<?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-8173514223827409254</id><updated>2012-02-03T00:32:19.513+05:30</updated><category term='Champions'/><category term='clear'/><category term='news'/><category term='movies'/><category term='cricket'/><category term='Pursuit'/><category term='suicides'/><category term='advertising'/><category term='pakodas'/><category term='Little'/><category term='Chetan Bhagat'/><category term='temper'/><category term='N70'/><category term='Manhattan'/><category term='breaking'/><category term='symbian'/><category term='strategic'/><category term='WLAN'/><category term='5 megapixel'/><category term='Marketing'/><category term='Rhymes'/><category term='Spirit of Mumbai'/><category term='football'/><category term='Goa'/><category term='Stamford'/><category term='accounts'/><category term='friends'/><category term='children'/><category term='Moscow'/><category term='simsrites'/><category term='proverb'/><category term='research'/><category term='Spirit'/><category term='Passing though'/><category term='engineering'/><category term='Nokia'/><category term='mumbai'/><category term='man U'/><category term='remote'/><category term='happy'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='MHRDM'/><category term='virajpet'/><category term='hostel'/><category term='Manchester'/><category term='vb series'/><category term='Happyness'/><category term='letter'/><category term='puppy love'/><category term='Smile'/><category term='United'/><category term='IIT'/><category term='Chelsea'/><category term='IITian'/><category term='Click'/><category term='Mistakes'/><category term='holi'/><category term='Bomb blast'/><category term='Coorg'/><category term='RECRUIT'/><category term='sitcom'/><category term='missed call'/><category term='rains'/><category term='questions'/><category term='N95'/><category term='management'/><category term='Scarlett'/><category term='google'/><title type='text'>Thoughts Unleashed!!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>My thoughts, my opinions -- Freedom to express</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-3724059161906395985</id><published>2011-08-03T17:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-03T17:18:48.520+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SHIT Happens!!!!</title><content type='html'>Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!!! Real beauty lies inside…&lt;br /&gt;Money is not everything in the world!!! There are other things which are more important that money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time when u heard/made these random statements ??Probably when someone wanted to show sympathy to you right? Or probably to someone whom u wanted to indirectly say that he/she is ugly.. am not sure if its happens elsewhere..but we as Indians are very keen to sympathize with close ones…or for that matter anyone and everyone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel its in our blood to sympathize on the smallest of the issue…and we offer our shoulder to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions remain how many of the times we genuinely feel what we say? Am sure more than half the time when we try to sympathize someone by saying something..deep inside we feel otherwise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to share a real funny incident which happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the weekdays I had met up with couple of friends of mine from college..and as lazy as I am..I asked them to plan the meet near my office…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we 3 met , during our chat we felt out that one of friend (girl) was not in her best mood…so the other friend of mine enquired as to what was the reason for her foul mood…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl replied: Iam chumming and its my second day…that’s why the mood swings..&lt;br /&gt;The guy replied : trying to sympathize with her…”I know how you feeling”&lt;br /&gt;My reaction: DUDE REALLY?????? How ,when???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sooner the girl heard that…she took his case left right and center….Was one helleva incident..i mean poor guy was doing it in good faith..so he would have never thought this would backfire in such a way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only advice is whenever u try to console someone….make sure you choose the right words and the right response…don’t just say things for th sake of saying….if you do so- you know SHIT HAPPENS :-P..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-3724059161906395985?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/3724059161906395985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=3724059161906395985&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/3724059161906395985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/3724059161906395985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2011/08/shit-happens.html' title='SHIT Happens!!!!'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-7365682778086522698</id><published>2011-07-20T14:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-20T14:35:13.001+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bomb blast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirit of Mumbai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mumbai'/><title type='text'>Spirit of Mumbai - Really?</title><content type='html'>How does one identify what exactly is Spirit of Mumbai? