<?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-21861505</id><updated>2012-02-17T05:19:38.293+04:00</updated><category term='Takashimaya'/><category term='outlook'/><category term='Singapore'/><category term='perspective'/><category term='Lucky Plaza'/><category term='Orchard Road'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='new year'/><category term='Raj Comics'/><category term='Super Commando Dhruv'/><category term='flavors'/><category term='Nagraj'/><category term='earthquake'/><category term='sopcast'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>VichAr Samanvay</title><subtitle type='html'>The convergence of Real and Square Root of -1 on the Imagination scale...!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470470717675969291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861505.post-5814984294009022545</id><published>2009-03-21T05:46:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T05:54:58.177+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Canon-ised!</title><content type='html'>Finally got my much awaited DSLR - &lt;a href="http://www.usa.canon.com/consumer/controller?act=ModelInfoAct&amp;amp;fcategoryid=139&amp;amp;modelid=17316"&gt;Canon Rebel XS with 18-55 IS lens&lt;/a&gt;!! The feeling is ecstatic. The potential, now infinite, as ever :). Looking forward to what all I can do. Few things planned, few known, few unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy-go-lucky-clickin...thats me now :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its still in the pack - jus laid my hands on its body :P But really haven't explored the depths! It's a black beauty, the most compact DSLR I have ever seen and felt throbbing in my hands - yeah it has a life of its own, and guess has the potential to retain the life in the animate and inanimate captures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep watchin my space now! &lt;a href="http://www.tellyouastory.net/lenspeak.html"&gt;http://www.tellyouastory.net/lenspeak.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera aane ki khushi mei aaj khaas "aalu-masala-pulav" banaya ja raha hai....and going for 'Knowing' released today...own version of a li'l celebration :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21861505-5814984294009022545?l=cerebralfeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/feeds/5814984294009022545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21861505&amp;postID=5814984294009022545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/5814984294009022545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/5814984294009022545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/2009/03/canon-ised.html' title='Canon-ised!'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470470717675969291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861505.post-6337760338693391317</id><published>2008-12-15T05:34:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T05:42:06.696+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aai Yaam Baackkk !</title><content type='html'>aai yaai yooo! (no offence to my tam brothers from another mother) yeah am back...from the deep hibernation...I was actually away to attain Nirvana on the Himalayas, after shedding all the worldly pleasures...to seek penance...and then after eons I realised that it was better for Kurt Cobain...he came, he saw, he did it! Yeah then I had to time travel back to the present and again become one with all ye mere mortals... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I know that sounds condescending,...but boss, u gotta understand the "pressure" within. OK. Now don't misunderstand me. I yam back and back for good. Superrrrrraaa! Mind It!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this space for more....Fine. You don't have to put a spot light here...you can use an RSS feed or best I will email you when I update it. Happy? Yenjaaiiii :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21861505-6337760338693391317?l=cerebralfeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/feeds/6337760338693391317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21861505&amp;postID=6337760338693391317' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/6337760338693391317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/6337760338693391317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/2008/12/aai-yaam-baackkk.html' title='Aai Yaam Baackkk !'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470470717675969291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861505.post-3681600016242634669</id><published>2007-06-03T16:35:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T18:59:42.006+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cultural Caravan – The Pit Stops (part I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Culture – the word itself brings to one’s mind a pot-pourri and vividness of the world that we live in. You just need to drive into a locality a few miles away and already you will be feeling the distinctness of the tones in the spoken language, the accents, the “catch words”, the shops, the streets, each having a story of its own.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;As I grew up, I was fortunate enough to see multiple places where I happened to stay for at least a couple of years. Back then, only these 2 distinct things for me marked the &lt;b&gt;culture&lt;/b&gt; of one place different from another – language &amp; food! Having stayed in Bokaro (in erstwhile Bihar and present Jharkhand) for around 8 years and then in Gwalior (Madhya Pradesh) for around 4 years, I was quite exposed to two distinct peculiarities of the place, esp. in Gwalior where I resorted to the use of word &lt;i&gt;haiga &lt;/i&gt;which is the local use of the word &lt;i&gt;hai&lt;/i&gt; (translated to ‘it is’) and also &lt;i&gt;riya&lt;/i&gt; local alias of &lt;i&gt;raha&lt;/i&gt;. An ensemble of which sounds much like ‘&lt;i&gt;tu kya kar riya haiga?&lt;/i&gt;’ rather than the oft spoken hindi language’s ‘tu kya kar raha hai?’ (What are you doing?). It took quite some time for my language to get neutralized – thanks to onerous efforts by folks! Speaking of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Gwalior&lt;/st1:city&gt;, my mouth has already become a miniature version of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Niagara Falls&lt;/st1:city&gt; at the mere thought of ‘&lt;i&gt;bhallas&lt;/i&gt;’ and ‘&lt;i&gt;chillas&lt;/i&gt;’ (the &lt;i&gt;dilliwallahs&lt;/i&gt; must be pretty aware of these roadside delicacies which were not to be seen anywhere in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bihar&lt;/st1:place&gt;) which brought in it a very distinct Magadhi taste! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Gwalior&lt;/st1:city&gt;, my ‘base camp’ (as I have come to denote that where my folks stay) moved to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nagpur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; for 4 years. After my class 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, when I was about to leave for Pune for my engineering studies, I was pretty much feeling like a nomad – moving my camp every 4 years! I knew I would be in Pune for atleast 4 years…(If ATKTs didn’t work out then it surely would have broken the third spell of 4 years!). In &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nagpur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; too – again the two most striking things were language &amp; food with a speciality. The words ‘&lt;i&gt;mahol&lt;/i&gt;’ (translated to fabulous, though in Urdu – it would be the environment around) and ‘&lt;i&gt;chamka&lt;/i&gt;’ (understood as outstanding, though the common parlance would treat it as shine) both of which, of course became part and parcel of me – and still is! Every true Nagpurkar swears by these two! Moving to cuisines – we have the famous Saoji preparation – which will anytime give the Kolhapuri food a run for … its chillies!! The concept of ‘&lt;i&gt;tapris&lt;/i&gt;’ became alive for me right in this place – Shankar Nagar Tapri – which serves &lt;i&gt;aloo poha&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;garma-garam chai&lt;/i&gt; at dawn…and the place stays abuzz – with the major crowd being all the tuition students like me or the college janta catching the morning cuppa after the overnight GT session &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;At Pune – the cultural capital of the state - the pot-pourri was very different. It seemed like this very sophisticated place while still preserving its own rustic ways – thanks to the Peshwai and the Jejuri influence…Also the faith following of Kalubai and Swami Samarth is very much evident from the typical messages on the rear of autos, six seaters, etc. The words &lt;i&gt;chaaila&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;laye bhaari,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;boongat, &lt;/i&gt;the vegetable &lt;i&gt;lauki &lt;/i&gt;being known only as &lt;i&gt;doodhi-bhopLa…&lt;/i&gt;became more of the ‘words of prey’, but nonetheless was ingrained into daily parlance! First brush with the Joshi Vada Pav – from being a delicacy to transforming into something of the daily survival food, from the spicy &lt;i&gt;missal paav&lt;/i&gt;, to Sujata’s &lt;i&gt;mastaani&lt;/i&gt; (which is nothing but nice thick milkshake of 100 possible varieties, and the special ‘mango mastaani’ topping it all! However, I still wonder why it was named so?) Within Pune itself the hardcore Puneites found in the old area of all the Peths (Somwar, Mangalwar, etc) to the most sophisticated ones of Karve Nagar and Aundh, the city has a unique charm about itself. More and more spices being added to the pot-pourri – thanks to the burgeoning number of students in daily mushrooming engineering, arts and medical colleges in and around the city, where people from all walks of life bring in their own flavours and further add to the zing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;One’s mind does tend to race amuck, surrounded by so much of dynamism around, trying to make sense of things happening, expecting oneself to be a fully functional part of it, with all the anxieties and apprehensions. That is when the brewing starts and one begins to understand the layers beyond what is visible. The mind does begin to drive on a different lane, zooming off from the next pit stop! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;More of the cultural nuances peculiarities of my shifting camps in the next pit stop! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21861505-3681600016242634669?l=cerebralfeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/feeds/3681600016242634669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21861505&amp;postID=3681600016242634669' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/3681600016242634669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/3681600016242634669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/2007/06/cultural-caravan-pit-stops-part-i.html' title='Cultural Caravan – The Pit Stops (part I)'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470470717675969291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861505.post-520369720133524268</id><published>2007-05-08T19:58:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T20:05:32.021+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Birth – an occasion which is so unique in itself! Such is the occasion that every possible living being rejoices it in its own unique way. It is a symbol of continuity. A symbol of prosperity. An icon of growth. Pure Joy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an energy which has taken a new life, a real physical self, much more beyond a mere metaphysical existence. It has the power to connect so many minds and hearts, create so many new relations. It has the capability to assimilate so many energy channels all into it. A simple smile of that new member can be a reason to celebrate, a tear drop from his eyes can be a cause of worry. A new momentum is created in all the connected lives. Suddenly there is so much to look upto. Also you know that you will be looked upto one day! A vague sense of responsibility creeps in…along with so much of curiosity and anxiety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062221313410068866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blzM7pqm5_c/RkCfdrg38YI/AAAAAAAAACE/fJQi1t3Tqbw/s400/tanay.