<?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-6614685558211631708</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:15:06.278+05:30</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='When I had nothing better to do'/><category term='I&apos;m feeling good'/><category term='Vote'/><category term='Doctor'/><category term='Technology'/><category term='Musings'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Cricket'/><category term='Boring'/><category term='Nothing'/><category term='song'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Loneliness'/><category term='Thanks'/><category term='Just Masti'/><category term='Unhappy'/><category term='Looking back'/><category term='Google'/><category term='Friend'/><category term='Random rantings'/><category term='Despo'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Confusion'/><category term='Pissed off'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Arbit'/><category term='Quotable quotes from yours truly'/><category term='Books'/><category term='Girl'/><title type='text'>Daily Enlightenments</title><subtitle type='html'>For a change, a place where I think before I blabber!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-7166214931351221384</id><published>2011-10-30T00:22:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-30T00:28:23.665+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arbit'/><title type='text'>My first song-The date in the desert</title><content type='html'>Come..&lt;br /&gt;with me&lt;br /&gt;to the sands of time&lt;br /&gt;where&lt;br /&gt;I see back&lt;br /&gt;in the realms of history&lt;br /&gt;that you.. shall be mine&lt;br /&gt;OH..ooooooo&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.mmmm..mmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;And then&lt;br /&gt;aa....aaa.. Oohh&lt;br /&gt;I see you.. coming down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;mhmmm.. mhmmm...&lt;br /&gt;wearing a lovely dress..&lt;br /&gt;and a b'ful smile&lt;br /&gt;mhmmm...&lt;br /&gt;mhmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;purposeful gaze&lt;br /&gt;ahaan&lt;br /&gt;those red rose lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I dunno.. the lady seems so right to me&lt;br /&gt;Just so different.. But just right for me&lt;br /&gt;Hey God..&lt;br /&gt;Are you there&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me.. Get this lionesss into my lair&lt;br /&gt;Hey God&lt;br /&gt;Are you there&lt;br /&gt;What I dnt get is why I can't be there&lt;br /&gt;with her&lt;br /&gt;right now&lt;br /&gt;Mhmmmm...mmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what's got into me lately. I dunno what I've been doin'&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl seems to be making my life sweet hell&lt;br /&gt;She comes down.. down the stair&lt;br /&gt;the purposeful gaze still very much there&lt;br /&gt;Says.. Hey sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been..&lt;br /&gt;Plants a kiss&lt;br /&gt;melts my heart&lt;br /&gt;n I go.. yeah.. life has been mean&lt;br /&gt;Come, with me.. To the land&lt;br /&gt;so distant and far&lt;br /&gt;Come, with me.. away from the distance tht's been cruel n sour&lt;br /&gt;be close to me&lt;br /&gt;and hold my hand tight&lt;br /&gt;it feels simply right&lt;br /&gt;walk with me... to the land so far&lt;br /&gt;talk to me with those eyes starlit like the bride at the altar&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. my.. Says she.. clasping my hand&lt;br /&gt;Hugging me tight&lt;br /&gt;she says it's so right&lt;br /&gt;the desert.. so cold.. so mean reminds of the times&lt;br /&gt;when we were.. so distant&lt;br /&gt;be with me. shrieks my heart&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes seems so kind when she seems to hear it yearn&lt;br /&gt;be with me.. shrieks my heart&lt;br /&gt;Come let's fight this desert and let the times turn&lt;br /&gt;Be with me shrieks her heart..&lt;br /&gt;The hugging body seems so tight and right..&lt;br /&gt;be with me shrieks her heart..&lt;br /&gt;I could melt in your arms.. I feel so light&lt;br /&gt;I saw the most distant, yet the closest anegl in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;The kiss, the touch, the feel, the hug.. Come let's make true al those lies&lt;br /&gt;The date, in the desrt.. I never knew it'll be so right&lt;br /&gt;The sands on the land, the sands of time.. Yeah.. Even I feel light..&lt;br /&gt;"Am with you" shrieks her heart..&lt;br /&gt;The love in her eyes makes my smile go wide&lt;br /&gt;"Am with you" shrieks my heart&lt;br /&gt;The look in my eyes makes her blush and tide&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..mmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Mhmmmmm... MHmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;The date in the desert&lt;br /&gt;Ohooo&lt;br /&gt;The mean desert&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-7166214931351221384?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/7166214931351221384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=7166214931351221384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/7166214931351221384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/7166214931351221384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-first-song.html' title='My first song-The date in the desert'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-5241753207375209280</id><published>2010-11-02T18:57:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-02T19:08:12.714+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>इरशाद</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TNAUCdlKr4I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/J8uA1qiuRBQ/s1600/980_IMG_0009aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TNAUCdlKr4I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/J8uA1qiuRBQ/s320/980_IMG_0009aa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534945974571151234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;है हर तरफ से आ रहा इतना प्यार, &lt;br /&gt;फिर भी है दिल को उस एक की दरकार|&lt;br /&gt;उस ओर भँवरे बिना तनहा वो फूल.. &lt;br /&gt;यहाँ तू बीते लम्हे में मुश्गूल||&lt;br /&gt;तन्हाई की ओढ़ में न छुप तू.. &lt;br /&gt;इतने प्यार से न डर तू|&lt;br /&gt;ज़िन्दगी तुझ पर भी है मेहरबान..&lt;br /&gt;हैं तेरे भी इतने कद्रदान ||&lt;br /&gt;भूल न तू- इन्सान को दूजे की थाली हमेशा सुहाती!&lt;br /&gt;समझेगा तू कब  नादान ए दिल... कसे मुट्ठी में मिटटी नहीं समाती!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-5241753207375209280?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/5241753207375209280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=5241753207375209280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/5241753207375209280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/5241753207375209280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='इरशाद'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TNAUCdlKr4I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/J8uA1qiuRBQ/s72-c/980_IMG_0009aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-7345785162186926318</id><published>2010-09-07T12:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-07T12:28:02.312+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotable quotes from yours truly'/><title type='text'>Quote #?</title><content type='html'>Intelligence sucks more often than we realize it does!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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#?'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-1823241469212947324</id><published>2010-09-03T21:38:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-03T21:43:10.343+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arbit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotable quotes from yours truly'/><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>Even when you understand a lady- she'll be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Miss-understood &lt;/span&gt;. :) As for the married lot-well, they whould know better :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-1823241469212947324?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/1823241469212947324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=1823241469212947324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/1823241469212947324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/1823241469212947324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2010/09/even-when-you-understand-miss-shell-be.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-4101189735682803203</id><published>2010-08-11T01:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-11T01:08:02.019+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arbit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotable quotes from yours truly'/><title type='text'>To hell with heaven</title><content type='html'>Why do we think that we’re too good? We observe some things and think that our goodness shall be accorded with the highest ratings in the account book “up there”. We never consider the possibility that there could be a ‘down there’ for us too. :) The fact that we are aware of our “goodness” indicates that there has to be a false dichotomy. Let’s not be &lt;a href="http://wordinfo.info//words/index/info/view_unit/1/?letter=B&amp;spage=3"&gt;the blind men who felt an elephant&lt;/a&gt;. There may be very few seats to which perhaps too many “good” people might stake claim  and we might find a thug go and win the most coveted trophy as we’ve all too well known in B-School admission procedures. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGGqF35T-kI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Fexm30CBZok/s1600/elephant-with-blind-men.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGGqF35T-kI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Fexm30CBZok/s320/elephant-with-blind-men.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503867237503859266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post Script: I’m not the wise guy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-4101189735682803203?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/4101189735682803203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=4101189735682803203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/4101189735682803203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/4101189735682803203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-hell-with-heaven.html' title='To hell with heaven'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGGqF35T-kI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Fexm30CBZok/s72-c/elephant-with-blind-men.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-7874175600526067237</id><published>2010-08-05T13:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-05T13:30:24.037+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Long time-No see</title><content type='html'>It is important to have a platform to express yourself. I returned last night from Jaipur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# My long cherished dream of seeing a replacement for 'Horn-O.K.-Please' was finally realized when I saw "Blow Horn" behind a couple of trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# I saw a corpse in a pretty mutilated form as the guy was crushed under a tanker and was beheaded as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# I'd two of the best and most exhausting interviews at Futures First the night before yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# I confirmed my rejection 10 minutes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# The confirmation of rejection is much better than the sword of Damocles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*peace* ?- Not yet. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-7874175600526067237?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/7874175600526067237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=7874175600526067237&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/7874175600526067237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/7874175600526067237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2010/08/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time-No see'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-6328156668030040670</id><published>2009-10-02T14:37:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:17:28.881+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you must have noticed (or not to your bliss) I'm not hell bent on posting every time I slip on a banana peel. It was not purposeful, I'd been busy with semester exams and was facing a writer's block too. I still am! But The visits on this page has increased by more than 400 despite no activity. Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectations have really grown of late and I'm trying to keep up with it. Thank you people for the belief in me. But I would be lying if I say I don't feel the butterflies. :-) and for the less knowledgeable junta, it's not about posting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd watched my first late night show yesterday- What's your rashee? Something I'd been looking forward to doing for long.&lt;br /&gt;More's there in the list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Nowadays just focusing on doing what I love, doing what I should and avoiding what I must! There my day gets over!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, as I've started to vent out lesser trash, I see more and more people jumping into blogging! *An objective statement!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my garbage. Thank you for reading patiently. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-6328156668030040670?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/6328156668030040670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=6328156668030040670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/6328156668030040670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/6328156668030040670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-you-must-have-noticed-or-not-to-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-7343768838335652170</id><published>2009-09-17T21:57:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-11T14:58:56.760+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Looking back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When I had nothing better to do'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Not exactly hibernation- but nowadays I'm trying not to talk trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ambles, hic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-7343768838335652170?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/7343768838335652170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=7343768838335652170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/7343768838335652170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/7343768838335652170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-exactly-hibernation-but-nowadays-im.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-149108272612079032</id><published>2009-05-08T14:04:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:33:24.269+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vote'/><title type='text'>Kya aapne apna amulya vote daala?</title><content type='html'>May 7, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The election day in Rajasthan.&lt;br /&gt;I would have been happy after I did all the pestering with the Jaago-re campaign, the awareness debates and the regular chats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't so. Because once again, I'd not figured in the voters' list. &lt;br /&gt;Then I thought of relieving myself by logging on to the net.&lt;br /&gt;Darn!he CPU wasn't getting switched on; I dismantled it, checked the few connections and it was still not working.&lt;br /&gt;Time for the visit to the computer guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10 o clock&lt;/span&gt;- Having done with the breakfast, dad and I set out on the access with the CPU in his hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes later, we  happily strode out of the computer shop as he'd fixed it without charging anything :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10:25&lt;/span&gt;- we pass the election booth on the way- Dad asks me to wait while he went and cast his vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next fifteen minutes, every passerby had his/her eyes fixed on me as I held the CPU in my hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kya bhai, kabhi CPU nahi dekha hai kya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure they must have, but it's not normal to see someone standing with a CPU in his hands by the main road side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10:40&lt;/span&gt; The ordeal ends and dad came out smiling. I thought he was also amused by the sight the couple made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, he gave me a card. And wasn't I surprised? It was my voter-id. He said it had just arrived. &lt;br /&gt;I jumped with joy but suddenly realized a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One could hardly figure out it was my photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spelling of my name had been tampered with yet again with this time "Nabishan" entering the records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move down, dad's name was also incorrectly spelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most shocking was my birth date!&lt;br /&gt;It said-&lt;br /&gt;Date of birth: xx.xx.1989&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? How on earth could they commit such a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;Is 'xx' a day/month?&lt;br /&gt;They didn't even guess any!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I was not born in 1989 :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to my surprise, my address has been spelled absolutely correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says, "It's not an issue- no one usually gets his name correctly on the card.Go, cast your vote"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rush inside with joy and they all stare at this young guy who was all so excited to vote :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The authorities confirm my identity, put the nail paint and off I go to the corner of the room where this fascinating machine lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick glance at the list of candidates and *ding*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Breaking news:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anish Nambisan has cast his first ever vote :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-149108272612079032?