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115383644749869610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/07/recruitment.html' title='Recruitment'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115373564145725710</id><published>2006-07-24T15:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:46:14.963+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Prince-ly India</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Media sometimes hypes things up unnecessarily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the city of Kurukshetra (Haryana, India), a 5 year old kid called Prince turned 6 in a trench 60-feet deep. Am I kidding? Well apparently not. This Prince wandered of somewhere from his house and fell in the nearby dug well of 60 feet depth with the breadth of only 16 Inch. Futile measures were being carried out to release him. In the end the army was called. They planted another trench 10 feet apart, dug through it and released him. Kudos to the army and the kid who survived the fight for his life for about 50 hours. But now the media has created a super-hero out of him. They say they are going to sponsor his whole education. And believe it or not this news was running as " breaking-news" non-stop on 3 premier media channels of the country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Agreed, the attention was needed. But I think there was no need to cover it continously and keep other news on a back-burner. Whatever prayers you want to say, say it in your heart with purity. Why you need to harp about it and create a display of emotions which will invariably, sell? I simply dont understand. Was the fate of a 12 year old Tsunami survivor changed? Our war-heros didnt get this kind of media-pubilicity. Who are those families who were killed in the Mumbai blasts? Who were the heroes of the day who made it possible for Mumbai to return back to normal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The media will probably not answer these questions because no-one likes to know the reality. They just want to percieve what it might be ,and then speculate about it. In that way journalism is alive, so are the news. News that wont matter in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115373564145725710?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115373564145725710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115373564145725710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115373564145725710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115373564145725710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/07/prince-ly-india.html' title='Prince-ly India'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115355587767860213</id><published>2006-07-22T13:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:47:10.783+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its Only Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Words are a trap. I seriously beleive in this. How many times you have experienced a diffuclty in expressing yourself to help someone understand what you are feeling? Most of the times , right? Yesterday, I was referring to two types of anythings in this world-Functional &amp; Technical. Technical aspect of anything is realtively easy to understand. Just cross-reference anything that is accepted as a standard in that particular situation. Functional thing is relative. Everyone understands the same in their own context and then deems it right. More often than not, quality is often refferd to understanding exactly what the other person needs and doing it likewise. Some have this as an inherent gift, some dont. Hence some people are liked most and some are not. But how many peolple know the hidden aspect of it?&lt;br /&gt;In his sequel to "Kane and Abel", " The Prodigal Daughter", Jeffery Archer gives a classic example of this. Apparently it's discovered in the end that Florentyna's (Abel's daughter) doppelganger, an anynomous backer to their crumbling bank was William Kane-her father's arch rival. Now who would remember him and appreciate him? Probably Abel will be able to. :-)&lt;br /&gt;The point here is everyone is an unsung hero in somebody else's lufe. May be n his/her father's, mother's, brother's, sister's, dughter's, son's,friend's,bank cashier's, maid's;virtually anyone's. We touch lives of them whoose exsistence we are not even aware of.&lt;br /&gt;In this scene, no words are requried. A different level of connection is established. A functional connection where no technicalities are involved. Everywhere there is love, even in hate. Paradoxical it is, but we tend to hate people we love the most. So lets promise ourselves that I will go beyond the words sometimes and do things in a shadow that will affect someone in a good manner.&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of the day ask ourselves: Whose life did I touch today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115355587767860213?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115355587767860213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115355587767860213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115355587767860213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115355587767860213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-only-words.html' title='Its Only Words'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115346040639229372</id><published>2006-07-21T10:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:47:34.733+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Two Types</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday I heard a heart -warming news. A friend of my brother's lost her elder brother in a heart attack. He was barely 32 years old! Life sometimes compels us to sit back and analyse what is death. What is death?Do you know it? Well form me death is just the absence of real-life and not end of it. Time and time again we have been able to contact those para-natrual beings who have left the womb of earth long-ago-physically. Some people say they talk to souls. Possible, given the scenario that telepathy exists between persons with deep mental connection. Yesterday I saw in the program" Mano ya na Mano" the concept of Automatic Writing. They say that the writer in the state of trance writes what what the soul around him/her tells. This actually helps in solving some grave problems faced by the human beings. If you want to know more visit--&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Automatic_writing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Automatic_writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about the same, death has become a way to live in Lebanon. With the Israelies captivating their hamas ministers and bombing the cities have already triggeres a chain of disrest in India. Indian doesnt want to tweak ties with Israel, but also due to pressures of the Left parties, it has to take a strong ground stance on the thier acts of bombings and kidnaps. About 100 Indians have said to be rescued with the joint operations of the Navy forces. The INS Shivaji will be docking in the Larnaca port in Cyprus, from where these people will be flown back to India. So it still persists in India that the left is always right.