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-GBfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = v ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:vml" /&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t"&gt;&lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;v:formulas&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:formulas&gt;&lt;v:path gradientshapeok="t" extrusionok="f" connecttype="rect"&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imagine. A new life, looking at the world with so much daze – so much of inquisitiveness, which the new soul cannot even articulate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And there came he…Tanay – my bhanjaa, who brought with him so much happiness in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my bhanjaa is more than 6 months old and it is now that his aalsi mamu has found time to pen down his dormant thoughts!! (Better late than never…hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss meeting you so much bhanje…coming soon to spoil you lotssss!!! :)&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/21861505-520369720133524268?l=cerebralfeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/feeds/520369720133524268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21861505&amp;postID=520369720133524268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/520369720133524268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/520369720133524268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/2007/05/tanay.html' title='Tanay...'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470470717675969291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blzM7pqm5_c/RkCfdrg38YI/AAAAAAAAACE/fJQi1t3Tqbw/s72-c/tanay.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861505.post-4868040559030525791</id><published>2007-03-13T22:26:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T22:49:11.182+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggi - बस 2 mintute !!! .... an ode</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blzM7pqm5_c/RfbvXrfqF2I/AAAAAAAAABw/EsizW8kyysM/s1600-h/Maggi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blzM7pqm5_c/RfbvXrfqF2I/AAAAAAAAABw/EsizW8kyysM/s320/Maggi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041480022979385186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggi, my staple food, तुम्ही हो मेरी प्रियतमा,&lt;br /&gt;मिला दे दिल को, करे साथीयो को जमा&lt;br /&gt;भले लाए कोई MTR, Kohinoor ya लाए Khong Guan,&lt;br /&gt;तुमसे ही dillagi है, दगा कर के ना कर पाऊन्गा क्षमा.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कुछ तीखी, कुछ खट्टी, तुम हो सबसे smooth,&lt;br /&gt;Nestle के 2 Minute में, मन जाए सबका लूट,&lt;br /&gt;खोलो packet, डालो मसाला, थोडा पानी और रखो microwave में,&lt;br /&gt;फिर दब्बा खोल के चखो जरा, मिलेगा सच्चा tasty सुबूत.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कभी आटा Maggi, कभी Plain Maggi, और कभी लाता Tomato Maggi,&lt;br /&gt;स्वाद सबका बेमिसाल है, चाहे हो वो Indonesian Maggi,&lt;br /&gt;हर fork, हर spoon में देसी स्वाद की याद दिलाती,&lt;br /&gt;सबको लुभाती, भूख मिटाती, सबसे प्यारी - जय बोलो! Maggi Maggi Maggi!!!&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/21861505-4868040559030525791?l=cerebralfeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/feeds/4868040559030525791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21861505&amp;postID=4868040559030525791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/4868040559030525791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/4868040559030525791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/2007/03/maggi-2-mintute-ode.html' title='Maggi - बस 2 mintute !!! .... an ode'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470470717675969291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blzM7pqm5_c/RfbvXrfqF2I/AAAAAAAAABw/EsizW8kyysM/s72-c/Maggi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861505.post-9015328964920817603</id><published>2007-01-13T19:10:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T19:23:14.651+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Commando Dhruv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nagraj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sopcast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raj Comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earthquake'/><title type='text'>A day without checking my e-mails!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It was a day to behold!!! 27 Dec 2006. I didn’t check my email at all that day owing to ‘disruption of a disruptive technology’ as one of my friends put it, that is disruption of Internet service in Singapore and some parts of East Asia thanks to an earthquake measuring 6.7 on Richter Scale which erupted at…. And probably shook up a couple of tectonic plates below and unwired a couple of cables lying deep in the sea! Phew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;The network effects that followed was really interesting! The second major disruption was that my roomie – bhattax – who is a cricket fanatic, was unable to check the cricket match scores (India Vs South Africa at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Durban&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;) Since the past two days, though he spared no thoughts on disrupting the bandwidth at the hostel by enjoying live online streaming of the matches, thanks to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sopcast.org/"&gt;sopcast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;. The cricket fever is completely hot with the matches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;and the Ashes stealing the room TRPs !!! Finally a ‘disruptive character’ in the adjacent room, whom we fondly call – JLo – managed to do some &lt;i&gt;jugaad &lt;/i&gt;and made atleast the scores available! That was some relief…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;The third disruption was owing to Mr Oldie in the room [sorry daaa ;)] – our very own raja - &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;who desperately wanted to chat with God-knows-who and was getting restless by the minute. I was asked close to 117 times whether the ‘net was working, and I just had one answer !!! ‘No daaa…’ [I really don’t know the origin of the word daa, but its there, and has become so pervasive that every person – male or female – is turning out to be daa for me :)]. I being the youngest one in the room (chooo chweettt !!!) was pestered and bullied so much by the oldies to go and check this up with one of our IT assistants – Mr Nagraj – [ the first time I heard this name, it reminded of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Super_Commando_Dhruva"&gt;Super Commando Dhruv&lt;/a&gt; too, and when I was going to meet this guy, I imagined this guy with a stylish Nagraj style hair in a green outfit, with snakes coming outta his fingers. Beware of the ‘&lt;i&gt;zeharili fufkaar&lt;/i&gt;’ &lt;poisonous&gt;] however this guy turned out to be quite human like ;) [For those who are still wondering who the hell is the snake man Nagraj, click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nagraj"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and probably this might remind you of the old times,...those 50paise normal comics and 1 Rupee digest version of Raj Comics that we used to get on rent!!!] But I didn’t budge.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bhai aise kaise koi bhi bully kar lega na ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/poisonous&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Unfortunately, come what may, the 'net just wont work.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;However, fortunately we got access to some of the sites which were working – IBN Live, Rediff, etc. which allowed us leeway to connect to the outside world, and know what’s happening beyond this island. Feeling relieved on getting connected at last…though just a little bit, it was a huge relief for all. Never did we imagine a day like this in our lives, and that too when we are in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; – one of the most advanced countries! But the fact is nothing works if Momma Nature ain’t happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the next day gaping wide open with all the airlines, music and newspaper industry with all the olives, apples and murdochs hovering above us, just wishing that we are wired soon!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Ciao…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21861505-9015328964920817603?l=cerebralfeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/feeds/9015328964920817603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21861505&amp;postID=9015328964920817603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/9015328964920817603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/9015328964920817603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/2007/01/day-without-checking-my-e-mails.html' title='A day without checking my e-mails!'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470470717675969291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861505.post-4091625678238193295</id><published>2007-01-13T19:06:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T19:09:13.029+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucky Plaza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orchard Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Takashimaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>ho hO HO!Christmas in S'pore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blzM7pqm5_c/RZDAjdM5vTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3XQb9Y3Cmec/s1600-h/OrchardRd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blzM7pqm5_c/RZDAjdM5vTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3XQb9Y3Cmec/s200/OrchardRd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012718100630060338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This Christmas was special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had an opportunity  to be on the celebrated Orchard Road in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; for Christmas and boy!!! what a fiesta the road showcases !!! With scores of people all around , the dance, the music going on non-stop...the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lightings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; on the ever lit Orchard Road, glittering as gold, youngsters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hulla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;balooing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; at the top of their voices spraying foams and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s !!! It was a full blown carnival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blzM7pqm5_c/RZDA2tM5vUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/b0GCZuo6QK4/s1600-h/TheCrowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blzM7pqm5_c/RZDA2tM5vUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/b0GCZuo6QK4/s200/TheCrowd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012718431342542146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alighting on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.bordersstores.com/index.jsp?tt=gn"&gt;Borders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (a global book and music retail store - probably one of the largest in this region) with a couple of my friends, I had decided to join in the other folks who had already reached &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.takashimaya-sin.com/index-sg.html"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Takashimaya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mall in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ngee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ann City. They called me up and I told them...