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/149108272612079032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=149108272612079032&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/149108272612079032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/149108272612079032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2009/05/kya-aapne-apna-amulya-vote-daala.html' title='Kya aapne apna amulya vote daala?'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-2294270311107548260</id><published>2009-03-27T15:29:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:18:06.767+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cricket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Masti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Getting Bored :|</title><content type='html'>Welcome to yet another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sigh, yawn!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lazy afternoon of Gudhi Padwa- all I know is that today's a holiday on that account.&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be losing the ability to write by the minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top issues I'll be ranting on today:&lt;br /&gt;1. Movies.&lt;br /&gt;2. Cricket :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;Amnesia!! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lest I forget more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dev D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A fantastic movie, great!, sterling stuff, kudos to Anurag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Holy F*ck! wasted my 150 bucks, what bull shit!, frustoo director&lt;/span&gt; were the only two extreme reactions I got from all the people who watched the movie. &lt;br /&gt;And also the comment that those who won't understand the movie will find it terrible. &lt;br /&gt;Buoyed by the challenge, yours truly undertook the mission. Halfway through the movie, I had a splitting headache though some parts were acceptably funny. Rest, the lesser I say, the better. &lt;br /&gt;They say, Indian movie watcher is not yet ready for this kind of movie. I say, I would never want to watch this genre of movies. I would still rate a Dil Chahta Hai or Chak De or Swades about 10 &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mount Everest&lt;/span&gt;s above this. Movies are about having a good time and the average movie goer doesn't waste 100 bucks to critically acclaim the movie. Everyone wants to have a good time. Long live Farhan Akhtar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A Wednesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget what I said about Dev D. :P&lt;br /&gt;Makes for an interesting watch for anyone who has never thought along the lines of '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;National integrity, anti-terrorism, and blah blah&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like it too much for precisely the same reasons I didn't like Rang De Basanti.&lt;br /&gt;But this one is a much better movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chandi Chowk to China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when you actually have nothing better to do than staring at a spider on the wall. And it's precisely in such times that you (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;despite knowing that the results will be catastrophic&lt;/span&gt;)opt to double click on a VLC file of Chandni Chowk to China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind numbing will be an understatement for what it does to the viewer in the first five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;I was left paralyzed and I'm unable to render anything on the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's worst punishment for supporting piracy.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it beats &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dostana&lt;/span&gt;!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take your eyes off that spider even if someone offers you 10000 bucks to watch this social menace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About cricket, yes!&lt;br /&gt;Appalling is the only word that comes to my mind when I think of the standards of commentary these days. I'd been in a hibernating mode for two years and when I started watching cricket again this month in Mumbai, commentary was a telling blow piling on the misery ball after ball. Selfish imbeciles have turned commentary into an ego chicken fight. &lt;br /&gt;And yes, Yousuf Pathan sucks big time. A ten year old can dismiss that guy. And yes, I've framed this opinion after having watched him bat in just three innings in all of which he smashed massive sixes. yet, I say this :|&lt;br /&gt;And his bowling- well everyone knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Having watched cricket in Mumbai reminds me that I'd made a good 5 day trip to Mumbai!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time with cousin and family.&lt;br /&gt;Visited a lot of places- Cool Malls, Sea Face, Planetarium, Local Trains, Dadar and other areas en route. Had great food too. :)&lt;br /&gt;Just that I miss having a girl beside me every time I go to Marine drive. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was the much needed break after exams :)&lt;br /&gt;Back to square one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm leaving you with a pic of a Tee-shirt I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/Scyy-DhqwsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/nhSkSbiB4VA/s1600-h/wowww.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/Scyy-DhqwsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/nhSkSbiB4VA/s320/wowww.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317822039185867458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great! isn't it? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;I love it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-2294270311107548260?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/2294270311107548260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=2294270311107548260&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/2294270311107548260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/2294270311107548260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-to-yet-another-post.html' title='Getting Bored :|'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/Scyy-DhqwsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/nhSkSbiB4VA/s72-c/wowww.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-5809708851218094700</id><published>2009-03-08T22:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:34:52.268+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pissed off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Circus</title><content type='html'>Nice to get back here.  I see that the posts haven't exactly been crashing like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recovered from the 2 months of exam fever day before yesterday and my mind has been exploring various possibilities since then to break free from the cob webs that have surrounded me. &lt;br /&gt;Came up with the first one last night- a trip to Mumbai . And the second idea struck my mind this evening when I saw a hoarding on the road- Watching a circus show.&lt;br /&gt;Wow! The fond but vague memories of childhood sailed across my eyes and I thought, why not? &lt;br /&gt;My dad and I set off and upon reaching the ground we found, not to our surprise, that there weren't too many people queuing up. Bought the best ticket (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;200 bucks&lt;/span&gt;) and struggled through the rush (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yes, however few the number of people may be, there will always be an unwanted scuttle at any place that could do with a peaceful line&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Having heard that there will be snacks and water on the offer inside, we chose not to go in with any food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up there were trapezes and the proceedings started in a languid fashion. I started seeing the signs in the first 5 minutes- scantily clad girls jumping around unnecessarily with some horrendous dance moves to complement the insipid music being played.&lt;br /&gt;The trapeze act was decent but for a couple of BIG bloopers. Never mind- that they put in so much and look so graceful is good enough. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mind you, they look graceful far up there performing those acts- the moment they get down to ground, you wonder how many days must it have been since they last took a  bath&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I literally yawned my way through the gymnastics and the dog and parrot shows.&lt;br /&gt;but something that started disturbing me in the gymnastics was the tender age of some of the children in there- some as young as 6 or 7 risking injuries.&lt;br /&gt;And that led me to wonder about the kind of lives these people might be leading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a water bottle meanwhile and as i opened the seal, I figured out to my horror that water was up to the brim as opposed to the standard filling where it is filled only till the neck of the bottle. Chose not to drink it. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;15 bucks&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came on the animals-horses, elephants. Gosh! How jarred they looked.&lt;br /&gt;In between, was some constant fueling of proceedings with ridiculously unfunny stuff from the jokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came on a stunning roller skates performance where the artists had really put their bodies on the line. And there came in again, a thought about CIRCUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are basically nomads where they literally survive through their days. With the number of people turning up to watch Circus declining by the day, their earning ain't getting any better. &lt;br /&gt;100 odd people to be fed and given pay; one injury and the medical guys give you a tough time. And who can forget the animals, their care. With some good intervention of the animal rights activists and all the restrictions they impose nowadays, the life of the manager clearly isn't bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children at circus not undergoing any level of schooling gets to you and semi-naked girls hopping around to catch attention is disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they still do it? &lt;br /&gt;*Perhaps it's still better than begging and living in the slums.&lt;br /&gt;*Perhaps because the security of being in the group. Exploitation is a major issue in our country. And trust me, the girls in there looked like the prostitutes they show in movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, the standards are appalling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a throbbing head ache half an hour into the show and through it. We actually left it an hour earlier and still we were among the last to leave. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we also took a pack of Lays (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;20 bucks&lt;/span&gt;) and a Jumpin (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Thus we wasted a total of Rs 255, three hours and a water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologized to dad for having suggested the insane idea :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I've decided that&lt;blockquote&gt; T&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hat was the last time I went to watch a circus show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a cool week in Mumbai now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-5809708851218094700?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/5809708851218094700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=5809708851218094700&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/5809708851218094700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/5809708851218094700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2009/03/circus.html' title='Circus'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-7712513729732740528</id><published>2009-01-19T01:21:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-19T02:30:07.846+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arbit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m feeling good'/><title type='text'>Discombobulated</title><content type='html'>As I am done with the vagaries and think of calling it a day, here comes a strange desire in me at one thirty in the night (or should you say, morning) to blog! Quite a puzzling period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days back I typed out a whole post, yet I chose not to publish it. :O Now that I've got absolutely nothing in my mind but utter disregard for the fate of the reader whose mind may be subjected to the utmost level of discomfort and confusion if he/she chooses to read this and not skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, getting to the point (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;which I seldom do and don't expect me to get to one in this post too&lt;/span&gt;), why am I typing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a time ( &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and it has been so for more than an year now, so nothing new about it&lt;/span&gt;) when conflicting theories add to the vagueness in mind and spice up wholesome misery for the thinker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Excellence, Family, Maverick, Sacrifice, Values &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above words ( &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;if you have noticed, are in alphabetical order and hence don't assume anything&lt;/span&gt;) have been central in my life for about 3 years now. And here a cliched phrase pokes its nose: 'You can't have everything!' Never have I justified all the five together. And perhaps there lies a flaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I recall a line once said by Sachin Tendulkar in an interview, "You can't miss things you've never done!"&lt;br /&gt;I'd read this more than 4 years back in an issue of Wisden Asia Cricket( A cricket magazine, for the uninitiated) and it still lingers in my mind where I wage a battle against its plausibility almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, there is a harmonic motion of thoughts that I fail to put in words.&lt;br /&gt;All I know now is that the coming 18 months will be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;momentous &lt;/span&gt;should I choose to stress on its importance. &lt;br /&gt;And irrespective of how I fare, what is important is that I get all those 5 words together and hence,gun down a debilitating notion that creeps into the mind amidst the wandering thoughts- SELF DOUBT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right! Now that it's becoming increasingly difficult for you to make any sense out of this post, I'll arrive at two points which shall be comprehensible to a rational mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Done with sessionals. For a change, I did well :)&lt;br /&gt;* Watched Slum Dog millionaire the same day sessionals ended. Found it not as good as it was hyped to be. The same as for Dark Knight as I said in an earlier post. Riveting nevertheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest, I choose not to ramble through a messy account of what I have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here comes the most awaited part :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for sticking till the end. That's perseverance for you. I know this post is in complete contradiction to the previous one where you might have been led to believe that I've changed for the better. But however sensible or senseless you may have found it to be, this post has served the purpose for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you Amigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-Don't worry if you don't know the meaning of the title. Neither did I until I hit upon it while searching for the weirdest synonym of 'Puzzled'. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-7712513729732740528?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/7712513729732740528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=7712513729732740528&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/7712513729732740528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/7712513729732740528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2009/01/discombobulated.html' title='Discombobulated'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-4643182720129927727</id><published>2009-01-13T01:24:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-13T01:25:48.698+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks'/><title type='text'>The importance of remaining silent</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-4643182720129927727?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/4643182720129927727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=4643182720129927727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/4643182720129927727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/4643182720129927727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2009/01/importance-of-remaining-silent.html' title='The importance of remaining silent'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-7290707781020959337</id><published>2009-01-10T17:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:37:10.229+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arbit'/><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I falter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;discovering myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; mood nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect any sane posts from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-7290707781020959337?