&lt;br /&gt;There are two types of errors in this world. One is Functional and the other is Technical. More often that not, the functional error is very hard to catch because that reflects the quality of the human thinking. Technical error more or less means a non-compliance to the pre-defined set of procedures or rules. We will tocuh the same in details afterwards, but life let me tell you is always in shades of gray. There is no definitive black and white. So the errors also are a combination of functional and technical aspects. The gravity depends on the percentage dispersion. Invariably, technical errors are easier to rectify than functional errors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115346040639229372?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115346040639229372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115346040639229372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115346040639229372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115346040639229372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/07/two-types.html' title='Two Types'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115337611862052075</id><published>2006-07-20T11:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:47:59.823+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Flat World and the Tax-net</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently I am reading "The World is flat" by Thomas Friedman. I actually happened to see the documentary on the same on the discovery channel way before the book was published last year. He typically touches the aspect of the free market and how the technology has sort of " levelled the playground." He gives an analogy of how Columbus moved to west to find India and inadvertently landed discovering America. He then came to a conclusion that the world, really is round. Thomas says he moved east, to India, China, Japan et al and has come to a conclusion that World, invariably is flat. The idea was jump-sparked when he was having a discussion with Nandan Nilekani, the CEO of Infosys.&lt;br /&gt;I am through the first chapter where he says that the changes tooke place while "he was sleeping." Apparently we all were, until the book was published. In the 2nd chapter he enlists 10 forces that have helped flattening the world. Its going to be an interesting journey.&lt;br /&gt;The Tax-net is closing in. If you are a credit card holder, with annual expenses accounting to more than 2 Lacs, and you have not submitted your PAN (Permanent Account Number), you are in for a surprise. The IRD is going to scrutinize all those applicants and take an action against them. Be sure to pay your taxes, especially those in the bracket of 8 Lacs-10 Lacs. Wow!.Sure big money involved here. But let me remind you, dont expect this to reflect on the country's infrasrtucture immediately.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! By the way, we are on and running again as the Blogspot as a whole domain is not going to be blocked by the ISP. It is that blogs which contain objectional anti-national content that will face the music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115337611862052075?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115337611862052075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115337611862052075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115337611862052075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115337611862052075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/07/flat-world-and-tax-net.html' title='Flat World and the Tax-net'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115329780783564491</id><published>2006-07-19T13:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:48:43.730+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I decicided to supersede all my e-mail signatures with the line "Life's simple, not easy." All the trials and tribulations we face in life have got one simple soultion, but more often than not, its not easy.&lt;br /&gt;Like today I heard a conversation between two people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Person: "Hey, wake up, look at the sun outside, its looking brighter than ever before."&lt;br /&gt;2nd Person: "Really? Let me just take a look." When he goes out and has a look.&lt;br /&gt;2nd Person: "Yes, but why it is looking so beautiful today? I have seen it many times before. "&lt;br /&gt;1st Person: "Is that so? Then if the sun has not changed, what has?"&lt;br /&gt;2nd Person: "May be the way I am looking at is changed."&lt;br /&gt;1st Person: "Exactly!. All we need to do is master the art of looking at things in a different manner."&lt;br /&gt;2nd Person: "Its easier said than done, dude. When we are haggled by the mundane things, we are bound to think negatively. Things always dont work the way we want to."&lt;br /&gt;1st Person: " You are right, but every situation or a problem teaches you a new lesson. A lesson you should never forget."&lt;br /&gt;2nd Person: "But are we competent enough to learn from the same? I mean, the thinking process stops when we are low on spirits. It just feels like either yelling aloud or to cry silently."&lt;br /&gt;1st Person: "This situation comes in everyone's life, but great people are often separated from good people by this tendency only."&lt;br /&gt;2nd Person: "But its so easy to say this when you have no thinking to do. Every burden is shouldered by me."&lt;br /&gt;1st Person: "Who say's I have nothing to do? Did you ever come across a situaton when you do something against your wishes just for someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;2nd Person: "Yes sure I have, everyone does."&lt;br /&gt;1st Person: "Then inevitably you have in all totatlity surrenderd to me. I am the one that shows light and differentiates the right from the correct"&lt;br /&gt;2nd Person: "But with your principles, the world doesnt run."&lt;br /&gt;1st Person: "I know dear, but I just make the world a better place to live. If I was not there, how would you know what love is? What it feels to thrive for someone. Achieve what you dreamt of just because you didnt think it was pragmmatic in the first place."&lt;br /&gt;2nd Person: "So are you saying that I have no importance whatsoever."&lt;br /&gt;1st Person: " No, you have it in your own territory. Look buddy, the difference between you and me is the one between efficency and effectiveness, between Management and Leadership, lets just say you are the Manager and I am the Leader."