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; minute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yaar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, am almost there' not realizing that that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; minute 'll be close to 45 minutes !!! The crowd, though maddening, had a certain charm about itself. Here I was walking amongst the people, suddenly it dawned unto me -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blzM7pqm5_c/RZDBjdM5vVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/G62H1dJhVUk/s1600-h/Foaming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blzM7pqm5_c/RZDBjdM5vVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/G62H1dJhVUk/s200/Foaming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012719200141688146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the realisation of being&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in a foreign land, with all unknown faces, listening to people speak in an unknown language, in an all new&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ambience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...the stuff which mostly TV shows are made of... I was right there! Feeling more as one, than I ever did ( I don't know what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; what I felt!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A hard knock on my shoulder brought me back to the Orchard Road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suddenly the crowd went berserk and there was a huge roar. I could hear the countdown ...10...9...8...7...6...5..4....3....2....1.......MERRY CHRISTMAS !!!!! (For a sec, I was thought it was 31st Dec, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; what we generally do...right? countdown for the new year?) The clock had struck 12 and it was 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; December 2006. Christmas !! And then started the real thing. The entire crowd started converging in 'huge pockets' and dancing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;spraying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; foam on each other (reminded me of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, sans colours) Sans colours? Only in my imagination, as soon enough I was sprayed with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;multi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;coloured foam and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;spaghettis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; !!! :) It was the first time I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;celebrated&lt;/span&gt;  Christmas like this...among my new 'fr&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;iends', I call them foam-friends!! There I bumped into a couple of my friends, and then we went on a photo-clicking frenzy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though there was huge traffic on the Orchard Road, the police were managing it beautifully ensuring smooth movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amidst all the carnival, foam, spaghetti sprays, songs, dance and laughter, I finally met the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Takashimaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; gang and all of us headed further into the crowd. Though it was almost 1.30, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blzM7pqm5_c/RZDFutM5vYI/AAAAAAAAABI/qffIDE6lb9Q/s1600-h/Friends.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blzM7pqm5_c/RZDFutM5vYI/AAAAAAAAABI/qffIDE6lb9Q/s200/Friends.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012723791461727618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;crowd had still not lost the tempo and the celebrations were still rocking the place. The pavements almost wet with foam sprays and beer (yeah, beer - it was flowing all around), the place was completely transformed. The 'fine' city suddenly had a different veil, and we were all held in awe!!&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to so much litter all around).I thought, exceptions have to be there, even in Singapore, and why not when its Christmas time!!! All hungry, by this time, we ventured for food into the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucky_Plaza"&gt;Lucky Plaza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and also had close up Santa-photo sessions prior to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fooding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;! Sample attached:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blzM7pqm5_c/RZDDXdM5vXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TDe__RRuqKk/s1600-h/Santa-Gang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blzM7pqm5_c/RZDDXdM5vXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TDe__RRuqKk/s200/Santa-Gang.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012721193006513522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By 2-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, we too were almost on our way back, and what we saw was really commendable. Even when the celebrations were fully on, the cleaners had started picking up the litter lying outside the shops, mostly empty foam and beer cans, systematically packing them into trash bags and towing them away to make more rounds. Though they could have easily refused, saying '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; minute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yaar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bas&lt;/span&gt; I 'll join you to clean up after 2 beers; or after spending some more time with friends'. But they didn't &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shrug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; off their responsibility, even for an evening. I couldn't help but admire the spirit of these people, who know how to take care of their sweet little city-country! Hats off to the cleaners!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess some takeaways are always there, in any new 'world' you go to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Merry Christmas to all of you! May Lord's sweet blessings always shower upon you...Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21861505-4091625678238193295?l=cerebralfeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/feeds/4091625678238193295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21861505&amp;postID=4091625678238193295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/4091625678238193295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/4091625678238193295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/2007/01/ho-ho-hochristmas-in-spore.html' title='ho hO HO!Christmas in S&apos;pore!'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470470717675969291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blzM7pqm5_c/RZDAjdM5vTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3XQb9Y3Cmec/s72-c/OrchardRd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861505.post-3474334686574269191</id><published>2007-01-13T19:01:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T19:06:02.499+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Migrating...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No No....I am not migrating anywhere, but just that my posts are migrating from the other blog site to this one...I guess the dimension given by the convergence of real and square root of -1 does give enough leeway to include anything and everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What the heck?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To cut the long story short...the posts on the other blog will now be available on this one and I 'll be closing down the other blog...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21861505-3474334686574269191?l=cerebralfeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/feeds/3474334686574269191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21861505&amp;postID=3474334686574269191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/3474334686574269191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/3474334686574269191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/2007/01/migrating.html' title='Migrating...'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470470717675969291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861505.post-5556179546580565342</id><published>2007-01-02T19:58:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:30:35.587+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flavors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outlook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perspective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Flavors of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;“Life is like a box of chocolates…You never know what comes next”, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;told Forrest Gump’s mother to him. It is always full of surprises, wit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;h you know, stuff happening around the corner, just across the blind spot, when you are least certain of what is coming over the bend. Though there is a fair amount of excitement too that is involved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;The other day, I was talking to one of my friends and the conversation just meandered from one topic to another. It eventually touched upon the life too! We need to look at things, at times, just at times with a macroscopic perspective rather than a microscopic perspective. It really helps one to see the ‘&lt;i&gt;bigger picture&lt;/i&gt;’. Being one with the events, one tends to get so engrossed with the dynamics of the environment, that we just loose touch with the practical side. It starts getting all very dreamy like, moving very much astray from the reality, and one fine day you wake up and….BAMMMM!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Your life is different.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;You are just not you. You have, what they call, a faint memory of ‘&lt;i&gt;what-you-used-to-be&lt;/i&gt;’, and a very different outlook all-together. Sometimes, not even an outlook. And that’s where you start questioning things. That’s the first knock of reality on your door!