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/7290707781020959337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=7290707781020959337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/7290707781020959337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/7290707781020959337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-3948135765823589723</id><published>2009-01-04T20:17:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:25:03.066+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arbit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m feeling good'/><title type='text'>A growing track</title><content type='html'>Kaise mujhe tu mil gayi- This track from Ghajini has been growing on me for more than a month now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fullhungama.net/Free_Indian_Songs/Ghajini-Ghajni/Kaise_Mujhe.php"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hoo hooo oooo..&lt;br /&gt;Hoo hoo hooo…&lt;br /&gt;Oooo..hoo…hooo..oooo&lt;br /&gt;Hooo hooo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaise mujhe tu mil gayi,&lt;br /&gt;Kismat pe aaye naa yaakeen,&lt;br /&gt;Utar aayi jheel mein jaise chand utarta hai kabhi,&lt;br /&gt;Haule haule dheere se,&lt;br /&gt;Gunguni dhoop ki tarah se taranum mein tum,&lt;br /&gt;Choo ke mujhe guzari hu yu,&lt;br /&gt;Dekhu tumhe ya mein sunu,&lt;br /&gt;Tum ho sukoon, tum ho junoon,&lt;br /&gt;Kyu pehle naa aayi tum?&lt;br /&gt;Kaise mujhe tu mil gayi, hoo hoo..&lt;br /&gt;Kismat pe aaye naa yaakeen, hoo hoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mein to yeh sochta tha ki aaj kal,&lt;br /&gt;Upar wale ko fursat nahi,&lt;br /&gt;Phir bhi tumhe bana ke woh,&lt;br /&gt;Meri nazar mein chadh gaya,&lt;br /&gt;Rutbe mein woh aur badh gaya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaa..aaaaa…&lt;br /&gt;Aaaa..aaaa….&lt;br /&gt;Hoo..hoo…hooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badle raaste jharne aur nadi,&lt;br /&gt;Badli deep ki timtim,&lt;br /&gt;Chedhe zindagi dhun koi nayee,&lt;br /&gt;Badli barkha ki rimjhim,&lt;br /&gt;Badlengi rituyein adaa,&lt;br /&gt;Par mein rahungi sada,&lt;br /&gt;Ussi tarah teri bahon mein baahein daalke,&lt;br /&gt;Har lamha, har pal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaa..aaaaa…&lt;br /&gt;Aaaa..aaaa….&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi sitar ho gayi,&lt;br /&gt;Rimjhim malhaar ho gayi,&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe aata nahi kismat pe apni yakeen,&lt;br /&gt;Kaise mujhko mili tum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have listened to it almost a zillion times and am yet not bored of it!&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-3948135765823589723?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/3948135765823589723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=3948135765823589723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/3948135765823589723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/3948135765823589723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2009/01/growing-track.html' title='A growing track'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-122533321472639077</id><published>2009-01-03T21:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:28:16.580+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><title type='text'>Blogs merged</title><content type='html'>Google rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger has introduced a new stuff called merging where you can merge the contents of your multiple blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tailor made for a person like me *chuckle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The import and export of blogs is also a very useful feature :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've used it and now some posts of my previous blog are now on this blog too :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those interested may go through them :-D :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-122533321472639077?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/122533321472639077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=122533321472639077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/122533321472639077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/122533321472639077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2009/01/blogs-merged.html' title='Blogs merged'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-1091520949796983055</id><published>2009-01-03T20:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:19:05.518+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unhappy'/><title type='text'>'No exam' blues!</title><content type='html'>The first three days of the new year haven't been very pleasant till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day, for the first time (at least in my college life), I was getting paranoid about not having studied anything for exams despite the fact that I never start studying at least 48 hours ahead of any semester exam. And I always do well ( well, almost :-D) And this, for a sessional! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got over it somehow last night by having dinner twice and hunting down the syllabus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swept two chapters in Integrated Circuits ( Mind you, I set a record for having started so early and now I'm almost sulking) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning, I made a trip to college ( as a ritual) and then got some topics marked by Arun ( the man is an angel) and returned home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took up the book- aah! Too easy! Lunch followed by surfing the net and an hour of NFS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got a call at around five to get to the hostel- did so and found that our sessionals had been postponed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blogger returned home; loafed around and now is again in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-1091520949796983055?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/1091520949796983055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=1091520949796983055&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/1091520949796983055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/1091520949796983055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-exam-blues.html' title='&apos;No exam&apos; blues!'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-1898249157214319262</id><published>2008-12-31T19:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:50:03.246+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Looking back'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phew!!&lt;br /&gt;Another year has rolled by and armed me with lots of experiences. &lt;br /&gt;Bodh-2008 unarguably gave me the best moments in this time. The camaraderie, the challenges, the fun and the sheer hard work was phenomenal. &lt;br /&gt;Travel was on the lower side this year. Still, made a couple of trips to Kerala, an Udaipur one and a short stay at Bangalore. Was as bored as a snail in the Udaipur one; the south ones were rocking!!&lt;br /&gt;I would say that I’ve got to know myself better in this period.&lt;br /&gt;But apart from these things, this was a terrible year&lt;br /&gt;Academics took a backseat (it has been for two years now; but something’s’ amiss and I’m not liking it) &lt;br /&gt;The year was verrryyyyyy boring :( :( &lt;br /&gt;Things have been very dormant; I’ve been idiotic, remained in a cocoon and messed things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I change for the better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-1898249157214319262?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/1898249157214319262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=1898249157214319262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/1898249157214319262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/1898249157214319262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/12/phew-another-year-has-rolled-by-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-1883366058196767416</id><published>2008-12-31T19:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:46:41.440+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m feeling good'/><title type='text'>Ghajini</title><content type='html'>What can I possibly say about this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's done a simply fabulous job! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;though Ghajini could have been more malicious!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it (despite all the Rajnikantity in it :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go for it!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-1883366058196767416?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/1883366058196767416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=1883366058196767416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/1883366058196767416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/1883366058196767416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/12/ghajini.html' title='Ghajini'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-7691527478213140768</id><published>2008-12-29T15:08:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:11:05.662+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pissed off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Despo'/><title type='text'>Very very very angry!!!</title><content type='html'>Never trust anyone to do a job which you could have done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been dying to watch Ghajini for 5 days now and the qualified morons I'd chosen to watch the movie with screwed their plan (which never existed in the first place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First rate imbeciles!! :x :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all people I know, some aren’t interested now and the majority rest have already watched it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really pissed off!!! :x :x :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughghghghghghghghghghh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Koi mujhe is duniya se bachao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God grant me the calm not to kill those people and the place to hide the bodies of those I've already killed.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6614685558211631708-7691527478213140768?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/7691527478213140768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=7691527478213140768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/7691527478213140768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/7691527478213140768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/12/very-very-very-angry.html' title='Very very very angry!!!'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-3500745118865312370</id><published>2008-12-22T11:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:28:51.863+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pissed off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor'/><title type='text'>Spectacle dilemma</title><content type='html'>And Anish learns yet again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Sunday morning-I get up and realize that this is the first Sunday in a loong loong time that I need not go for Debating Club meet. The meets are over for this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to sleep and get up again at ten after dad literally yells for the hundredth time!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast, movie, Lunch, Movie, LT&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly i discover it is evening four-thirty!!! dad's appointment with the Ophthalmologist. As we leave, neighbor asks me to get my eyes checked too for my muscle power. I say, yay!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we go...&lt;br /&gt;Dad's tests were dragging. I actually dozed off for fifteen minutes. I wake up to realize it is six thirty and dad has another test to go. I too take an appointment to get my eyes checked just like that. Moreover, it'd been 20 odd months since i last got my eyes checked. I might have my lens power increased. So, why not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as soon as I register, dad is done with the test.Damn!!&lt;br /&gt;And then there was a looooooooong wait including three peeks into a weird machine, tests for power of lens, and five sets of eye drops!!&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes were burning like they would if chilly paste was put into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cursing myself for having got into this mess.&lt;br /&gt;It was already eight o clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I was called in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brace up, ready for my new increased power(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;of lens&lt;/span&gt; :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the first thing doc says(asks rather!) is,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anish! Why do you wear such high powered lenses&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was baffled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I get the shock of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told I was wearing -2.75 powered lenses where only -1.75 ones were needed!!!&lt;br /&gt;I confirmed thrice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized that the last time I got my power changed I'd taken the word of an optician only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry, relieved, screwed, all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My medicines and new specs took up all the money we'd brought!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, because of the five sets of drops, my vision was blurry and had difficulty driving back home. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to home, exhausted, relieved and with empty pockets :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd not been to Moti Mahal- The tandoor trail, for a loong time.&lt;br /&gt;It's really  a fine chain of restaurants in India. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a hearty dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;Returned home very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of posting last night, but decided to rest my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blogger is all fine now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-3500745118865312370?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/3500745118865312370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=3500745118865312370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/3500745118865312370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/3500745118865312370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/12/spectacle-dilemma.html' title='Spectacle dilemma'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-8714830680316442067</id><published>2008-12-21T16:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:59:39.891+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'day!</title><content type='html'>:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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B&amp;#39;day!'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-8412070327613839872</id><published>2008-12-21T16:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-21T16:13:28.178+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-8412070327613839872?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/8412070327613839872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=8412070327613839872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/8412070327613839872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/8412070327613839872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-bday-to-listless-yet-vibrant.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' 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href="http://images.play.com/covers/4986679m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://images.play.com/covers/4986679m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, an impeccable work by the genius. An easy read. Delightful to say the least :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Dostana &lt;/span&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/SUydqKrUpkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/VVoRgom3dz4/s1600-h/dostana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/SUydqKrUpkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/VVoRgom3dz4/s200/dostana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281769810744878658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I knew it was going to be a holy f*ck movie, yet didn't want to miss on getting together with friends. Plus there were girls ;-) Hence,  yours truly obliged and went along.&lt;br /&gt;This is the first movie where I ever got out of the theater while it was being screened. Damn! Seriously a brain numbing, no brains movie with carcass stupidity splattered generously. And people were laughing!! :O :O&lt;br /&gt;Priyanka in skimpy clothes was the only part that I thought would be worth at least 50 of the 150 bucks I spent for the movie. But even she didn't appeal to me :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the 80 odd minutes in the first half, I might have spent at least 25 near the snack bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in the second half, I got a girl to sit beside me and there on I didn't even know when the movie got over! ;-) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly a crap movie. Guess Tashan was better :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then watched some more on my comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mumbai meri jaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I didn't understand it. Watched it in 10 parts. A heavy movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quantum of Solace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! I expected more from a Bond movie. The action scenes seemed lifted from Casino Royale. Craig looked tired all through. The girls were :| The story also wasn't that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon get back the charm of the Bond movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Honestly, Casino Royale is the only Bond movie I actually liked&lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the hullabaloo went waste. It wasn't that great except Joker who stole the show. Damn cool performances. If you've got enough time to waste, go, watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I meanter say I never expected it to be this good. I threw away the book after reading just 50 pages of it. So put it on with zero expectation. Makes for a good watch. Get your popcorn and go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I've been battling with my nose for a month now. Caught cold twice!!