&lt;br /&gt;2nd Person: "But then who is superior?"&lt;br /&gt;1st Person: " No one, it's the situation that demands performance from both of us. Sometimes you have to analytical, calculating, other times you have to be soulful, emotional."&lt;br /&gt;2nd Person: " You have all the answers dude."&lt;br /&gt;1st Person: "And you have all the questions."&lt;br /&gt;2nd Person: "But what's the use if the answers are not there."&lt;br /&gt;1st Person: " But unless questioned, the answers dont come, thats why you are responsible for all the advancement in the world."&lt;br /&gt;2nd Person: "And you are responsible for letting us know who we are. Thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;1st Person: "Thanks to you too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering who are these people. One is the Heart and other is the Brain. Could you make out who is which one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115329780783564491?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115329780783564491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115329780783564491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115329780783564491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115329780783564491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/07/conversation.html' title='The Conversation'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115320134579929407</id><published>2006-07-18T10:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:49:07.293+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Magny-Cours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually I forgot to give a review of the Weekend GP. Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;The Venue- Magny Cours, France (About 160 Miles from Paris)&lt;br /&gt;Laps:- 70 Laps.&lt;br /&gt;Positions: 1) Micheal Shcumacher&lt;br /&gt;2) Fernando Alonso&lt;br /&gt;3) Phillpe Massa&lt;br /&gt;Review: It was an astounding speed surgence that helped Ferrari and Micheal to extend the lead over Fernando over the first few laps of the race. Though the strategy of Massa holding back Alonso on the intial laps also helped. It was potentially a 3 pit-stop for Michael. But the Renault changed its strategy from 3 pit-stop to 2 with Alonso's second pitstop counting 11.7 seconds. Though this didnt rule in the favor of Renault, it gave Michael that advantage that was needed. But still Michael needs to close 17 championship points before he catches Alonso as a potential world-champion. I reckon (like Steve Slater :-), the Ferrari should take a concerted effort to push back Alonso. The reason is even if Michael wins all the upcoming 7 races and Alonso gets 2nd in all, he will still be ahead of Michael in the championship run. Thence forth it is the team effort that is going to matter now.&lt;br /&gt;They are saying that they are going to block Blogspot along with 17 other websites for carrying anti-national content in the kitty. Please forgive if I am not able to post for few more days, its not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115320134579929407?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115320134579929407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115320134579929407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115320134579929407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115320134579929407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/07/magny-cours.html' title='Magny-Cours'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115312674010670872</id><published>2006-07-17T14:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:51:32.096+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mahtma Gandhi and POTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In greek literarture, &lt;em&gt;Hubris-&lt;/em&gt; is the sin of arrogantly overstepping natural boundries. Nice word! Now the opposite of Hubris is know as &lt;em&gt;Nemesis&lt;/em&gt;- the counterbalance force that restored order and balance. Helen Mathur in her article "Word Smitten" gives an example of Nemesis as: "Mahatma Gandhi was a nemesis to British imperialism in India." True. But what about India? Was it a nemesis or hubris? Taking the current scene in to stride, the things are profusely overstepping natural boundries. Islamic terrorism is at the acme. In spite of this, our honorable PM is saying that he is not going to revive the POTA.&lt;br /&gt;Then what is the solution to save innocent lives? Well he says, the intelligence agency should gear-up and prevent the calamities from happening. How can we expect a IB officer on a shoe-string budget to prevent from something of a bigger magnintude from happening? Today the Mumbai police doesnt have funds to buy the uniforms. There are 2 ways of looking at it. Either the government is back-logging on the issue or the mandatory funds are siphoned off. Look at the scene where you can get a gelatin-based bomb stick for meagre Rs. 50 near Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;The security is so lethargic, that I think we should go the Swiss way.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about lethargy, have you guys travelled to Sinhgad lately? Well I did yesterday and I am glad to be alive with my bike, as I survived the roads. Though they weren't potentially "roads".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115312674010670872?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115312674010670872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115312674010670872' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115312674010670872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115312674010670872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/07/mahtma-gandhi-and-pota.html' title='Mahtma Gandhi and POTA'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115286858623207859</id><published>2006-07-14T14:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:52:08.810+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nirvana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Didnt come to office yesterday. Dont want to tell why, cos I dont want to lie. But the reason was genunine. Sometimes I think why people lie? They say truth is stranger than fiction. Very true. Every person on this earth has a lie to tell, and a truth to hide. Most of these people cant handle the very fact that its truism that prevails.&lt;br /&gt;What is moksh? Its going towards the ultimate truth. What is the ultimate truth? Its listeneing to your heart. I feel you are ugly. I tell her that she is ugly. But will I? No, becasue I dont want to hurt her. Or Do I? It might be that I am not capable of handling the reaction of a that person.&lt;br /&gt;Look closely in your hearts, how many times we lie to ourselves. Sometimes unknowingly, cos we more often than not, dont know ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115286858623207859?