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;All that you have been assuming and believing all along, now just seems what at best can be described as, a distant dream. You stand there fazed, wondering what the hell happened, how things around you just disappeared! Yeah, disappeared!! People, attitudes, thoughts - the déjà vu s! They have literally vanished from your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Your life sure as hell is different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Walking the path not walked upon by, you again start wondering – are you supposed to be&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;going where the path takes you or you should be going where you want to go? For how long can you only depend on things to happen on their own accord – as if to achieve some kind of perfect harmony – having a fear to disturb the delicate balance of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'God-knows-what'&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Cut it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;You open your eyes, slowly, take a deep breath, smell that hot coffee! It’s a new morning. In fact it’s an entirely new year which has crawled in silently like the shadows from under the door. You did see the smoke and the fire, and hear the howl. Millions witnessed the holy transition but you stood there oblivious to all in your sweet little ‘daewoo’, counting the ephemeral stars…more so in your lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Life! Yeah. There are so many flavors of life, so many spices in it which actually makes for the great taste. At times spicy, at times salty, some like it a little sweet, others love the tangy tinge; but it sure fills more than your stomach! It feeds your soul. Some also like it bland, may be for sometime, which acts as a self-prescription, owing to having too much of spices. But sure enough the craving for the tangy tinge surely pulls one back from bland to a blend of all flavors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;It's time to gear up your taste buds!&lt;o:p&gt; It's time to prepare for &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;the second knock of reality...&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blzM7pqm5_c/RZqFwnpyWKI/AAAAAAAAABg/FRoZzjCN9eg/s1600-h/spices.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blzM7pqm5_c/RZqFwnpyWKI/AAAAAAAAABg/FRoZzjCN9eg/s320/spices.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015468205354932386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Wishing you a very happy, colorful, fragrant and an appetizing New Year 2007!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21861505-5556179546580565342?l=cerebralfeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/feeds/5556179546580565342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21861505&amp;postID=5556179546580565342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/5556179546580565342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/5556179546580565342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/2007/01/flavors-of-life_02.html' title='Flavors of Life'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470470717675969291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blzM7pqm5_c/RZqFwnpyWKI/AAAAAAAAABg/FRoZzjCN9eg/s72-c/spices.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861505.post-116658497249487847</id><published>2006-12-20T07:18:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T08:39:36.718+04:00</updated><title type='text'>vel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4734/2215/1600/423232/veL....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 225px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4734/2215/200/143758/veL....jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="manaacha"&gt;मनाचा &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="eka"&gt;एका &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="andhaar-kopryat" format="0-7--8-15--"&gt;अंधार-कोपर्‍यात &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="tar"&gt;तर बरंच &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; background-color: yellow;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="baranch"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="kahi"&gt;काही &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="aahe," format="0-4--"&gt;आहे, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="kaae"&gt;काए &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="kaae"&gt;काए &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="saangu"&gt;सांगू &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" name="arey"&gt;अरे  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="mitraa"&gt;मित्रा &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="mi"&gt;मी &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="tula," format="0-4--"&gt;तुला, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="lahaan"&gt;लहान &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="mothi"&gt;मोठी &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="tar"&gt;तर &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="goshti"&gt;गोष्टी &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="baryaach"&gt;बर्‍याच  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="astat"&gt;असतात &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="saangaayla," format="0-10--"&gt;सांगायला... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="pan"&gt;पण खरं &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" name="tar"&gt;तर... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="mala"&gt;मला &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="vel"&gt;वेळ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="nahi"&gt;नाही &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="milat"&gt;मिळत... आयुष्यच &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gwt-Span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Mangal,'Arial Unicode MS',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" __eventbits="125" onchange="null" onload="null" onerror="null" j="com.google.gwt.user.client.Element" k="6" name="jagaayla." format="0-8--"&gt;जगायला !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21861505-116658497249487847?l=cerebralfeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/feeds/116658497249487847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21861505&amp;postID=116658497249487847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/116658497249487847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/116658497249487847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/2006/12/vel.html' title='vel...'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470470717675969291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861505.post-116636634358543948</id><published>2006-12-17T18:29:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T18:41:05.183+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Krishi Manthan : The Second Green Revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4734/2215/1600/311669/2004-11-22-indian-farm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4734/2215/200/270106/2004-11-22-indian-farm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the 2nd semester at S P Jain, I am mostly having specialisation courses - that makes it all the more interesting [thx to no-Finance subjects!!! :) ] One of them was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Business_process_reengineering"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Business Process Re-engineering (BPR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which is a management approach that examines aspects of a business and its interactions, and attempts to improve the efficiency of the underlying processes. It is a fundamental and radical approach by either modifying or eliminating non-value adding activities. BPR - an absolute buzzword for an MBA grad - but not sure how much it is relevant and practical in today's world; rather how many instances will i find ahead where this will be applicable!!! In our course, each project group had to take up a case of BPR and give a presentation on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So there we were racking our brains thinking about the topics and justifying it to be a BPR and not just a small&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tweaking process&lt;/span&gt;. Also the results had to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dramatic&lt;/span&gt; and change should be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fundamental&lt;/span&gt; - the 2 basic necessities for a process to be called as being re-engineered. One of my group mates, Siddharth who is an avid lover of the ITC eChaupal came up with the idea to do somewhat similar to this. We started developing the concept and the whole thing came out to be something very novel and appealing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here are the excerpts of our experience from Sid's blog who has worded it very well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"As a project for this subject we took traditional Mandi model for trading of farmers grain. Mandi which was set up government to help farmers in selling their produce; is now controlled by moneylenders, agents and is not giving farmers the full benefit of their produce. There are initiatives by private companies, which claim to increase the living standards and income of farmers to certain extent, however the benefit of this system is yet not percolated to the smallest of the farmer in remotest of village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4734/2215/1600/659576/Plan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4734/2215/200/647783/Plan2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Moreover these companies are not helping farmers to move up the value chain. Private players reap the maximum benefit of commodities trading and food processing. They are not pumping back the benefit to the farmer community. We have re- engineered the process to a cooperative of farmers, which would increase their income and setting up of a grameen innovation center. Now as a cooperative decision making lies in the hands of farmers; They can deicide if they wish to keep their produce to sell it later in future, how much of produce is to be sent to the community processing zone to add value to wheat and convert it to flour or other products. We call this change mechanism as Mandi Manthan. you can read about mandimanthan presentation which we presented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4734/2215/1600/790147/Plan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4734/2215/200/234221/Plan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We call it the second green revolution. Focus of first green revolution was on quantity to meet the immediate demands; focus of second green revolution is quality and equality of farmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This project was actually a group work, my group consist of 7 ignited minds. You can see the pics representing blue print and thinking process of our model a night before the day we were supposed to present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By the way it was not all work and no play ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4734/2215/1600/6094/all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4734/2215/200/72254/all.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;p.s. This presentation is inspired by the ideas from C.K. Prahlad’s Fortune at the bottom of the pyramid and Dr Kalam’s India Vision 2020. Some slides are&lt;br /&gt;adapted from their work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our sincere thanks to Prof Prem Puri who showed faith in our project and motivated us to go ahead with this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Btw, Sid is a prolific blogger and an 'early adopter' for writing reviews/opinions about any new technology product launched! Also he is a lover of open source and a big fan of Mozilla and all its products. You can read his blogs at &lt;a href="http://siddharths.