&lt;br /&gt;The first one- when i returned from Kerala owing to the drastic climate change.&lt;br /&gt;The second due to the cold wave :x ( Damn Ankit)&lt;br /&gt;Still struggling with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between, I'd a wonderful birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed, some what :D&lt;br /&gt;Can say had fun :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met some old buddies, looking to meet some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest, as I said earlier, I feel good, blessed, gifted :)&lt;br /&gt;I feel closer to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;. And all those philosophical things repeated over and over. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes,&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to watch &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ghajini&lt;/span&gt;. I liked the corporate look of Aamir Khan in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rab ne bana di jodi&lt;/span&gt;- I didn't dare. That's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read somewhere else with the song changed to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sab&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mein rab dikhta hai yaara main kya karoon :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalo, as I said earlier I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to study and I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to study.&lt;br /&gt;But i know that i &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt; study. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it changes for the better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Tomorrow marks the first year when I entered the world of blogger, That's the 1st b'day of my profile. :) And I can say safely that this is the best blogging site B-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to google!!! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-263847083129226086?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/263847083129226086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=263847083129226086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/263847083129226086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/263847083129226086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/12/everything-is-fine.html' title='Everything is fine :-)'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/SUydqKrUpkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/VVoRgom3dz4/s72-c/dostana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-2446417339076521709</id><published>2008-12-06T13:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:35:49.627+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When I had nothing better to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arbit'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Twenty six days since I last posted and been through what not.&lt;br /&gt;Made a trip to Kerala again, turned up in a panel debate on NDTV :D, have been discussing a lot of things, been more focused ,  people very impressed with me, a lot of introspection and other things.&lt;br /&gt;I won’t bother to mention all of it here.&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was great; really enjoyed and will love to get back again. :) :D&lt;br /&gt;The mind’s full but I don’t have the stamina to write.&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s going really well. Just that I need to start studying well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-2446417339076521709?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/2446417339076521709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=2446417339076521709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/2446417339076521709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/2446417339076521709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/12/twenty-six-days-since-i-last-posted-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-8057830268290515556</id><published>2008-11-10T19:09:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:11:42.109+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pissed off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m feeling good'/><title type='text'>Kerala- wonderful trip, miserable travel.</title><content type='html'>Back!&lt;br /&gt;And with a bang! Or a phuss :-D  &lt;br /&gt;Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;Back from a Kerala trip. And boy, Wasn’t it great! Had a rollicking time and in between there’d been&lt;br /&gt;some tough moments too. Overall it was wonderful to get back to my people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some excerpts from my travel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Six feet syndrome- I just hate my height when it comes to travelling in a train. I just can’t stuff the whole six feet of me in those side berths in a compartment; nor can I lie in peace in any of the other berths. My feet get constant whacks from the passersby which robs all my sleep after sitting the whole day in utter discomfort. I end up losing my sleep and having severe neck and back pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** People acting funny in trains. All right! Now that’s not anything new! &lt;br /&gt;Complete chatterboxes who beat even me! :-D&lt;br /&gt;Pesky, very naughty kids running around and scaring away the last wink I could get. One of them actually came up to me and said, “Oye! Main tere ko sone nahi doonga!” And he made sure I didn’t sleep. He was some 4 years old. &lt;br /&gt;And why don’t I ever get a young (forget good looking) girl anywhere near me? :x  Every time I get only uncles and grandmas and naughty kids. No young soul. Ughghgh!&lt;br /&gt;Very untidy people! :x Spilling food and making the compartment as dirty and noisy as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Also, once as I was going to wash my hands, there was this girl who literally screamed in my face!! It almost got my hair standing! I stood there shocked for two seconds. Then I realized that she was actually warning a small kid who got up the side upper berth! Duh!&lt;br /&gt;And you can’t beat this one. This actually typifies an Indian passenger. This guy burped on my face!! Ughghghghgh. And no apologies :O  I washed my face five times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Romance with Coffee: I had several cups of coffee. Some 35 cups in the first three days;  most of them in train. And had it all the time in Kerala too. But I donlt understand why no one ever gets a full 150 ml of coffee in a 170 ml cup as written in the rules! Everytime I get some 120 ml in a 150 ml cup! Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Insipid food while going;  pathetic service while returning. God help the railway caterers. Wonder when they’ll learn to be courteous! Here also, they charged more than what is the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** And guess what? While I was returning, we had some guests waiting to welcome us. Hiding in some deep, dark, unknown spots. And as soon as we sat to have our food, we saw the first glimpse. And then on we had a tough time warding off every single one of them while eating, reading, sleeping!! The place was infested with cockroaches damn it! And this was a second AC compartment. Is this what the junta pays all that money for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a word about my trip: It was really memorable. The nostalgia, great sceneries, the people, great food- everything was just so special. Specially the food. Amazing! Both in Bangalore and Kerala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing: One should learn from the civilized people out there. I was just stunned by the sheer contrast between how things work here in Jodhpur and the way they do in Kerala.  People are much more aware and better mannered. An example is the railway reservation system. At both places, queues start forming at 2 in the morning. But the queue is maintained in Kerala when the shutter opens. And here in jodhpur, the queue is nonexistent by the time the guy comes to open the shutters. It’s just pushing, hitting and everything crap that you can imagine happening in a crowd. Just crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this done, when I returned home. I found yet again to my dismay that the place was ruled by rats while we were away. The fridge was attacked, the photo frames out of place, things here and there. My room was safe though :-D&lt;br /&gt;And we found that our landline number was changed to a stupid one and also wasn’t able to access the net all these days. Was confined to my home ( as usual :-P) reading a novel. It’s a good novel though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest, oh yes! &lt;br /&gt;I’m going back to Kerala on 20th :-D to attend my cousin’s wedding. Really looking forward to it :-)&lt;br /&gt;This was it from my side. &lt;br /&gt;Adieu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-8057830268290515556?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/8057830268290515556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=8057830268290515556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/8057830268290515556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/8057830268290515556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/11/kerala-wonderful-trip-miserable-travel.html' title='Kerala- wonderful trip, miserable travel.'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-1222612863446297339</id><published>2008-10-21T21:38:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:53:59.977+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m feeling good'/><title type='text'>Happy Deepwali :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/images/vjpatel/2006/10/23/deepavali_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/images/vjpatel/2006/10/23/deepavali_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khushnaseeb hoon main jo  tumhe dost paya hoon&lt;br /&gt;Hazaron se mila fir tumpe aaya hoon&lt;br /&gt;Aapas mein samjhe, dono khoob boojhe&lt;br /&gt;Diya jo jala kabhi na wo bujhe&lt;br /&gt;Mann karta hai har ek se jakar kahoon.&lt;br /&gt;Deepawali mane to aise mane, &lt;br /&gt;Warna aangan mein diye to khoob jalate hain&lt;br /&gt;par mann mein diya tale andhere ka kuch nahi karte.&lt;br /&gt;Kisi ke paas dost ho tum jaisa to koi samjhe.&lt;br /&gt;Deep aise ho to parv na hota teen din ka.&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi bhar ke liye deep jala laya hoon.&lt;br /&gt;Khushnaseeb hoon main jo tumhe dost paya hoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.coolfreeimages.net/images/friendship/friendship_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.coolfreeimages.net/images/friendship/friendship_06.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-1222612863446297339?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/1222612863446297339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=1222612863446297339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/1222612863446297339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/1222612863446297339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-deepwali.html' title='Happy Deepwali :-)'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-3433793240876340959</id><published>2008-10-07T14:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:59:46.242+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Book review again</title><content type='html'>Just finished reading a book recommended by everyone who has read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tuesdays with Morrie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/SOstUiNx7dI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ixDrYiD-W4E/s1600-h/tuesdayswithmorrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/SOstUiNx7dI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ixDrYiD-W4E/s200/tuesdayswithmorrie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254343221063052754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't like it too much. I mean it's a good piece of work but doesn't seem to be a life changing piece of literature; at least to me! The pain of the teacher, his sufferings and how he rises above it to teach his student, Mitch and so many others around the world, the greatest lessons of their lives has been well described. The way he looks at life in his final days, his understandings, theories, everything written in a lucid style. It manages to churn the emotions in some places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But in my opinion, it isn't that great as it is hyped to be. It might be appreciated, lauded, might have moved people to tears. But still, I feel it won't do any good to any person. Because such lessons in life can't be explained like this. You need to experience everything first hand to get the real gravity of things. Like there is sympathy and empathy- another aspect is living through it. The first hand experience which actually gives you real insight into things is the best teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus you don't find reading through things, you already know very well, interesting. Do you? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that matter I didn't like Rang De Basanti too. Coz it's something like- you have already thought about all this earlier and someone else copied your true script and put it in a less effective way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same with tuesdays with Morrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one can't deny that it'll make a great read for those whose thoughts never touched these lines. Not bad to buy one and go through.Cost me 175 bucks. Happy Reading! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-3433793240876340959?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/3433793240876340959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=3433793240876340959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/3433793240876340959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/3433793240876340959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/10/book-review-again.html' title='Book review again'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/SOstUiNx7dI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ixDrYiD-W4E/s72-c/tuesdayswithmorrie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-7848496774464105262</id><published>2008-10-04T14:43:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:53:59.978+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Looking back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arbit'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aa jaye pal jab banke toofani hawayein&lt;br /&gt;Cha jaaye zindagi par kaali ghata ke saayein&lt;br /&gt;andhera mitega, aisa khud se kehte jana&lt;br /&gt;yaad karna mujhe,aa jaaunga main&lt;br /&gt;in andheron ko mita na paoon to kya&lt;br /&gt;andar dhoop ki kiran to jaga doonga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aayegi zindagi mein fir bahar&lt;br /&gt;khila khila uthe phool jaise &lt;br /&gt;hogi jeevan mein nayi tarang waise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baad mein poochogi apne aks se kabhi&lt;br /&gt;ye janogi wo jo main tha; &lt;br /&gt;tum hi ho&lt;br /&gt;tum hi ho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-7848496774464105262?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/7848496774464105262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=7848496774464105262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/7848496774464105262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/7848496774464105262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/10/aate-hain-pal-jab-banke-toofani.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-5255135137536655809</id><published>2008-10-01T22:23:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:36:12.573+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pissed off'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in a mean mood as I am writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am frustrated with the pathetic services offered in different places in my city. Always pisses me off and leaves a really bad taste in mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what caused this to come up as a post is something I experienced umpteenth time and now deserves to face the wrath of my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to like Bank of Baroda a lot (partly because Rahul Dravid smiled through the hoardings telling us it’s really good and cares for its customers)  until I visited it today to collect my ATM card. The time was eleven o clock. The place was so crowded that I could barely step in; the rush was due to the submission of the receipts of some examination.  Never mind, the gentleman I first met affirmed my belief and gave me the PIN letter and he directed me towards the person who was supposed to give me my debit card. I knew I wouldn’t like this guy the moment I saw him. The usually super cordial guy that I am, I got a hideously curt (and low key as if he was almost uttering expletives), “Come after three o clock”. I thought I heard it wrong and confirmed twice (again yours truly was amazingly cordial perfectly understanding the great issues he might be dealing with at his workplace). Fine, three o clock it was.  