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115286858623207859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115286858623207859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115286858623207859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115286858623207859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/07/nirvana.html' title='Nirvana'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115269350923463149</id><published>2006-07-12T13:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-25T13:24:27.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Blasts and the Superman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I stepped home yesterday and bang! the news of the serial bomb blasts in local trains hit Mumbai. Would the people travelling in those first class compartements have anticipated that they might face a violent death? No. What was their fault? Is this the price they have pay for being born in a communal ridden country? No matter whatever you do, death finds you in the way as it is written to find you-Maktub!&lt;br /&gt;But the way Mumbaikers have reacted to the same, hats-off. These are the real heroes. Not Krish and Superman. Unlike them ,they are un-glamorous. Their bodies stink of sweat ant guts of other people who have just died, while taking them out of the debris. Who is going to write about them? No one. One day they will aslo fade aways like unsung hero does.&lt;br /&gt;But I, on my behalf will take this opportunity to salute those people, who time and time again always put Mumbai back on tracks after the any calamity hits the city. Then may be its the 1993 Bomb Blasts or the Communal Riots or 26/7 Rains or 11/7 Serial Blasts. The intellegience today accpeted the fault of not knowing the place and time of the blasts. Though their speculations is that next target might be Solapur. Looking at all this i remember 4 lines from a Marthi Poet called Mardhekar:&lt;br /&gt;" Aaj pahile maran, gele bhambavun pran, majhya gynanache kumpan, smashcanat." It transaltes as follows:&lt;br /&gt;" I saw death today, and was confused and scared, I know where my knowledge ends, its at the funeral."&lt;br /&gt;Please tell your loved one today that you love them, dont know tomorrow, where you will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115269350923463149?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115269350923463149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115269350923463149' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115269350923463149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115269350923463149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/07/blasts-and-superman.html' title='The Blasts and the Superman'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115260792948812107</id><published>2006-07-11T14:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-25T13:24:59.936+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Stockholm Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life at times is very funny. You tend to think that everything is normal. I mean what possibly be wrong with a healthy indivdual, with a good income and aspirations? But normality is relative. What seems normal to me, may not be to you. I have reached to one conclusion: The root casue of all our misries is our inability to let-go ossomething/somebody. Thousand times more a crime has been committed in the name of love than hate. See the assaults, the rapes, the extra marital affairs, what can we conclude from this?&lt;br /&gt;That day I read an amazing quote. It goes " An optimist thinks we live in the best of two worlds, A pessimist believes its true."&lt;br /&gt;But life in totality is beautiful. Look at the water-droplets in the slashing rains on your helmet, think the last time you drank cofffe by the balcony when with pitch cold outside, remember that warm hug a loved one gave your when you needed only that.&lt;br /&gt;Why human beings behave in a certain way, no one will ever know. But one thing is for sure, living life is very very simple.&lt;br /&gt;Simple but diffcult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115260792948812107?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115260792948812107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115260792948812107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115260792948812107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115260792948812107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/07/stockholm-syndrome.html' title='The Stockholm Syndrome'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115253691598605695</id><published>2006-07-10T18:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T14:49:50.103+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Discipline and the World-Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey! Italy won the World-Cup finals. While I was seeing the match, I realised that's its not the talent or the aggression, but the temprament and the focus that matters. "Winners do what losers dont: focus." Every hero has a silver lining, but can be dark as a monsoon cloud. Zinedine Zidane aka Zizou was not an exception. That brutal header by him in Materise's chest not only got him a red card, but also cost France their match. As the game went into the penalty shoot-outs after the levelling of 1-1; France didnt have strikers who could score! Ribery, Henry were replaced, Vierra was potentially retired hurt. Italy deserved the win, but france didnt deserve to loose. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclipine of thoughts is the most important discipline in this world. What do we get by riots? Burned buses, feary streets and violent, frenzied mobs killing human beings like animals. If the social sentiment his hurt, will it be pacified by burning tyres and ransacking shops? What harm has the mall owner done when he gets broken windows and empty lobbies? You might be passionate about something or have an undying faith in somebody, but the thing important is to keep your head above your shoulders. " Nazdiki phayda dekhne se pehele, dur ka nuksan sochna." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I remember reading the following lines, but dont know whose's they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;" Ah Fate! Lets you and I conspire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To end this sorry scheme of things entire."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pick the pieces of that broken heart and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;remould them nearer to an heart's desire."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115253691598605695?