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://siddharths.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21861505-116636634358543948?l=cerebralfeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/feeds/116636634358543948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21861505&amp;postID=116636634358543948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/116636634358543948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/116636634358543948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/2006/12/krishi-manthan-second-green-revolution_17.html' title='Krishi Manthan : The Second Green Revolution'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470470717675969291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861505.post-116635851451040502</id><published>2006-12-17T16:13:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T20:49:21.653+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved to a new world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4734/2215/1600/268933/for%20blog_was.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4734/2215/320/439171/for%20blog_was.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It has been almost a month that I am in Singapore now. Yes, Singapore is indeed a new world which is very different than Dubai. A place which has its own charm. A small island, this was a tropical forest (...more apt will be a rainforest!!!) which has been able to retain much of its greenery. Right now its the monsoons here, and I am being well compensated for all the rains I missed, while staying in the desert land...  See the change for yourself, which happens to the landscape here almost everyday (thats Gillman Heights Condominium visible from my window)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4734/2215/1600/724399/for%20blog_is.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4734/2215/320/538756/for%20blog_is.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sessions have started with full bang and now am nearing the end of this term too! I know it won't be far before this term gets over and next thing will be this whole course! :) The fortnight's break in India was like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;kab aaya, kab gayaa...kuch pata hi nahi chala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Spent most of the time with friends, hogging Indian food (though not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;maa-ke-haath-ka-khanaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;,as mommy dear was in US), and just chilling myself. I had a big surprise in store for me...Ravi, my school friend was getting married!!! This was an absolute news to me. And we kinda celebrated this on my birthday morning with a coffee, at the usual katta...Checkers @ VCA! Damn! I had to get up so early on my birthday morning, but then who cares!!! Nothing like spending time with old pals...anytime of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being here in this new world, it will be novel to learn about a new part of the earth, which is so much talked about. Be it the money-minting business here or the tourism, it is an overwhelming feeling as am getting an opportunity to meet people forming a major part of this continent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't know what all is there in store for me. A decision to walk on a path not walked before brings so many new challenges and experiences. Absorbing them over a period of time and becoming one with them is just another way of living life! As of now just want to enjoy the remaining days of the paathshala and make the most of it...before the ball sets to roll again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/21861505-116635851451040502?l=cerebralfeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/feeds/116635851451040502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21861505&amp;postID=116635851451040502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/116635851451040502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/116635851451040502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/2006/12/moved-to-new-world_17.html' title='Moved to a new world...'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470470717675969291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861505.post-116021182754373210</id><published>2006-10-07T13:00:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T13:03:47.556+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zindagi...</title><content type='html'>zindagi ek ajeeb paheli hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jab duur usse hona chahte the hum,&lt;br /&gt;to kareeb kisi aur ke le aati hai vo,&lt;br /&gt;jab bhulana kisi ko chahe hum,&lt;br /&gt;to nayi yaade kyo banati hai ye zindagi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naye naye rang dikhati hai kyo khub saare,&lt;br /&gt;ab to sirf reh gayi, raat ke kaalikh si ye zindagi&lt;br /&gt;yaadein aur tanhai to hamesha saath rahengi mere,&lt;br /&gt;ab to bas khud ko bhulane ki chah hai, ae zindagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kyo aai pehle, khub saare khwaab sajaakar,&lt;br /&gt;kyo baandhi khushiyon ki ye patti aankon pe mere,&lt;br /&gt;ab to kismat bhi ooper sarak gayi hai,&lt;br /&gt;aur ban ke baithi lahu se sani, kafan si ye zindagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khoon ke aasu ab beh rahe hai meri aankho se,&lt;br /&gt;jo na kabhi badal paaya, vo ab kya badal sakta hu,&lt;br /&gt;tu hi saath rahi, tune bhi khub samjha mujhe zindagi,&lt;br /&gt;ab to manzil mere saamne hai, mein aa raha hun, ae zindagi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861505.post-115903406341831769</id><published>2006-09-23T21:42:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T21:54:23.430+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intezaar...</title><content type='html'>Gazal ho tum, ya ho tablay ka peshkaar,&lt;br /&gt;Sangeet ho tum, ya ho nupur ki jhankaar,&lt;br /&gt;Phool murjha jaenge, patte bikhar jaenge,&lt;br /&gt;Aa ke milo, tumse milne ko hai dil bekaraar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaad mei tumhari, pal pal aahe bharta hu,&lt;br /&gt;Tum na aati, to chaand mei khoya rehta hu,&lt;br /&gt;Nasha ho na ho, mei to bas tumme rahu sarobaar.&lt;br /&gt;Ab to behoshi mein bhi karta hu, tumhara hi intezaar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21861505-115903406341831769?l=cerebralfeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861505.post-115797128297295745</id><published>2006-09-11T14:39:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T14:41:22.990+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Warrior...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4734/2215/1600/Warriors.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4734/2215/400/Warriors.png" 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/21861505-115797128297295745?l=cerebralfeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861505.post-115748367453106263</id><published>2006-09-05T23:11:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T23:14:34.546+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nashaa</title><content type='html'>Nasha ‘gar hota sharaab mein, Nasha ‘gar hota sharaab mein&lt;br /&gt;To naachti ye botal, Nachte shehar ke saare mehkhaane,&lt;br /&gt;Lekin kambhakht nasha to hai dosti mein, &lt;br /&gt;Doston ke saath banai rangeen mehfilon mein,&lt;br /&gt;Raat bhar jag kar ghulaam ali ki gazalon ke saath,&lt;br /&gt;Haal-e-dil bayan karna, nasha to isme hai…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruthe hue ko manane ke liye jaddo-jahat karna, nasha to isi mein hai,&lt;br /&gt;Manane ke baad phir se jab ruth jae, to phir manana….nasha isi mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Haari hui jung ko phir se jeetne ka jasba jab dil mein ho,&lt;br /&gt;Saare gile-shikwe mita kar, ek hi junoon jab sar pe sawaar ho&lt;br /&gt;Manzil ki ore ekjut hokar jab chalne ka josh ho,&lt;br /&gt;Asli nasha to mere dost bas isi mein hai…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aur manzil ko paane ke baad jab jaam chalakta hai,&lt;br /&gt;To vo kaanch ke chanakne ki awaaz mein, jo mazaa hai,&lt;br /&gt;Sachcha nasha to usi mein hai…&lt;br /&gt;To bas doob jao tum bhi usi nashe mein, jiske mehkhaane ho&lt;br /&gt;Doston ki mehfilen aur jaam uthe…dosti ke naam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21861505-115748367453106263?l=cerebralfeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/feeds/115748367453106263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21861505&amp;postID=115748367453106263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/115748367453106263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/115748367453106263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/2006/09/nashaa.html' title='Nashaa'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470470717675969291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861505.post-115710755097585016</id><published>2006-09-01T14:35:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T14:45:50.980+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Side Effect of the 'blood test'...</title><content type='html'>This happened on the eve of our blood test, a.k.a. Marketing paper and we were probably so overwhelmed by it and such was the intensity that it brought out our inner selves and 'jagao'-fied the dormant kavis, shayars, et al !!!&lt;br /&gt;'However' the exams were not over and there was an HR paper in the pipeline scheduled for the next day...&lt;br /&gt;sab bolo 1..2..3.......5..6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sameer:&lt;br /&gt;zindagi ke jis mod per khada tha mein,&lt;br /&gt;najane kise dhoondh raha tha mein,&lt;br /&gt;vo kaha thi, ye janta nahi tha,&lt;br /&gt;bas isiliye reh gaya ab mein, mein aur mein...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akele pan ka ahsas bahot hai ab,&lt;br /&gt;use kho ke phir paane ki khwahish hai ab,&lt;br /&gt;katon ke saath khoon ki bhi hoti hai chubhan,&lt;br /&gt;katein to nikal do, lekin rago mein behta khoon nikalu kaise ab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ek bewafa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easwar:&lt;br /&gt;Bewafa woh nahi ye tanhaai hain kambhakt saath hi nahi chodti &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sameer:&lt;br /&gt;tumne galat samjha dost,…&lt;br /&gt;bewafa vo nahi, hum hi the….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dipika:&lt;br /&gt;Havent penned it down but still…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaj bhi unki nazron mein raaj wohi tha&lt;br /&gt;Chehra wohi tha chehre ka libaas wohi tha&lt;br /&gt;Kaise unko bewafaa keh doon yaaron&lt;br /&gt;Aaj bhi unke dekhne ka andaaz wohi tha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easwar:&lt;br /&gt;Bewafai ko kyon dosh dete ho?&lt;br /&gt;Who to tanhai mein bhi saath chodti,&lt;br /&gt;Yaadon ko saath leke chalti hain!&lt;br /&gt;Gam ke saagar ko khudko dubate kyon ho?&lt;br /&gt;Tham le yaadon ka sahara aur zindagi ka rukh badal le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sameer:&lt;br /&gt;bewafaa ab koi haemin kya kahe,&lt;br /&gt;kisi lafzon ki jarurat hi nahi,&lt;br /&gt;jab khud ki nazaron mein gir gaye hai hum,&lt;br /&gt;to jameen se nazare uthne ki himmat hi nahi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easwar:&lt;br /&gt;Kaun keht hain aasmaan mein ched nahi ho sakta?&lt;br /&gt;Tabiyat se patthar to uchalo!!