I returned home, told dad when he came for lunch. He also was surprised at this response. He told me go back again at around four. I did! And to that polite question, I got the very same guy telling me to come after one hour and he walked away into some other room. Now this got up my nose. I was wondering if this is some bloody govt organization where these people have no accountability of their behavior or the so called great customer service; called dad. He, sensing I lost my temper, set upon a discourse saying I will deal all sorts of people. True! I thought, but in lame govt places like RTO, the collectorate office, not in a private bank.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, dad called up, I got two more such cold responses and I finally got to know that the person who was actually supposed to give me the card wasn’t there at all. He had gone out for a tea break!! Bloody hell. I waited patiently; reading a book. Finally, he also not being the kind of person aiming at making the customer happy, behaved almost the same way; but later on I realized that  suchwas his tone. Anyway, I ran out of that place as soon as I got the card. Came home and I’m writing it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this thing has always got up my nose as well as that of my brother. Good customer service is quintessential in getting your business successful; the feel good factor needs to be there. Now this problem isn’t there in Jodhpur only; I’ve seen this happening in many places in Delhi, Mumbai too. Ventures once successful stop taking care of the customers, don’t behave cordially and will do all sorts of nonsense that will get you angry; and a person like me who insists on good response will make sure that I recommend everyone against it and cause it maximum damage in business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prominent places in Jodhpur that I have some serious allergy with are:&lt;br /&gt;Ashok Vatika, a restaurant right near my home. The service used to be splendid once upon a time. Now, it’s crap.&lt;br /&gt;National Handloom, an epitome of shitty services that will make you feel like murdering the person who is supposed to show you the products and make feel like purchasing it( that is defining selling products as an art)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same applies to other places like grocery stores, dvd outlets and almost every venture that has tasted success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they forget though is- the moment they lose the magic connection with the customer; they are as good as dead. Something, the great entrepreneur Kishore Biyani has emphasized in his book, “It happened in India”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, some places which I love going to again and again are: Moti mahal, the tandoor trail; though on the wrong side of the expense graph, this actually defines customer service- the personalized attention that you get makes you want to go again and again despite it causing a deep hole in the pocket. Another place I would like to mention is the place I get my clothes dry cleaned from- Lovely Dry cleaners :-D  He is prompt, amazingly cultured, make s you feel good and has got really good work ethics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the issue has always been a pain in my neck. I wonder when the service industry will wake up to the fact that the customer decides their future and they need to keep him happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-5255135137536655809?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/5255135137536655809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=5255135137536655809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/5255135137536655809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/5255135137536655809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-in-mean-mood-as-i-am-writing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-8644481204726576379</id><published>2008-09-23T17:32:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:54:06.033+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Looking back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl'/><title type='text'>Dunno what's hapenning to my writing skills :O :D</title><content type='html'>Back! :-D&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was a topsy turvy week; (not by normal standards but yes it was! :P)&lt;br /&gt;As I said earlier, I went to attend Rendezvous 08 in IIT Delhi and boy wasn’t it fun!&lt;br /&gt;No it wasn’t!!&lt;br /&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;The place was full of couples and lukkhas (bole to guys like I ;-) With no girlfriend) Lukkhis were very few and they hung around together only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I didn’t like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** We were a gang of 30 odd ppl from our college. Almost of them split into couples! Left were some 8-10 lukkhas and all of them were participating in a play. So they got busy in there for the first three days. I rotted alone with my Nescafe watching some stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;** The help desk guys and the attitude of the people there in IIT-D.&lt;br /&gt;**  That  I took 2 T shirts from Sarojini Nagar market for 100 and 150 bucks. (More about it in the Palika Bazaar section)&lt;br /&gt;** My earphone got damaged yet again. Couldn’t hear the songs on my Go gear :-( &lt;br /&gt;** I took 4 pairs of jeans and that also didn’t suffice!!&lt;br /&gt;** Had to walk a lot in the campus. I actually liked it. But walking all the way back alone to the hostel at two in the night wasn’t fun.&lt;br /&gt;** That I didn’t have ( and I still don’t have) no girl friend!! :-x :-D&lt;br /&gt;** That I missed out on a couple of events I had targeted.&lt;br /&gt;** That my side of the board hadn’t got enough boric powder on it and this cost me three turns and eventually the match in my first round of Carroms ! :-(&lt;br /&gt;** The fact that there was just one internet café around and that too closed at eight thirty in the night! Moreover, the server was down for most of the time!&lt;br /&gt;** Forgetting the fact that I’d a mock CAT to take on Sunday!!&lt;br /&gt;** The overall confusion in the environment.&lt;br /&gt;** I had a balance of just Rs 6 when I returned home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I loved:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Nescafe Frappe- Cold coffee. Absolutely amazing! Swept me off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;** The Audi and Seminar Hall of IIT: A-grade!&lt;br /&gt;** The campus- lush green and lovely :-)&lt;br /&gt;** watching the girls ;-) &lt;br /&gt;** The fusion music performance.&lt;br /&gt;** The chane  bathure at the canteen. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;** Talking to my friend for two and half hours one night while my cell was on roaming!! :O And we talked till my balance got over!!  240 bucks- *poof* :-D But it made my day :)&lt;br /&gt;** Staying offline for such a long time! &lt;br /&gt;** The facilities available to the students  in the IIT hostels. Truly great.&lt;br /&gt;** Of course- the bathrooms in there:-P&lt;br /&gt;**  The break from my routine life.&lt;br /&gt;** The last day of the trip. Spent in the Palika Bazaar. A mind boggling experience.&lt;br /&gt;** Discussing the utility of Primary education in India with Abhishek. We were sitting on the ground outside the Seminar Hall. I never had such a purposeful chat in a long-long time. &lt;br /&gt;** The commitment of the students from other colleges. Those people were practicing at three in the night on the Basket ball court. Hats off!&lt;br /&gt;** The final debate on the Nuclear Deal.&lt;br /&gt;** Travelling in the Metro :-) :-)&lt;br /&gt;** Drinking lots of coffee; almost twenty+ cups everyday! :O :-D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the cult fest wasn’t a great experience. But  learnt a few things like the level of competition, commitment and camaraderie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few lines about Sarojini Nagar and Palika Bazaar:&lt;br /&gt;These places are a bargainer’s paradise. I had my eyes popping at some transactions that my friends managed. You need to think on your feet and be firm and you can get anything for almost any price.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some outstanding haggles:&lt;br /&gt;Quoted price Final Price&lt;br /&gt;2400-----------&gt;200&lt;br /&gt;1000-----------&gt;350&lt;br /&gt;800------------&gt;250&lt;br /&gt;350------------&gt;70&lt;br /&gt;The rest were very normal- 450 to 200 was the minimum.&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly isn’t a very effective haggler and so got cheated at a couple of places. :-(&lt;br /&gt;The shirts I bought were bought for even less by my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Rest, there were things like:&lt;br /&gt;Rs 30 for a cup of tea!!&lt;br /&gt;Rs 15 for coffee&lt;br /&gt;Rs 2 per Kg for belt (I was :O :O but didn’t go for it)&lt;br /&gt;An offer of buying pornographic CDs in front of a board banning the same!&lt;br /&gt;Whatever said, you need to be there to believe it. I was almost taken for a ride but my friends were the saving grace for me. Else as they said, chut**a banake chhod dete :-D &lt;br /&gt;Another thing, especially for people who read this blog regularly:&lt;br /&gt;Remember the girl I mentioned in Despo?&lt;br /&gt;I saw her again!! :O  :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;She was in that fest. Just came across her as she was standing to perform in  some competition (Actually as far as I remember she didn’t perform anything once she saw me :-D ) Yes! We did exchange glances! But I didn’t go for the despogiri again and went back to my Frappe ;-) :-D And she would have been mighty relieved:-D :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title says, something has gone wrong with the way i right!:( :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Will try and get back with something good :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-8644481204726576379?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/8644481204726576379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=8644481204726576379&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/8644481204726576379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/8644481204726576379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/09/dunno-whats-hapenning-to-my-writing.html' title='Dunno what&apos;s hapenning to my writing skills :O :D'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-6859449980369945111</id><published>2008-09-16T13:26:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:59:46.243+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Looking back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When I had nothing better to do'/><title type='text'>Books, Movies and the usual zany!</title><content type='html'>Boy o boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't I been busy!?!&lt;br /&gt;Or is the word negligent? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without any delay, here I go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm back to reading books nowadays. I've taken membership in a library *Happy* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Brethren&lt;/span&gt;' by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Grisham&lt;/span&gt; the last. I liked most parts of it; just that the ending was abrupt :O&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/SM9oXiilKRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MWx9MA9DUUY/s1600-h/0582453526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/SM9oXiilKRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MWx9MA9DUUY/s400/0582453526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246526844528044306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one was my first Grisham novel and I liked it till it reached the climax. It's almost the usual Archer stuff and I tell you Archer writes better. In here are three judges (The Brethren) in a prison who run a scam, a CIA chief who suddenly gets the info that Russia will attack USA and goes about turning around the presidential elections, too many homosexuals and the whole story is entagled in not so significant things. The suspense isn't very great. And it finally reaches a good point the author just rushes through the story!&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it doesn't make a very productive reading. I wouldn't recommend reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parker Pyne&lt;/span&gt;' was stolen!! :o :O :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.agathachristie.com/site/the_detectives/other_detectives/images/MjAwMC0tLTYyLS0tMTg=.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 278px;" src="http://us.agathachristie.com/site/the_detectives/other_detectives/images/MjAwMC0tLTYyLS0tMTg=.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is a decent one by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agatha Christie&lt;/span&gt;. Some good short stories and for a change, it isn't repititive. A happiness specialist Parker pyne goes about solving problems of people to grant them happiness; and he charges a very specific fee for that! :D&lt;br /&gt;I had reached its middle when I made the mistake of taking it to college. *poof* It was gone! One should read it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Three mistakes of my life&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chetan Bhagat&lt;/span&gt;. I threw it away after reading fifty pages of it. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm nowadays learning how to play guitar *all smiles*&lt;br /&gt;But mind you, it isn't easy at all. Your fingers start aching badly. You need to get the first and the third fingers at the correct places ( I know only this much as of now :-D) and also get the beats correct. Try doing that while reading the notes and there! You botch it up! :x&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will get over it soon :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving every moment of this though I get sweaty with nervousness and desparation while at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I started working out again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I discovered myself! :D&lt;br /&gt;My calling, were I want to be and almost everything :-D&lt;br /&gt;I'm convinced that I'm a technical dud. :D I'm convinced that I'll make a good manager :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I watched some movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaane tu ya jaane na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2420/2510933897_a482b1f2cb_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2420/2510933897_a482b1f2cb_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like it!! :O&lt;br /&gt;All right. Stop staring now! :D Though the performances were very good and the characters were well etched, the story dragged on! Rest, it was good. But I didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singh is King&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://movies.indiainfo.com/wallpapers/albums/singh-is-king/still1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 237px;" src="http://movies.indiainfo.com/wallpapers/albums/singh-is-king/still1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother warned me against it. Still I made the brave decision and went for it after a real messed up day. So, I liked it. I roll along comedy. I was actually laughing during the movie. A forget all stress movie. But had I watched it some other day, I might have loathed it! But full points for getting me back in mood :D&lt;br /&gt;My brother said, "tera taste jal gaya hai" I still laugh at it!! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the big one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROCK ON!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sawf.org/Newsphotos/Bollywood/RockOn/RockOnPosterMed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 411px;" src="http://www.sawf.org/Newsphotos/Bollywood/RockOn/RockOnPosterMed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! This is a lesson for all directors. I loved the way the script was treated. Everything appeared so real and the acting was very natural. The actors appeared to belong to the characters and it was real fun. Some people might say that it was a very bad mix of Dil Chahta Hai and Jhankaar Beats but who cares. I loved every moment while i was watching it. And the concerts! Just mind blowing. You committed a cardinal sin if you didn't watch it in a theatre!&lt;br /&gt;Go, watch it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest, the things I'm looking forward to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Read '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Prometheus Deception&lt;/span&gt;' by Robert Ludlum, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;/span&gt;' by Mitch Abloom, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Kite Runne&lt;/span&gt;r' by Khaled Hosseini and some by P.G. Wodehouse&lt;br /&gt;* Go to IIT-Delhi for Rendezvous-08&lt;br /&gt;* Learn how to play a guitar well! *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;*Study, for heaven's sake, for my semester exams!&lt;br /&gt;* Go to my Native place. God! I'm so exctied about going there :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I'm not so enthusiastic about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My fourth sem results. How I wish a cow ate up our answer sheets!&lt;br /&gt;* My fifth sem exams.&lt;br /&gt;* An electronics project that I'm supposed to work on with some even dud guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-6859449980369945111?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/6859449980369945111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=6859449980369945111&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/6859449980369945111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/6859449980369945111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/09/books-movies-and-usual-zany.html' title='Books, Movies and the usual zany!'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/SM9oXiilKRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MWx9MA9DUUY/s72-c/0582453526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-2158496591503911403</id><published>2008-08-26T13:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:31:32.298+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm desperately trying to keep myself engaged. :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-2158496591503911403?