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115253691598605695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115253691598605695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115253691598605695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115253691598605695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/07/discipline-and-world-cup.html' title='Discipline and the World-Cup'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115233747094713913</id><published>2006-07-08T11:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T14:48:55.420+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Googled!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I just realised , What I am? I am a "mouse potatao". You didnt understand? Well then just "google" it. Ok, now I will stop talking in riddles. Apparenlty, Merriam-Webster's have come up with a new set of words that have made to the international dictionary this time around. Subsequently, Mouse Potato is a person who excessively spends his time on the computer. Well not literally "on the computer", but accessing the same. Apparently, Google has turned into a verb. It means-find the information you need by searching the same in the google search engine. That's simply cool. Hope I will not be bangalored for this. :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today I read a t-shirt quote: " Marraige needs committment, so does insanity." That's hillarious and true to the very root. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115233747094713913?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115233747094713913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115233747094713913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115233747094713913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115233747094713913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/07/googled.html' title='Googled!'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115226084774106971</id><published>2006-07-07T13:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T14:47:49.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Steel and Outsourcing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The steel industry is fortyfying themselves from the spree of hostile/congenial take-overs that are happeneing. Even sabbotaging the moves for a possible Merger and Accquisition. The Arcleor take-over has kickstarted this and Tata Steel is looking at increasing it's current share in the company. Mittal lands in Orissa today to check the possibilities. I guess now everyone including, Nippon, Servestal et al should sit back and think. Instead of fortyfying themselves and going in shell, they might join hands with the fraternity. If you look at Mittal, he is strong in Southern America and far-west part of Europe. Arcelor in the same manner, has stong foothold in Europe. The geographical overlap being minimum, comptetion may not be that cut-throat. The consolidation will result in something more beneficial.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kudos to HCL for inking the biggest out-sourcing deal to date with some insurance company ( i dont remember the name!). The deal is pegged at approx $700 Million. Huge money!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I fininshed "Veronika decides to die." One of the greatest books I have read. It teaches you how to live life to the fullest. Imagine if someone told you that you are going to die in 4 days. How would you live? Will you care what the society thinks or does of your actions? I wouldnt certainly. You will go where your heart takes you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to contradict what I have written in my last post. It's the other way round, the brain tell you what is correct, but the heart tell you what is right. More often than not, if the correct feels right, the right can never be wrong. So do what your heart says, but not at the cost of your principles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115226084774106971?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115226084774106971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115226084774106971' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115226084774106971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115226084774106971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/07/steel-and-outsourcing.html' title='Steel and Outsourcing'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115218116847508366</id><published>2006-07-06T15:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T14:45:01.580+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Scarp Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are somethings in life that I will never understand. Why there is a traffic jam? Why we cant say what we want to say? Why on Orkut do people add friends and never post a scrap for them? Why cant we reply to e-mail or chats then and there it self?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you understand it? Please do let me know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I write this, I remember seeing one of my favorite movies "Crash". It beautifully depicts the situations in which no individual is good or bad. There are the circumstances that make him behave the way he behaves. So now can you blame your ex for ditching you when all you wanted to do was "ghane ghane laton mein zindagi bitana?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the way, Veronika is still exploring her last 24 hrs of her life. I dont know why, but that book uptil now has taught me some ground relalities about life and helped answer some of the questions that always baffled me. Though not the above one's, I always used to think what is madness? Its the way people perceive it. But as Paulo puts it " Its the inability of the individual to communicate what he feels." So true. You spoke to god that day, right? Did someone call you mad when you told them? They ought to. In the same way as Newton was called, so was Leornado Da Vinci, Monet, Fauja Usman (A 90 year old guy who won a marathon) and lately, Laxmi Niwas Mittal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115218116847508366?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115218116847508366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115218116847508366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115218116847508366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115218116847508366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/07/somebody-scarp-me.html' title='Somebody Scarp Me!'