&lt;br /&gt;Bewafai zameen sir ankhon sahi,&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi itni bhi buri nahi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dipika:&lt;br /&gt;zindagi se hum gustakhi karenge sirf ek baar&lt;br /&gt;yaar chalenge paidal, kandhe par hum sawaar&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Amey:&lt;br /&gt;Kaise likhte ho yaar ye sab  … mai din bhar alag se baithke sochun fir bhi ek line bhi nahi likh paunga … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dipika:&lt;br /&gt;Muze tumse gila koi, tumhe muzse shikayat hai&lt;br /&gt;Magar fir bhi muze teri, Tuze meri jarurat hai&lt;br /&gt;Main ye ikraar karta hun, main tumse pyaar karta hun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi aa raha hun main………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easwar:&lt;br /&gt;Yaadein sahara hain har muskil mod parr,&lt;br /&gt;Log chale jaayenge unki yaadein reh jaayengi,&lt;br /&gt;Saaye ki tarah zindagi ke har mod parr,&lt;br /&gt;Phool murjha jaaye parr khusboo reh jaayegi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sameer:&lt;br /&gt;bahot khub, bahot khub tumne hai farmaya dost,&lt;br /&gt;english aur hindi se ab tum nikal rahe ho most,&lt;br /&gt;yunhi shabdo ke fer-badal se, dil ka haal sunate raho&lt;br /&gt;lekin bas, isi chakkar mein kabhi tum ho na jana deep-frost !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(desperation to make it rhyme :)  !!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easwar:&lt;br /&gt;Lajaawab to tum bhi,&lt;br /&gt;Shagird ho main tumhara,&lt;br /&gt;Kavita likhta hoon yu hi,&lt;br /&gt;Shayad koi kali mil jaaye b4 I die kuwara!!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dipika:&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi saaz bane &lt;br /&gt;soz na banne paaye&lt;br /&gt;dil to tute magar&lt;br /&gt;aawaj na hone paaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i dun remember the meaning of soz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sameer:&lt;br /&gt;channnnnnnnn !!!!   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easwar:&lt;br /&gt;Madira ki talap se bhari thi kavita,&lt;br /&gt;Kisi ke deedar ko tadapti hui,&lt;br /&gt;Ankhon se main chalakte hue!&lt;br /&gt;Rhyme nahi hua to kya but its still a kavita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HR ke ppt mein doob jaao ab…Madhushala Madhushala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sameer:&lt;br /&gt;Dubakkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madhushala to likhi ek Bachhan ne hi thi,&lt;br /&gt;Lekin vo jamana to gujar gaya,&lt;br /&gt;Lage hue hai aajkal ye baap-bete dono,&lt;br /&gt;‘Kajrare-Kajrare’ sunate hue logo ko, in stereo and mono !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(another act of desperation !! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amey:&lt;br /&gt;This is for Easwar …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhagwaan jiske saath apna naam share karta ho …&lt;br /&gt;Chahane wale jiske liye itna care karte ho …&lt;br /&gt;Tumhe tumhari KALI jaroor milegi mere dost…&lt;br /&gt;Because u are a bachelor sought after the most …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easwar:&lt;br /&gt;Jiski smile ho  full 10 mile,&lt;br /&gt;Doodh jiske saamne de blushing smile,&lt;br /&gt;Amy tujhe prapt ho teri cricket admirer,&lt;br /&gt;Tu runs banate jaaaur aur karr de uske dil ko beqarar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dipika:&lt;br /&gt;AAMI AAAMI :) :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sameer:&lt;br /&gt;ye ‘cricket admirer’ ka kya hai naya silsila?&lt;br /&gt;doston ko nahi bataya, kya humse hai koi gila,&lt;br /&gt;kaun hai jo tumhare smile pe ho gayi hai ghayal,&lt;br /&gt;hamein bhi to zara batao, hum bhi to hai tumhare kayal !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dipika:&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was roraring with shouts&lt;br /&gt;When Aami achieved an amazing feat&lt;br /&gt;Couple of them said there’s no doubt&lt;br /&gt;‘Aami is so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was the grand finale of a session that lasted around two and a half hours !!! Wish more of such 'blood tests' happen... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21861505-115710755097585016?l=cerebralfeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/feeds/115710755097585016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21861505&amp;postID=115710755097585016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/115710755097585016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/115710755097585016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/2006/09/side-effect-of-blood-test_01.html' title='Side Effect of the &apos;blood test&apos;...'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470470717675969291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861505.post-115696464828823079</id><published>2006-08-30T22:56:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:04:08.316+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kavi Sammelan @ SPJCM</title><content type='html'>This is what was going on in one of the lectures !&lt;br /&gt;with the silent audience recording the proceedings :)&lt;br /&gt;Be patient, and read the 'masterpieces' by my batchmates !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easwar:&lt;br /&gt;The war was never so intense,&lt;br /&gt;Nemesis meets once again with no pretence,&lt;br /&gt;Battle has taken a war stance,&lt;br /&gt;May the best man have the sustenance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek S:&lt;br /&gt;Baa baa black sheep have u any wool,&lt;br /&gt;Yes ******* , three bags full,&lt;br /&gt;One for my master, one for my bitch,&lt;br /&gt;One for the horny boy who screws like a witch….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr..Censored stuff...yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easwar:&lt;br /&gt;Jolly was I ere I saw poem so horrendous,&lt;br /&gt;Vulgarity it poured and the sin was ominous,&lt;br /&gt;Revealed it did a personality not so porous,&lt;br /&gt;I can hear clangs of battle onerous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek S:&lt;br /&gt;The battle tided over, the victor has won,&lt;br /&gt;Does not get the point, this EJ –son of a gun,&lt;br /&gt;Give up O pseudo poet, the master hath speak,&lt;br /&gt;Barking at the sun??? shows u r weak!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easwar:&lt;br /&gt;Brains that thou have if any,&lt;br /&gt;Have evaporated penning this epiphany,&lt;br /&gt;Darned would I be if it were worth a penny,&lt;br /&gt;Poet or not my ethics are strong not fragile as tiffany!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek S:&lt;br /&gt;Count down it is I agree,&lt;br /&gt;Who is ousted we shall have to see,&lt;br /&gt;Ephiphany, tiffany words of lost cause,&lt;br /&gt;You wanna win? Give up to the boss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siva:&lt;br /&gt;An effort worth trying,&lt;br /&gt;But what to write – still wondering,&lt;br /&gt;In front of boss panicking,&lt;br /&gt;Will not be thwarted – assuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek S:&lt;br /&gt;An excellent effort I must say shivvvy,&lt;br /&gt;But the point is to put EJ in his place, that paavi,&lt;br /&gt;‘Silence is golden’ , people say, I agree,&lt;br /&gt;But does it signal his loss, and my victory??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easwar:&lt;br /&gt;For the moment sabbath I take,&lt;br /&gt;For I shall not miss the lecture else I shall rue my mistake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anup:&lt;br /&gt;Easwar and Vivek S are similar PER SE, HAMARE LIYE?&lt;br /&gt;Jaise Gandhiji aur Mallika they – India KE LIYE,&lt;br /&gt;Gandhiji ne kapde tyaag diye, Desh KE LIYE,&lt;br /&gt;Aur Mallike, hum jaise desh-waasiyon KE LIYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek V:&lt;br /&gt;Reading this mail,&lt;br /&gt;Has just made me die laughing&lt;br /&gt;Cant hold myself any further...&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen,Make way&lt;br /&gt;coz elvis is gona enter the building?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dipika:&lt;br /&gt;Victory for you is miles away&lt;br /&gt;Not a word against my bro, PER SE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siva:&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! What a support,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get cut-throat,&lt;br /&gt;Never a chance to reach finish line&lt;br /&gt;Continue thinking about it offline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek S:&lt;br /&gt;I know Siva, I agree with you,&lt;br /&gt;That was a stinker, but as expected, right on cue,&lt;br /&gt;You are right; it is getting cut-throat,&lt;br /&gt;All for supporting a mustached goat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siva:&lt;br /&gt;Ho Ho – as the competition rise,&lt;br /&gt;Inviting response as wise,&lt;br /&gt;Though not from anyone else,&lt;br /&gt;Where are you? Someone feeling brotherless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek S:&lt;br /&gt;O! Peeps, hope a lesson is well learnt,&lt;br /&gt;Support Mr. Epiphany, and now your finger is burnt,&lt;br /&gt;War is on they said, ‘the lines are drawn’,&lt;br /&gt;But Peeps, do you realize you guys lack brains and brawn??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhakti:&lt;br /&gt;Thy daunted bro o fair damsel has taken a sabbatical&lt;br /&gt;The decorative nomenclature is proving to be an obstacle&lt;br /&gt;Pray for thee o lady to help him overcome the hurdle&lt;br /&gt;Assist the befuddled and thwarted duke out of the muddle…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anup:&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a pity, thou poetry standards,&lt;br /&gt;Not in sync with my Vocabulary standards,&lt;br /&gt;O dear poet, please explain your verse,&lt;br /&gt;If it goes on like this, I may have to use WEBSTERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dipika:&lt;br /&gt;You will get to see the brains as well as the brawn&lt;br /&gt;Just wait until the dawn&lt;br /&gt;The mystery shall soon unfold&lt;br /&gt;O world behold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dipika:&lt;br /&gt;Aag lag rahi hai&lt;br /&gt;Dhuaan sa uthta hai&lt;br /&gt;Kyun nahi jaane dil kiska jalta hai&lt;br /&gt;Dil kiska jalta hai…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek S:&lt;br /&gt;Water tankers on it way!!!&lt;br /&gt;I’m there to help u out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anup:&lt;br /&gt;Sir - Is jawani mein ye josh dheek nahin hai, 'OK'&lt;br /&gt;Hamara kya hai, hum to poetry likh rahe hain 'SO-KE'&lt;br /&gt;Koi tho hamen bachao, 'PER SE'&lt;br /&gt;Laakhon Duayen milenge unko - 'SAB SE'!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhakti:&lt;br /&gt;Siblings in arms against weapons of mass (verbal) destruction&lt;br /&gt;Together affright with severe opposition&lt;br /&gt;Doubt the valor and ability of the competition&lt;br /&gt;Sister fighting the battle whilst the bro shies away from confrontation……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sameer:&lt;br /&gt;band karo band karo band karo ye atyachaar&lt;br /&gt;shobha nahi deta ye, hum sab hai ek hi parivar,&lt;br /&gt;doston ke ‘gun-gaan’ phir bhi tum gaye jaao,&lt;br /&gt;biguul jab baja diya hai to, talwaar ki dhaar badhae jao…. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siva:&lt;br /&gt;What say the result of a two liner?