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/2158496591503911403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=2158496591503911403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/2158496591503911403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/2158496591503911403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-desperately-trying-to-keep-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-228897582387236924</id><published>2008-08-04T14:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-04T14:52:05.000+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When I had nothing better to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arbit'/><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>All of sudden, blogging seems to be the new common cold. Of late almost everyone who knows how to type has taken to it! If nothing else, post pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;You see blog links galore on orkut profiles, as status in g-talk. Everyone is doing it, including yours truly. But how come everyone has got the writing bug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I remember, there was no one in my friend circle who blogged when I took it up two years back. Those were the rediff i-land days where it was all dreary and I didn't even feel like posting on it. Anyway, I graduated to blogger last year. ( I don't want to get into all that :-P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen an upsurge in the number of friends who have taken up blogging, specially in the last two months. (You know that I'm referring to you only!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made you take it up dude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, it is great to see people blogging! Continue the cool work; you'll enjoy more in the coming days. Go through other blogs, see how creative people are. You'll really enjoy it!! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-228897582387236924?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/228897582387236924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=228897582387236924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/228897582387236924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/228897582387236924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/08/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-5717838187099697108</id><published>2008-08-02T20:00:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:35:09.587+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Looking back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Despo'/><title type='text'>Despo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I've gained a lot in the last two months, not so much so as doing anything, but by contemplation and some hands on experience.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The month of June started with a great confusion as to where I should undergo my internship. I weighed the options and chose to pursue it in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jodhpur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; only at a renowned farzi place. The lectures were sooo boring and so were the people; wait a minute!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here goes the first one:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this girl there (of a total of about 25 girls), with long hair, with some flamboyance, with aaa... I don’t want to get into all this. I'll come to the point. She caught my eye. Fine, we exchanged looks. All was fine but there was something about her. She seemed very familiar. First day, she sat in front of me; next day, I sat where she sat and she sat in the last row and I stared at her with my head tilted 270 degrees for most of that lecture (Please, I didn’t letch; letching is something that other people do to your sister when you go around with her). Yes, coming back, she didn't pay much attention to me. All through, I always felt that I knew her. Anyway, those days, I was reading this book, 'The Greatness Guide' by Robin Sharma, and in there was written (quite substantially, I'm just cutting it short!), that if you feel like doing something, do it! And I decided that night: yes, I'll talk to her and confirm whether I knew her or not! (Go Anish! Go!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next day, I went and sat alongside her!(What? :O) For the next three hours, I always got her to look at me for some or the other reason (this despite the fact that she shifted a seat away from me in the break!!). &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Like dropping a pen, drawing a cartoon, advising her with her cartoons ( arre bhai! Na jaan na pehchaan, kyun gale pad raha hai? :O &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kisi&lt;/st1:place&gt; ne poocha tere se ki yeh cartoon kaise banaye, uski marzi!!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Yes! I know I'm an idiot! Thanks for reminding once again)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the end of the three hour ordeal (lecture for me; lecture and I for her), as we all were getting out of the building, she was in front of me only and I don’t know what got me, I stepped ahead and asked:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Are you from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;jodhpur&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, I did it! After all that, I hammered the final nail in the coffin. Abbey ullu ke paththe! Agar wo tujhe jaanti, to itna sab jo tune gadhe ki tarah kiya usi time bata deti; why did you go and ask her!?! Aur poocha bhi to kya!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reply: (A curt)"No!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think I stayed there for some 5 seconds, not knowing what to say and someone called my name; I just turned away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As she was smiling at my sheer stupidity, the whole series of events leading up to it flashed in my mind. To her, I was this desperate guy who was looking to buld fraanship with her (or any girl!!!). Shit! Holy Fuck! How could I do this? Kya kachra ho &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;gaya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; yaar! Anish Nambisan! Congratulations! You are now a despo!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the line I used: "Are you from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;jodhpur&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For heaven's sake, why did I say that to start a conversation? Even the age old pick up line "Do I know you?" would have been a trillion times better!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The events followed as expected; everyone had a hearty laugh at my expense as I made vain attempts to prove my innocence. I later figured out her name (and trust me! I don’t remember her name now! It was something like Surbhi, Suruchi, Shurbi something like that) and that she was committed to some IIT guy. I spent the afternoon sulking over the aftermath but as usual was all fine by evening; chilled out with friends and stuff.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I finished reading the book and as I lay in my bed that night contemplating the events that occurred. I, in fact was feeling good about it! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I thought to myself: This girl will be there for only two more days as our lectured ended that day and there was absolutely no way we'll end up in the same group for making our project! Chill Anish! After all it's not every day that I'm labeled like this. Aisa experience bhi mangta hai zindagi mein ;-) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A couple of positives: I found out her name and I completed the mission- I didn’t know her :-D!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-5717838187099697108?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/5717838187099697108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=5717838187099697108&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/5717838187099697108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/5717838187099697108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/08/despo.html' title='Despo'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-1502039490415090962</id><published>2008-08-01T14:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-01T15:41:55.467+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Welcome aboard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my blog. This is my second one. Got bored of the first blog; it looked pretty much like me- boring, nowhere close to being neat and err.. No comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, it carried the usual idiosyncratic name- LISTLESS YET VIBRANT. I liked it a lot initially, but then thought- duh!  So many blogs like OUTPOURINGS OF A BELLOWING MIND, WILY BANTER, MALICIOUS MISERIES ( Okie! I made it up :-D), etcetera...  WTF!?! If you can't think of a cool witty title for your blog,at least don't make a mockery of it with such constipated ones!! No need to hunt the thesaurus for it! Keep it simple stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a break. I wont carry on with it. Plus it was a bit arbit. But it contained some good posts, some close to me ( as the ones who have read it might understand ). So I wont delete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it!&lt;br /&gt;HENCE, THIS BLOG! :-)&lt;br /&gt;It has a decent and relevant title(And trust me, i didn't pick it up from any other blog. Any similarity is just co-incidental!!), looks neat and what not! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;And the title speaks for itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get back with some posts soon. By the way, I think i posted something very relevant when i said that about the blog titles. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;TATA!&lt;br /&gt;BIRLA!&lt;br /&gt;AMBANI!&lt;br /&gt;NAMBISAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-1502039490415090962?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/1502039490415090962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=1502039490415090962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/1502039490415090962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/1502039490415090962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-aboard.html' title='Welcome aboard!'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-9173156862946870919</id><published>2008-07-10T14:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:59:39.921+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotable quotes from yours truly'/><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/SHXN9aeaRcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wswn6fx4xW0/s1600-h/angelstarlightth-238x246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/SHXN9aeaRcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wswn6fx4xW0/s400/angelstarlightth-238x246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221305797968545218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life pushes you so hard that you struggle to breathe; when it gets way too demanding and there is no one you can share it with, don't worry! You are only getting better. In the end, it is the man's character that counts. So cheer up and be happy. I am happy :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-9173156862946870919?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/9173156862946870919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=9173156862946870919&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/9173156862946870919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/9173156862946870919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/07/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/SHXN9aeaRcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wswn6fx4xW0/s72-c/angelstarlightth-238x246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-6507486166322681695</id><published>2008-07-06T19:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:59:39.934+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random rantings'/><title type='text'>CATting and sundry. This is not blogging!!</title><content type='html'>Caught a bad cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited Udaipur. Dad had an official visit; took me along. Wasn't great.  Pathetic infact!!! :-x :-x They got up my nose. Tell you these govt rules and regulations suck. Private rulzz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was desperate to get back as I had my first AIMCAT today at ten in the morning. Last night sucked as we set off from Udaipur at one in the night and the driver taking us at 80 kmph along a bumpy road. I hardly slept. We reached here at eight thirty and I was at my home by nine. ( Dad hadn't come; he stayed at the office. BUSY BEE! :|)&lt;br /&gt;Opened the door. Aah! Neat Drawing room; by the time I got to the wash basin; something hit my nose. Yuck. What is that? I opened my room and found a dead squeaker there. The mouse must have been dead for three days at least. Wow! what a wonderful start. I shut my room; sprayed my Wild-Stone all around. Phew! Some respite. Time- 0925 Took a bath somehow. All ready for the test. Time- 0940. Damn! I haven't had my breakfast. Went to the restaurant and almost had a squabble. Nay, budding managers don't lose their temper.. Good boy! Packed a Masala Dosa. Had it at home. Time- 0958. I sped away as a thousand genuine excuses flashed through my mind. Phew. I wasn;t the only person who was late. And the test was schduled to be held at 1030! Okie.. I am an optimist. I didn't utter anything. Smiled my way to the room. Damn tough LR- Wait minute. I am a genius in LR ( LOGICAL REASONING) Yeah.. Genius indeed. Managed to attempt 6 out of 30. Just a bit rusty. Did well in English and Maths. Smiled my way out of the room as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside-- Are yaar. Kya LR aaya tha!! Ek sawaal nahi hila! (What a LR section! Couldn't solve a question!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Happy me. Can blast the coming ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah Blah. Came home and usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aargh.. Why am I typing all this?? Getting too CAT specific. Trust me, I am not like this :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, getting back into the groove. Hope to keep posting.&lt;br /&gt;Phew!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-6507486166322681695?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/6507486166322681695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=6507486166322681695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/6507486166322681695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/6507486166322681695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/07/catting-and-sundry-this-is-not-blogging.html' title='CATting and sundry. This is not blogging!!'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-4391801004658555188</id><published>2008-06-30T19:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:59:39.947+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing'/><title type='text'>Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm</title><content type='html'>May 1st the last time I posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt crap all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams went by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read The Greatness Guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This.. Just to get back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-4391801004658555188?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/4391801004658555188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=4391801004658555188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/4391801004658555188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/4391801004658555188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.html' title='Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-8388238267073979473</id><published>2008-05-01T20:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:59:39.959+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Masti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random rantings'/><title type='text'>Thanks giving! and tata for May :-(</title><content type='html'>Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I not blog all this while??!! :-( *slap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a lot many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I secured an uber cool 78.84% marks in my third semester exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot to Mom, dad and all my friends and family members who have wished well for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;specially Jitendra, Arun, Anshul, Pramudit. These guys have been the pillars of my success. And they scored less than me!! *angry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except Pramudit of course; that guy's rocking mate. I mean, what do u call a guy who secures 87% in engg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom still takes care of me. Dad is happy with my marks. Bhaiyya and bhabhi are ecstatic. So is my friend Ankit, but surprised! :-D&lt;br /&gt;So, Thanks to all! I love you all. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i am not happy with the way I scored it.&lt;br /&gt;now fourth sem exams coming up on May 10th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time, I want to make sure, I do some justice to my potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that hard work thing to come into play!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to earn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in pursuit for hard earned success. this blogger wont be visible for a while. Excuse me for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be able to blog till June now :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for the good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-8388238267073979473?