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115209010443998488</id><published>2006-07-05T14:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T14:43:44.646+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Mumbai Rains</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its deja-Vu of 26/7/2005 in Mumbai. The rivers are clogged and so are the drainages. Though the goverment is a little organised and prepared this time around, still the fear rests. Holidays are also raining as people are adviced to stay in doors.Though the banks are open and so are the ATM's (phew!). They are claiming to have about 85 water pumps as opposed to 25 last year. Seriously in these day's I think I am fortunate enough to live where the life rarely gets "interesting". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, or rather early tomorrow IST. France takes on Portugal head-on for the place in the semi-finals of the world-cup. The Italy-Germany match was awesome. Though I watched it till half-time only, heard the Del-Piero's goal in the last 1 minute of the match. Just thinking on the same lines what goes in to make a hero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heros are not momentary. They have the ability to push even when they hate what they are doing. I contend with the conventional line " Do what your heart says." We should listen to our hearts. But more often than not, heart is what is correct but not necessarily right. Its the brain that tells us to move on and do something when we dont want to. Remeber the times when you didnt want to study. Your heart says "sing with the rains." but your brain says "study, because thats what will help you to climb up the chains."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115209010443998488?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115209010443998488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115209010443998488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115209010443998488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115209010443998488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/07/mumbai-rains.html' title='The Mumbai Rains'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115199851972844158</id><published>2006-07-04T12:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T14:42:35.223+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Veronika Decides to Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Private Equity and VC investements touched a whooping 3.4 bn $.That too in the first 2 quarters of the year. I think India is really on the global road-map. But the flip of side is, is it really? You look at the drainage systems in Mumbai, the infrastructure in Bangalore and Pune. Do you feel India is internationalizing? I dont, seriously. The petrol have touched sky-high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Manmohan singh says that route to prosperity is through the rural areas. But here the farmers are committing suicides! Now they want to come up with something called "Corporate Farming." I think these guys should just leave the jargons aside and start something at the ground level. Agriculture revolution is what is needed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Talking about revolution I came up with an interesting concept. I guess all revolutions are started by Parties. Parties as in gala affairs or get-togethers. Ironically, what is you think that is best might soon become what is worst. Then shall we term as anything that is best in our lives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A 24 year old girl. Beautiful, intelligent and normal. Veronika. One fine day she decided to commit suicide and lands in a mental asylum. There the doctors tell her she has only 4 days to live. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the brief synopsis of the Paulo Cohelo's book "Veronika decides to die." I am currently reading it. Sounds boring doesnt it? I thought likewise at first. But I am 80 pages through and loving it. It has all the ingredients to come into one of my favorites. Think about this sentence from his book and let me know if you can decipher it: "It doesnt matter who is correct, it only matters who is right."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115199851972844158?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115199851972844158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115199851972844158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115199851972844158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115199851972844158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/07/veronika-decides-to-die.html' title='Veronika Decides to Die'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30028494.post-115191476000921725</id><published>2006-07-03T13:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T14:40:53.833+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today the quota discussion took a new turn as the goverment is saying to exercise it as soon as possible. So the innuendo starts this year itslef. 54% increase in the total seats has been affirmed. I dont know what good is going to come-up. The average quality of the education is definately going to go down. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its started raining cats and dogs in Pune. In Mumbai they are fearing 26th July redux. I hope nothing of that sort happens...god forbid! Though one person has already lost his life after he got washed away at the Worli sea-face.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I write this remember an ancient chinese curse "May you live in interesting times." Do you think we are? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An after thought on the theory of motivation. It says needs are the greatest factors in motivating an individual. I disagree. I think that the wants are the greatest factors. We dont live for the needs. Our needs can be counted on the finger-tips. After the stereotyped "Roti, Kapda, Makan" comes the need for socialising and self-actualisation. But do these factors motivate us to become what we are?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We thrive for what we want and not what we need. I want to wear a Levis. Hence I must work hard and earn money so that I can go and buy it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's my motivation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30028494-115191476000921725?l=addjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115191476000921725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30028494&amp;postID=115191476000921725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115191476000921725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30028494/posts/default/115191476000921725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addjosh.blogspot.com/2006/07/interesting-times.html' title='Interesting Times'/><author><name>Adwait</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043394480146252687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cU3os432c5g/R4YaTICErSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FysGp0sa2lU/S220/wall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