&lt;br /&gt;Can’t be as perfect and finer,&lt;br /&gt;Before you could say start,&lt;br /&gt;It went shoot, sharp and fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dipika:&lt;br /&gt;What matters is not if the lines are two or four…&lt;br /&gt;As long as true feelings galore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easwar:&lt;br /&gt;Valour was held aloft while my sabbatical,&lt;br /&gt;Damsels held nerves under assails bordering satirical,&lt;br /&gt;Steadfast did my sis stand under missiles so categorical,&lt;br /&gt;The battle is still on, of classrooms and moors, do not discount my silence as my foible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easwar:&lt;br /&gt;Vulgarity and insane madness I curse thee,&lt;br /&gt;Thaws away friendship that was frozen away till eternity,&lt;br /&gt;Aye with my sis all that matters is this earthly canopy,&lt;br /&gt;Profanity and unwarranted gestures are sheer atrophy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easwar:&lt;br /&gt;Deserts so barren, days so long,&lt;br /&gt;Where art thou? Saccharine November I forlorn,&lt;br /&gt;Olfactory glands abate gourmet wafts that reek strong,&lt;br /&gt;Heart meanders, mind says ‘2 more months to tag along’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easwar:&lt;br /&gt;Yo Man,Check who is the latest Tam in Town,&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in 9 Yards and wearing a frown,&lt;br /&gt;Yo Man, Check who is the latest Tam in Town,&lt;br /&gt;Bal by name,wearing malli pu as a crown,&lt;br /&gt;Yo Man, Check who is the latest Tam in Town,&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to practice Tamil, All the globe shall do a Mexican show down!&lt;br /&gt;Yo Man, Check who is the latest Tam in Town,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhakti:&lt;br /&gt;What’s this half-tam business can u plz explain&lt;br /&gt;The incessant reference to it is chewing up my brain&lt;br /&gt;My ignorance and impatience to the reference I cant contain&lt;br /&gt;From Retaliating to these Digs, I could abstain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhakti:&lt;br /&gt;Oh fugga, My fugga what have u done,&lt;br /&gt;Linking up pals u think its fun…&lt;br /&gt;Earl, a fitting rely to their query u must return&lt;br /&gt;Fugga,Await your nemesis, let this conundrum adjourn………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anup:&lt;br /&gt;Come on maaan. What are you waiting for EJ?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we are cracking a PJ&lt;br /&gt;During such an interesting session like DBMS per se,&lt;br /&gt;‘Haan’ bol dena is awzar par hum sab se!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easwar:&lt;br /&gt;Aggrieved I am on the consequences I see,&lt;br /&gt;Pairing up is a tea time policy,&lt;br /&gt;Friendship has been labeled to the extent impurity&lt;br /&gt;I urge thee monkeys to get back to humanity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21861505-115696464828823079?l=cerebralfeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/feeds/115696464828823079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21861505&amp;postID=115696464828823079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/115696464828823079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/115696464828823079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/2006/08/kavi-sammelan-spjcm.html' title='Kavi Sammelan @ SPJCM'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470470717675969291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861505.post-115496047858978019</id><published>2006-08-07T18:09:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T14:46:29.853+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pausacha ek themb.</title><content type='html'>Missing the good old monsoons back home! And its time for 'Friendship Day' too.&lt;br /&gt;This is for both...&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4734/2215/1600/P5204003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4734/2215/320/P5204003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pausacha eka themba saathi aaj he man kasa vihvaLun gela aahe…&lt;br /&gt;Ithe aalo aapan sagLe, jivanatla ek maarg shodhnya saathi,&lt;br /&gt;Pan aayushyacha asha kityek chaurastya ver, aaplyala ya themba-chi aathvan yenar aahe….&lt;br /&gt;Yachi jaaNiv tar aaplyala jhalich asaNar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ekmekannchi sobat, haach ithe ek saglyat mottha aadhar aahe.&lt;br /&gt;Yach aadharela, ya maitri la majhi ek bhaavpurna pushpanjali !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ek mitr.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21861505-115496047858978019?l=cerebralfeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/feeds/115496047858978019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21861505&amp;postID=115496047858978019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/115496047858978019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/115496047858978019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/2006/08/pausacha-ek-themb.html' title='Pausacha ek themb.'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470470717675969291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861505.post-115495430034552836</id><published>2006-08-07T16:27:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T15:36:34.930+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post First Brush...</title><content type='html'>Dubai – The City of Gold ! Finally landed at the airport &gt;&gt; Dubai International Airport or DXB. Foreign land. The first breath. Smelling the air, a ‘new air’, I was feeling like a foreign creature landing on a new planet. That feeling was strengthened by the marvelous sight of huge construction everywhere, in all possible shapes and heights…with the golden dust settling all over. (That was actually dust, construction dust, and lotsa sand in the air!)The airport itself is a huge place and after meandering through three floors of labyrinth, we reached the Immigration Check counter. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4734/2215/1600/dxb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:5px 10px 10px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4734/2215/320/dxb.jpg" border="0" alt="DXB" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All along the way were several duty free shops…yess, the charm of Duty Free lurks everywhere and then finally made our way outta airport after almost an hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we met our SPJain guy who had come to receive us. On our way back…we got a glimpse of this city. The first thing that I noticed were right there on the roads – Cars n Cars n Cars…lotsa cars of all possible brands in the world !!! You name it and you have it on the road in Dubai.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4734/2215/1600/logos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:10px 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4734/2215/320/logos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a short drive of 40 mins from Airport to Al Barsha ( our refuge for the next 6 months), I saw Toyotas (the most common here, even the taxis here are Camry and Corolla), Nissans (again plenty of them), BMWs, Hondas, Porsches, Ferraris, Pontiacs, Mercedes (ohh…those twin seaters SLK 350 are a beauty to die for), GMCs, Land Rovers, Prados,Lexus, Infinitys,Lincoln, Fords, VolksWagen, Mazdas, Peugeots, Opels, Audis…(ohh yes how could I forget the awesome Audi TT Coupe’), and the list just goes on and on and on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing that hit me was the speed. Driving at 100-120 kmph was normal and the major roads were with 12 lanes .Throughout the trip I felt I was on Express Highway!!! Apart from this what hit me were the buildings, especially the Emirates Hotel Tower and the most coveted Burj-Al-Arab on Sheikh Zayed Road. It was like a mirage (well atleast it was happening in an apt geographical location), coz just a couple of months back some one had forwarded a presentation on Burj-Al-Arab and I never thought that I‘ll be seeing that in brick and mortar within six months! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4734/2215/1600/BURJ-AL-ARAB.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4734/2215/320/BURJ-AL-ARAB.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is an architectural wonder with its unique shell structure and an ostentatious entry fee of 200 Dirhams (which is roughly Rs. 2500)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In around 40 minutes, we ‘pit stopped’ at the coveted Green Villa in Al Barsha. This Green Villa happened to be the only entity closest (resemblance) to the green environment. The locality was an upcoming one and boasted of one of the best bungalows in town (undoubtedly), but invariably it kept reminding me of the life in the desert! Till now this is my closest brush with it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to experience it more and in a true sense in this part of the world very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21861505-115495430034552836?l=cerebralfeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/feeds/115495430034552836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21861505&amp;postID=115495430034552836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/115495430034552836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/115495430034552836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/2006/08/post-first-brush.html' title='Post First Brush...'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470470717675969291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861505.post-114991964223477366</id><published>2006-06-10T10:06:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T10:07:56.156+04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Brush...</title><content type='html'>So finally we were off to the ‘phoren land’…shayad onsite ka sapna jo har ek software engineer dekhta hai….vo kuch is tarah pura ho raha tha. Finally the PG thing was being realized. I was joining SPJCM, Dubai – Singapore for one year MBA program.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the Oman Air flight WY836, departed on 6.30 am, 8th June 2006 from Hyderabad, India, these were the thoughts crossing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landed in Muscat’s Seeb International Airport was the first brush with the phoren air. The flight was pretty cool and as we approached the land my excitement was increasing. Geography was pretty strange with only sea to my right and only brown barren mountains to my left. Not a soul in sight. Finally I saw a couple of white tents on land, a lone merchant ship on the sea and then the airstrip ahead. Getting out of the flight, I felt the hot burnt desert air brushing against my face and it was just 10.30 am, local time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved to the airport lobby where we got the boarding passes for the next flight to Dubai, Oman Air flight WY685, scheduled after 2 hours. Approaching the waiting area, I see the first ‘duty free shop’!!! Alas, finally the duty free shops!! The famous duty free shops!! But despite the duty free, the costs were still sky rocketing…Just outside the shop was a white Lexus GS300 luxury car, an absolute eye candy and next to it was a black Yamaha quad bike!! ‘That’s some treat now!’, I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long wait, finally we boarded our flight and flew towards our final destination &gt;&gt; DXB !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21861505-114991964223477366?l=cerebralfeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/feeds/114991964223477366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21861505&amp;postID=114991964223477366' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/114991964223477366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/114991964223477366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-brush.html' title='First Brush...'