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/8388238267073979473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=8388238267073979473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/8388238267073979473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/8388238267073979473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/05/thanks-giving-and-tata-for-may.html' title='Thanks giving! and tata for May :-('/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-3964089909139235015</id><published>2008-04-07T11:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:59:39.970+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Masti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Jame Raho! You'll come to know why the name of the post is so at the end of it ;-)</title><content type='html'>Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Today is Cheti -Chand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what's that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, We have a holiday today.. :-) Who cares what it is for.. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. I woke up at eight thirty,, pretty early for a holiday morning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dosas for breakfast and went on a blog visit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a post on a blog (well there are many posts on too many blogs!! ;-) But bear with it right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to be more specific on Freshly Squeezed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was written there to try it on mine too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So doing it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All bout it is that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this list of questions and u play a playlist on shuffle mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song gives you the answer to a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose Hindi songs to do the honors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without any further cribbing, here I go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If someone says 'Is this okay?', you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ek ladki ko dekha to aisa laga (1942 a love story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lolz.. what was that? A bouncer on the first delivery..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would best describe your personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dard-e-disco (Om shanti Om)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ohkie.. but could have been better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chak De India (Chak De India)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What the..?  seems the answers are misplaced!! Anyway, let's go on.. I'll add my views bout it later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chal Chaiyya Chaiyya (Dil Se)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bingo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dil Se Re (Dil Se)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hmm.. Ohkie.. but perhaps absoluetly wrong.. Though i would fancy the scened in this particular song with SRK and Manisha escaping.. Quite romantic..eh? :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bijoriya Bijoriya (from the album Mausam by Sonu Nigam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What the..? It's getting Shit*y mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maine tere liye hi saat rang ke sapne chune (Anand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quite fine... I agree am like this.. :-) Wonder they think bout me so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Azeem O shaan shehenshah (Jodha-Akbar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lolz.. not exactly.. My parents aren't that strict.. :-D&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ek Ajnabi haseena se yun mulaqat ho gayi (Sung by Kishore Kumar.. Dunno the movie name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect!! :-)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aazmaale aazmaale (Taxi No 9211)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.. I'm quite prone to committing Silly mistakes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kal Ho na Ho (Kal ho na ho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okies... Chalega! Ya.. my attitude towards life is so.. Kinda Kaliedoscopic.. U See ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeevan Se bhari teri aankhen majboor kare Jeene ke liye (Safar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No comments&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love yet.. and there are too many people I like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yun Hi Chala Chal (Swades)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bingo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bholi Si Surat, Aankhon mein masti (Dil to Pagal Hai)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-) I would love such a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ab to aadat si hai mujhko aise jeene mein (Kalyug)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ya.. sorta.. As i told u.. I've never been in love..&lt;br /&gt;But yes.. I very much feel so.. nowadays.. miss u ma.. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do your parents think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Na Is pal ka, na kal ka pata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na koi shikva, na ab hai gila,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tere gum se, main har gum se,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hass ke mila :-)  (Movie- HatTrick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I believe so..:-) Bingo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fitna Dil (Shikhar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is getting better. Not so bad after all.. Is it? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mitwa (Lagaan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ohkie.. I'm fine with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Piya Haji Ali (Fiza)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bizzare!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kholo Kholo Darwaazen (Taare Zameen Par)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think of your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raat kali ek khwaab mein aayi ( Budhdha Mil gaya- A Dev Anand movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... not exactly :-P&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What should you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jame Raho (Taare Zameen Par)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I Completely agree!! You really need to stick to this one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it?? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! That's all on the offer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed it. Seems more like a comic movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. sinvce this was inspired from another blog, I won't write much on this post!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u enjoyed it too :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-3964089909139235015?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/3964089909139235015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=3964089909139235015&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/3964089909139235015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/3964089909139235015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/04/jame-raho-you-come-to-know-why-name-of.html' title='Jame Raho! You&amp;#39;ll come to know why the name of the post is so at the end of it ;-)'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-6027307132052029124</id><published>2008-03-27T20:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:59:39.985+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Masti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Fifty Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;1. I am a very honest guy and I like honest people. I hate it when people fake it. I'm &lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;true at heart and expect others to be true to me too. And I'm not lying!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;2. I am six feet tall( or is it five eleven?)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;3. The busiest day of my week is Sunday!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;4. I don't have tea. I am a coffee freak. And &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;MILO&lt;/st1:place&gt; too ;-)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;5. So it makes sense that engineering is not my cup of tea. Because if it is tea it won't be mine:-D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;6. I'm a typical Sagittarian which I've mentioned in About Me too. But if you meet me after going through a book that entails a description of Sagittarians, you are not at fault if you believe that it was the first chapter of my Biography.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;7. The toughest period of my life till now just went by. And it lasted four and half &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;years; 55 months to be precise. Well it was tough for everyone in my family and it was a learning period too. I don't fancy my life to get any tougher than this (i.e. if it can get any tougher!) Now I am in a rebuilding phase.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;8. I would like to believe that I am very intelligent (well an IQ of 140+ is supposed to be intelligent... right?) But I don’t want to be over confident at the same time which unfortunately I can't seem to avoid.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;9. I got selected in IIT-JEE 2007 after studying for four months (not in sequence!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;10. And I was in my first year of engineering at that time. Secured 74 percent marks in my first year. Another testimony to my intelligence.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;11. I study the least in my class and manage to get in the top ranks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;12. Well I told you I am boastful. Didn't I? But I did tell you that I can't seem to set aside my over confidence.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;13. But I couldn't solve the Rubik's cube! *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;14. I can talk the hind legs off a donkey! And I mean it. I can talk nonsense on and &lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;on and this has actually saved me a couple of times.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;15. Actually I also meant to say that I am a glib communicator. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;16. I am a good debater and orator.(which makes sense)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;17. My room's in a complete mess. I mean you perhaps can't get a dirtier room with things misplaced and books and clothes strewn here and there. Absolute clutter!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;18. I miss my school friends a lot.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;19. I love my family and miss my mom.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;20. I spend close to seven hours everyday on the internet.(Gosh!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;21. My dad just had a look at my blog:-D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;22. I like meeting new people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;23. I like Shahrukh Khan Movies. Also the ones starring Aamir, Hrithik, Boman Irani, Naseeruddin Shah, Ranveer Shourey( specially when he gets with Vinay Pathak), Rajat Kapoor, Saif Ali Khan and everyone who makes my day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;24. Okay I don't want to sound like I'm lying. I like the movies of Priety Zinta, Rani Mukherji, Priyanka Chopra,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Madhuri Dixit, Juhi Chawala and I love watching Katrina Kaif.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;25. I love Gayatri Joshi. God why did she get married?*angry*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;26. My life has got a lot better ever since I got a Broadband connection. Trust me, it's worth it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;27. If you are still reading this, I love you my friend!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;28. I aspire to make it big in life. Really big. And my friends believe that I will do it *all smiles*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;29. I a huuuggeee procrastinator. I dream BIGGGG but hardly act!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;30. Which does explain some of my failures*sob*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;31. I am a very responsible child and I took care of my mom really well. Love you ma!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;32. I wouldn't like anyone to go through what I have gone till now in life. Or for that matter what my parents have gone through in life. Specially ma.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;33. I love driving my Access -125.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;34. I just got a call from a dear online friend, Sneha. And I didn't talk to her properly (Hmph!) Sorry. See I got u a line in the post ;-)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;35. Didn't I say? I love all my friends!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;36. Now that this is turning boring  for you, let me tell you that this ordeal will end soon. Just that a few more things came to my mind.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;37. I seem to have taken a liking to managing and motivating people. Today only I preached thrre friends about PREPARING FOR CAT. :-D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;38. This does mean that I am somewhat intending to bell the CAT. I believe that it is my cup of tea. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;39. Just that I don’t act what I preach. No no, I'm not a bloody hypocrite! Just that I'm a very lazy guy. Remember the procrastination point?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;40. My room has its walls full of motivational thoughts which I don't even bother to take a look at.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;41. I would love to be studious! *chuckles* No; seriously! I know you don't believe that but you have to coz its D truth!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;42. But having said all that, I work really hard once I commit myself to anything! And I mean it. I still remember how hard we worked to make our tech fest a success. 16-17 hours everyday! (gosh!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;43. I just saw the Good Knight refill and I dare say that I'm yet to find an effective mosquito destroyer! Though I've tried using Odomos, I don't fancy smearing it all over before sleeping!*sneer*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;44. I believe that a super power exists but I'm not religious. I vist temples because my mother wanted me to and sometime coz I wanted to for my ma.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;46. I hail from a very orthodox Brahmin family and I am okay with that :-) In fact that sounds cool to me!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;47. Didn't I say? God! How could I miss that? I believe in arranged marriages. Yes, pyaar vyaar bekaar hai. I mean it's fine if you love after marriage. I do come from the old school of thought in this regard. Details are given in my orkut profile. :-)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;48. If the above point resulted in a heart break for you. Lolzz. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm saying as if I'm a very eligible bachelor which I believe I am :-P Well I am just 19 for that matter. Coming back to the point, if it resulted in a heart break for you, I care for you but can't help it. I love my ma and can't disobey her. (At least now) We still are great friends :-)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;49.. I dare say I look good in formals. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;50. Okay! That is a lie*chuckle*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;51. I am a complete foodie. I just love eating! Anything Vegetarian and once upon a time anything made under the guidanceof mom.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;52. I love traveling as I do meeting new people. So that does make me a fit in the Marketing world. Does it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;53. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If I don't stop now, you will leave it without completing and that will break my heart. So, I'm stopping here. And it is a Prime number too though I don't fancy it. I would have preferred a 71 or 89 for that matter. Anyway, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thanks a lot for showing so much patience. But kudos to me too coz I still can't believe I wrote so much! :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-6027307132052029124?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/6027307132052029124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=6027307132052029124&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/6027307132052029124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/6027307132052029124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/03/fifty-three.html' title='Fifty Three'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-6913763914134247153</id><published>2008-03-22T23:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:07:48.222+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Masti'/><title type='text'>Happy Holi</title><content type='html'>I got my third mithai ka dabba of the day just five minutes back and it is when I decided to put up my third post of the day!!!As we all know, today is Holi.But I sometimes wonder whether we have lost its significance over the period of time. Everyone makes the festival look so good with all the colors and splendor. A day full of sweets, delicacies, visiting relatives and acquaintances. And everyone is supposed to have a great time. Holi, is about forgetting the ill-will towards anyone and making a new beginning(at least a part of it is bout doing so).Or as I feel, is it the beginning of the end? It has reduced to an instance of social gathering where you stand up to be counted among the one present. You make this festival so colorful and after that, forget all about it. I mean, there's so much paucity of time in everyone's lives that one doesn't even know when a neighbour meets an accident. Then what goodness is there all about? Just sending a box of mithai and playing for two hours with colony people doesn't make for Holi. Then there are people who do exactly the opposite of what holi demands. I've seen some people. They will shout at each other, have a squabble over petty things, but on the day of holi, it's all fine! They are the best buddies you can see. And you feel, it's all fine now. But what you see the next day. Wahi Ramayana wapas repeated! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: everything above is purely imaginative and has no bearing to any person living or dead. Any resemblance is co-incidental.And please… I've the sweetest neighbors in the world!!:-)They always lend a helping hand when we need it the most. And of course they play with colours:-)And they give you mithais too:-). And you love them so much  that you devote a post to them in your blog.:-)Cheers to my neighbors and their mithai ka dabbas :-)And of course a very happy Holi to all of you!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-6913763914134247153?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/6913763914134247153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=6913763914134247153&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/6913763914134247153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/6913763914134247153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-holi.html' title='Happy Holi'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-5297733584909701464</id><published>2008-03-22T18:25:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-11T14:52:58.089+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Thought</title><content type='html'>You sometimes don't even know what you are capable of. Your life seems to be all bliss when suddenly  it comes out with a series of challenges and that is when your true character reflects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds of cheerfulness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it your best efforts, take pains to reduce others pains; be a sight of joy to others. And you will have peace, a sense of completeness, a feeling of being good and above all you will start respecting yourself a lot more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-5297733584909701464?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/5297733584909701464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=5297733584909701464&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/5297733584909701464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/5297733584909701464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-sometimes-dont-even-know-what-you.html' title='Thought'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-1968369399420229076</id><published>2008-03-10T23:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:14:21.695+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Masti'/><title type='text'>Culinary romance</title><content type='html'>My culinary skills got tested for the first time today.I made dal under dad's guidance in the afternoon though it was I who decided in how much amount the ingredients should be put in. Consequently dad was shouting all the time that I had put in too much 'dhaniya powder'. But being the cool customer I am, I believed in my ability and remembering mom and her culinary expertise, I went ahead with it. I waited patiently for it to cool down, ordered for 'missi rotis' from the restaurant and opened the pressure cooker thirty minutes after I'd turned the stove off. I prayed to mom and took the first gassa in my mouth. Wowwwww!I had not eaten such dal in ages; so tasty it was!!I woke my sleeping dad (who by the way wouldn't be eating it because he has a fever and because of it only I endeavored to fight the battle with the pressure cooker!) and told him what a great rookie chef his son was! He mumbled something (which I won’t get into) and got back to sleep.And in this way, I'd a hearty lunch. More so, because I was relieved that I'd not messed it up!But in the evening I found, to my dismay that I was supposed to make rotis too! Dad said it's not feasible to take rotis from restaurant every time (or even from the neighbours I was about to say, but I left at it)I've tried this before; not be a tough ask I thought to myself. Again, hoping that the endeavor will be successful like it was in the afternoon, I took on it with courage. Wasn't feeling very hungry. So target –five [as dad again wasn't eating because he had khichdi (or was it because he also doesn't fancy my cooking :-P)]Anyway, my ordeal began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First roti: Srilanka (or Madagascar??) Perhaps both :-D&lt;br /&gt;Second: Australia&lt;br /&gt;Third and fourth rotisi: I don't remember much. But didn't resemble any geometric figure either!&lt;br /&gt;Fifth one: aah! Finally something remotely close to what one calls a roti! Somewhat circular in shape. Looked like Hrithik Roshan among a bunch of Johnny Levers (apologies to Mr. Lever) Was made properly too. Oho! I remembered from made properly, when I sat down to eat them, the first four were absolutely pathetic! Half made, half baked or what ever you call it! Unpalatable is the word that comes to mind when I think of them. When I came down to the fifth one, my tongue was already down and so couldn't appreciate it's taste. I believe it would have given any roti good competition (the Hrithik Roshan. They say don't judge a person by looks!Can't say so in case of my rotis!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-1968369399420229076?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/1968369399420229076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=1968369399420229076&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/1968369399420229076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/1968369399420229076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/03/culinary-romance.html' title='Culinary romance'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-2930263302745541842</id><published>2008-03-03T15:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:59:40.012+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Vernacular miseries</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was the first time I felt great about the department lecture theatre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was an ambience and our mathematics teacher was teaching in a way never seen before (that perhaps was because I was attending his lecture for the first time!!! ;-)) and I was able to follow a lecture in a long-long time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, let me get to the point. I had an (I don’t know what I should call it) today. A good friend of mine, Rakesh (name changed), took it to me. He started with asking me whether or not, I knew the meaning of misanthrone. I replied in the negative. I realized that misanthrope was the word he was looking for when he explained its meaning! I corrected him (had a torrid time doing so!) and asked if he was trying to follow the great vocabulary builder by Norman Lewis. He said,” yes!”. I felt genuinely happy as this was the first time I was seeing a person coming from a vernacular background making an honest effort to improve his language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But little did I realize what he’ll come up in the next few minutes. He asked me the meaning of fifteen odd words. I started to realize what this guy was trying to do. He stopped at a word I didn’t know the meaning of and I later found out that it didn’t even exist. Then we almost fought over the legitimacy of the following sentences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Had I played cricket?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had I played cricket, we would have won the match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tried to explain him for a good five minutes as my heart winced in pain at what he doing. I realized that it was the sheer frustration that was erupting from his side over the difference in the language skills. I avoided saying that I knew it better. At that point of time, my friend came to my rescue only to be caught himself! He agreed with Rakesh and got the matter settled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sometimes I wonder whether you should be genuinely interested in helping your lesser talent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;ed friends.&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/6614685558211631708-2930263302745541842?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/2930263302745541842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=2930263302745541842&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/2930263302745541842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/2930263302745541842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2008/03/vernacular-miseries.html' title='Vernacular miseries'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-1318017843177025793</id><published>2007-12-21T17:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:59:40.079+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cricket'/><title type='text'>Indian Cricket League-Big deal? Yes it is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/R2unZuWmm3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yTu8kPzqd0w/s1600-h/news-52-home%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146391059582327666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/R2unZuWmm3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yTu8kPzqd0w/s320/news-52-home%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, the first tournament of the Indian Cricket League has finally ended with the Chennai superstars proving their supremacy. A lot of controversy has surrounded ICL for some time now.&lt;br /&gt;It has come as a ray of hope for the players who felt that their careers were going down the drain with limited money and even lesser reputation while playing at the Ranji level. With ICL, they are definitely getting better money and a chance of building a reputation. Breaking into the Indian cricket team is an uphill task particularly because of our ill-managed domestic structure with lots of politics involved. One can’t blame the players in this regard as they put in honest toil and get virtually nothing in return!&lt;br /&gt;It is helping cricket to gain global popularity as players from different nations are being signed and they are getting good money too! This will attract talent from the minnows and non-cricket playing nations and will eventually helping in motivating people to take up cricket as a sport in such countries. Not only this, it will also help ICC in its quest for cricket’s inclusion in the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;In a sort of counter attack, BCCI formed an IPL (Indian Premier League) taking in most of the accomplished players from around the world. This will no doubt generate more excitement and money as people will rather watch Sachin, Dravid, Warne than Hemang Badani, Darryl Tuffey or T Kumaran! But then, it won’t help cricket raise its bar and elevate itself into a truly global sport. Rather than looking at it as a rivalry between BCCI and ICL, it should be seen that such a venture would take cricket to a new level altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can take a cue from other sports: soccer is the most popular sport in the world. Look at the way it is played! It is not restricted by national boundaries with talent and performance being the criteria for making it to the top teams. Man united, Real Madrid, A C Milan, Barcelona, Chelsea, Arsenal are just some names of the sea of clubs that rake in money and take in players of caliber. We can always guide cricket that way.&lt;br /&gt;There was always this contradictory point that cricket is too long a game and that 90 minutes of entertainment can’t be compared with 7 hours of ordeal. But the new peppy Twenty-20 version has transformed the game. A spectator gets the entertainment worth the bucks he spends in quick time. Purists though may resent at the idea of so much Twenty-20 cricket being played but they should understand that this is important for cricket’s survival as it is losing its hold on the spectator’s interest. Moreover it’ll help in making test cricket more interesting. A lot of changes are being proposed in this regard too! I won’t dwell on that topic now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICL should continue and more such ventures should be encouraged to come up in the future.&lt;/span&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/6614685558211631708-1318017843177025793?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/1318017843177025793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=1318017843177025793&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/1318017843177025793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/1318017843177025793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2007/12/indian-cricket-league-big-deal-yes-it.html' title='Indian Cricket League-Big deal? Yes it is!'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/R2unZuWmm3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yTu8kPzqd0w/s72-c/news-52-home%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-2478946258322083288</id><published>2007-12-18T15:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:59:40.064+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><title type='text'>BEYOND 2050- ELECTRONICS AND COMMUNICATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IN THE LAST FIVE DECADES, TECHNOLOGY HAS UNDERGONE A SEA-CHANGE THAT WAS IMPOSSIBLE TO FORETELL WAY BACK THEN. FROM THE WAY IT HAS REVOLUTIONISED OUR LIVES, WE CAN EASILY PREDICT THE CONSUMMATE PROGRESS IT WIL MAKE IN THE COMING TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELECTRONICS IS NO EXCEPTION. INTEGRATED CIRCUITS, VLSI, ELECTRONIC DESIGN AUTOMATION AND OTHER IDEAS WHICH ARE STIL IN THE PRIMARY STAGES OF IMPLEMENTATION WIL BE FULY DEVELOPED AND THEN MANY MORE. WE WIL GO MUCH DEEPER INTO THE SEMI-CONDUCTOR FUNDAMENTALS AND COME UP WITH BETTER STORAGE MEDIA. COMPUTER ARCHITECTURE WIL BE GIVEN A NEW DIMENSION. AMAZINGLY FAST PROCESSING IN THE RANGE OF TERAHERTZ MAY BE ATTAINED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMUNICATION WIL ALSO GROW BY LEAPS AND BOUNDS WITH  WIRE FREE COMMUNICATION TAKING THE CENTRE STAGE. VIDEO CONFERENCING IN PORTABLE MODE WILL BE EASILY ATTAINABLE. FASTER AND CHEAPER COMUNICATION WITH NEW GADGETS AND ACESSORIES WIL SEE THE LIGHT OF THE DAY. SATELLITE COMUNICATION WIL ALSO IMPROVE WITH BETTER SIGNAL TRANSMISSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH ALL THE PROGRESS BEING MADE, HOW CAN THE FIELD OF ROBOTICS GET BEHIND?&lt;br /&gt;WE MAY VERY WELL REALISE THE CONCEPT OF ANDROIDS WITH THEY ASSISITING THE HUMANS IN VARIOUS ACTIVITIES. WE MAY EVEN HAVE THEM HELPING US WITH OUR HOSEHOLD CHORES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRULY AMAZING SHALL BE THE DAY WHEN TECHNOLOGY WILL TAKE THE CONTROL OF OUR LIVES WITH US GAZING AT THE ACHIEVEMENTS OF MAN IN LANGUID HAPPINESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6614685558211631708-2478946258322083288?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/2478946258322083288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=2478946258322083288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/2478946258322083288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/2478946258322083288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2007/12/beyond-2050-electronics-and.html' title='BEYOND 2050- ELECTRONICS AND COMMUNICATION'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614685558211631708.post-7943406736200905235</id><published>2007-12-17T23:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:54:20.531+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>What am I doing with my life?</title><content type='html'>What am I doing with myself, my life?&lt;br /&gt;Am I heading for the destination? Am I following the path correctly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking risks at every point, taking on any situation unprepared!&lt;br /&gt;‘Spontaneity is a good characteristic’ people say. But is this it?&lt;br /&gt;No, I sometimes feel, because it borders insanity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a time even people who understand me, misunderstand me!&lt;br /&gt;Not realizing their worth in my eyes;&lt;br /&gt;What some people mean to me in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let no one believe-I’ve never lied except when it is for the good&lt;br /&gt;I’m nothing without my support- my family, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be the best.&lt;br /&gt;But I know I’m good- good at heart&lt;br /&gt;Loving peace and enjoying fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUST and FREEDOM I value and demand in any relationship&lt;br /&gt;And place those special people on the pedestal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try and do justice to my conscience, my intuition.&lt;br /&gt;Do what I feel is right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still amidst all this, there’s a lacuna where I ask myself….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing with myself, my life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614685558211631708-7943406736200905235?l=anishnambisan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/feeds/7943406736200905235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614685558211631708&amp;postID=7943406736200905235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/7943406736200905235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614685558211631708/posts/default/7943406736200905235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishnambisan.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-am-i-doing-with-my-life.html' title='What am I doing with my life?'/><author><name>Anish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14473524413791658724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS9Fn-TZHs4/TGJQmx_ZSJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nEx0Hxj_fGY/S220/Image0321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