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470470717675969291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861505.post-114274420906440216</id><published>2006-03-19T08:52:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T09:05:48.393+04:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Deathbed…</title><content type='html'>Huge lobby with white marble flooring. Huge statue in the center with both arms open and pointing towards the sky. Green curtains everywhere. A very typical smell. People around in a very typical dress. Sitting there in the hospital’s lounge, my eyes were gazing at a face. A face which I don’t think I can ever forget in my whole life. It was probably the most expressive face I had ever seen in my entire life…except that the expression on that face was…rather there was no expression on the face, and it still had the capability of narrating an entire epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An epic of sadness. An epic of loneliness. An epic of despair. The face saw something imminent. Something unavoidable. Something that the tattered body had made a compromise with. Something to which the willpower had given up. Given up and accepted defeat. Its gonna be, anyway, the last fight for her. The statue in the lobby which symbolized hope…which looked like receiving the blessings from up above, suddenly posed a different meaning. The open hands were calling to the Divine as if a child seeking his mother’s embrace after a tiring day at play. Yes, the play was about to be over. The time was near for the eternal embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drooping shoulders were telling a tale about the burden they had lifted the entire life. Burden…rather, responsibility of being in a family, supporting another and probably raising one. Playing the role of a daughter, sister, mother, mother-in-law and grandmother, the life was a fully lived performing all the roles with utmost perfection. Performing? Yes. As Shakespeare had very aptly said, "All the world’s a stage and all us humans mere actors. All of us have to come on stage, performs our stints, and make an exit." On this stage everyone has his or her shares of ups and downs. Sometimes the actors forget the dialogues; at times the music man plays the song in the wrong scene; even worse, the light man gives a spotlight when the stage is supposed to be pitch dark! But the show must go on…It sure goes on. But the act has to come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there she was. Lying on the deathbed. Deathbed, which is going to put an end to her act. But the show sure goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21861505-114274420906440216?l=cerebralfeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/feeds/114274420906440216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21861505&amp;postID=114274420906440216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/114274420906440216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/114274420906440216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/2006/03/on-deathbed.html' title='On The Deathbed…'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470470717675969291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861505.post-114208875657511252</id><published>2006-03-11T18:41:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T18:52:36.596+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Time Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The news was out…I could not believe my ears, my eyes, my lenses and my senses! The news was like a dream come true…Jus’ like the ‘Summer of ’69…err…. I mean the summer of 2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a hot draining afternoon in room 101. Location: PICT Boy’s Hostel, Pune. Preparations for my third year second semester practical exams were on in full swing (Uhh…What a time that was!!!) and someone broke the news…Bryan Adams is flying down to India and will be performing LIVE in Bombay and Bangalore…This was the news in May 2002. This was Second Time Lucky. Someone screamed from the end of the corridor….BRYAN ADAMS !!!….WOW !!! But what to do with these goddamn exams??? In that exam time ka ‘mahol’ this news got kinda hush-hushed….and everybody was back to business. I couldn’t believe I was gonna miss this show which would be happening jus’ 150 km from my place! Bryan Adams man…It was Brandy! Performing Live….but the chances of attending the concert in the mid of exams was very very bleak….and then it happened. We buddies took the ‘kasam’ &gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ki boss!&lt;/strong&gt;…agli baar ye banda jab bhi India ke kisi bhi kone mein perform karega, iske concert mein to jarur jayenge…phir vo Arunachal ke jungalo mein hi kyu na ho…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circa 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a cool afternoon in a white cubicle (Thanks to the dear old A.C., which has become a ‘part and parcel’ of our lives). Location: Office in Mumbai…News was making rounds, rather zigzagging in between the cubicles that one Mr. Bryan Adams will be performing in Bombay and Bangalore. News was ‘supplied’ by one of my colleagues who recently got hooked to &lt;em&gt;Raak&lt;/em&gt; music and was extrrrremely keen on attending all &lt;em&gt;raak&lt;/em&gt; concerts happening in Mumbai!…This was the news in January 2006. This was Third Time Lucky. Yes…Finally he was back (First of all I thanked God he was not performing in Arunachal). Bryan Adams was performing right here in Mumbai…aamchi Mumbai!! I got a déjà vu…It WAS a dream come true. The entire happenings of that afternoon in the hostel jus’ flashed by in front of me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Showtime!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather it was time to climb down from Cloud Number Nine and take some quick action. Action like &gt;&gt; buying the tickets before all are sold out!! So I, along with two of my colleagues, rushed to the nearest outlet to collect the tickets for the show and after spending a bomb amount, held them proudly in my hand. It was a shiny dark green piece, with a golden hologram emblazoned on its surface, a list of sponsors on one side and a number of instructions on the rear side. It really was a gate-pass to the wonderland. We gladly celebrated our little victory and geared up for the bigger one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Showtime!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The D-day arrived. 4th of February. It was no less than 4th of July (American Independence Day) for me…I was feeling so liberated after all. The concert was arranged at MMRDA Ground, BKC (Bandra Kurla Complex). The show was supposed to start by 8:00 pm but the beeline was already there since 4:00…And boy…what a CROWD!!! Perfect ‘Eyetonics’ dressed in their best of attires to woo and get woo-ed and did we fall for the PYTs (Pretty Young Things)…You bet! So Here I Am…err I mean I was right at the doors of Heaven. I could see the Stars too… :-) I stood in the loooo…ngg line, which seemed to touch eternity. It seemed that the whole of Mumbai had turned in for the concert. The area enclosed for the show was a huge huge space with bright lights and equally huge banners screaming out the sponsors’ names. At one side was a huge wooden stage built up for him where few band members were arranging the instruments and doing the last minute checks. The wait, though very long was worth every second and people jus’ didn’t stop coming in. Deluge. Flood water flowing over the water gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show started by a salsa dance presentation and a few rock gigs by some local bands. And then he barged in with his band. Bryan Adams in all of flesh and blood performing right in front of me…Man! And I really tumbled down the rabbit hole (This one is for you buddy!). He started with Cloud Number Nine (I need not mention the girls screaming at the top of their voices…who intelligently occupied the front most rows :-)) and moved on to few old ones from his album Reckless. After which he belted out hits after hits…18 Till I Die, Heaven, Stars, Everything I Do, Please Forgive Me, Back To You, Cuts Like A Knife, …. The best was when he started this song by saying: ‘If you haven’t heard this song yet, I don’t know where you had been’….&lt;br /&gt;                                                            (guitar strumming)…&lt;br /&gt;                         I got my first real six strings, bought it at the five and dime,&lt;br /&gt;                             played it till my fingers bled, it was the Summer of ’69…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man’s energy was worth envy. He sang with such amazing intensity and passion that I could feel my emotions changing with the songs. But, such is the power of music and when there is none other than Bryan Adams to hypnotize you, to be there in that moment, then one is simply left…speechless! Junta went in frenzy, screaming and responding to the magic that he created there that evening. Everyone singing along with him, hands in the air, and all in perfect blissful harmony jus’ like devout &lt;em&gt;bhakts&lt;/em&gt; getting mesmerized by the &lt;em&gt;bhajans&lt;/em&gt; in their Lord’s praise (though here the bhajans too were sung by the lord himself…). The ‘pooja’ lasted for around two and a half hours. And as he was about to wind up and leave, people started screaming for one more song…The scream was maddening…sure to drive even Bryan Adams nuts. And I guess after little negotiation with the event manager, he was back on the stage and gave us another hit! I was simply overwhelmed at the end of it…and there were several PYTs all teary-eyed bidding adieu to Bryan at the end of show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s more than a month after the show now, but the music mania that Bryan Adams created that evening feels like yesterday evening and will sure be like this for some more time to come… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21861505-114208875657511252?l=cerebralfeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/feeds/114208875657511252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21861505&amp;postID=114208875657511252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/114208875657511252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/114208875657511252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/2006/03/third-time-lucky.html' title='Third Time Lucky'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470470717675969291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861505.post-113888526103772009</id><published>2006-02-02T16:55:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T17:01:01.046+04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog</title><content type='html'>My first text in the blogosphere ! Will be posting a lotsa stuff...some impromptu....some planned !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a dekko soon............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21861505-113888526103772009?l=cerebralfeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/feeds/113888526103772009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21861505&amp;postID=113888526103772009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/113888526103772009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21861505/posts/default/113888526103772009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebralfeed.blogspot.com/2006/02/first-blog.html' title='First Blog'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470470717675969291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