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask that question and ten heads will turn around and say the fact that Mumbaikars turn to work the very next day of a natural calamity/ terrorist attacks shows the real spirit of Mumbai. A true Mumbaikar according to them is truly buoyant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News Channels and print media too make most of it by talking about how these things doesn’t hamper the spirit of Mumbaikars and how life returns to normalcy even after something like a 26/11 attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I fail to understand is “do we really have a choice to stay back at home after such calamities”. I am sure that 9 out 10 would say “NO”. Like us, many of them are more worried of the fact that they will get penalized for not showing up at work – especially if other colleagues turn up. It’s natural for people to move on with their life because if they don’t do so, they would not be able to survive in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya I know this is more valid to corporate stooges and that still there are ways in which you can take a day off…But what about people who work on daily wages? Do they really have a choice? If you look at the facts I am sure we will find people who are comfortably tucked into a safety blankets are people who will talk about SPIRIT of MUMBAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say calamities like this shows how people go out of their way to help others. I agree to their views, but deep down inside I am also aware of the sheer helplessness of ordinary Mumbaikars in the face of terror attacks. And that is why we help others hoping that in case we ever becomes a victim of such tragedy there will be someone to help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why aren’t we penalizing the media? they are people who provide free PR for the terrorist…Check the front page of DNA new papers the very next day of the recent attacks and I am sure you would have also been as perplexed as I was- they had an image of a person who was lying down in a pool of blood..during the recent bomb blasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their justification was they wanted us to face the reality…By humble request to them “please do not make us face such hard realities of Life … we are happy without own small world…” … Day in day out Mumbaikars see enough things which shows us the real Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please next time when you talk about spirit of Mumbai think of the people who have lost their life….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everybody says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Terrorist attacks” -&gt; “Media hype” -&gt; “The blame game”-&gt; “The candle light march”-&gt; “And life moves on”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-7365682778086522698?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/7365682778086522698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=7365682778086522698&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/7365682778086522698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/7365682778086522698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2011/07/spirit-of-mumbai-really.html' title='Spirit of Mumbai - Really?'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-1932258203844949161</id><published>2011-07-09T10:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-09T10:53:18.982+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blogger app on Android</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well after almost a year long break...let's see if i continue blogging via nexus &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-1932258203844949161?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/1932258203844949161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=1932258203844949161&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1932258203844949161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1932258203844949161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2011/07/blogger-app-on-android.html' title='Blogger app on Android'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-4231057675003933136</id><published>2010-01-12T00:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:48:34.582+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Best of FIVE!!!</title><content type='html'>"Best of FIVE "Well that's the slogan the most of the school students are saying now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 11 days of January 2010 has seen a lot of teen  suicide cases and most of them as per various sources are due to exam pressure..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We thought after all this the education ministry would look into the type of syllabus and try to make it more interesting...but i think our dear ministry had some other plans..so what do they do...&lt;br /&gt;they plan to introduce best of 5 system for 10th std board exams..where in the students have a chance to omit one subject from their syllabus of 6 subjects..now if you ask me..i really don't understand the logic behind this..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As per them this will help reduce stress and fear about tough subjects and students will be able to attempt exams without any pressure also.Oh ya forgot to tell you the main thing ,the ministry also i guess assumes that by introducing this system they will curb the suicide rate in teens..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My first reaction was WTF...what are they trying to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean are we trying to build a future wherein students will grow and face the tough world or are we making them into people who will run away from pressure and stress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By bowing down in front of such things are we indirectly inviting more trouble in future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there might be  better ways to see to it that the stress on students are reduced...but i am sure this is not the right one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-4231057675003933136?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/4231057675003933136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=4231057675003933136&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/4231057675003933136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/4231057675003933136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-of-five.html' title='Best of FIVE!!!'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-4227397292272553534</id><published>2009-12-29T23:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:19:57.457+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="il"&gt;Bob&lt;/span&gt; works hard at the plant and spends two nights each week bowling and plays golf every Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife thinks he's pushing himself too hard, So for his birthday she takes him to a local strip club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doorman at the club greets them and says, 'Hey, &lt;span class="il"&gt;Bob&lt;/span&gt;!    How ya doin?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife is puzzled And asks if he's been to this club before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh no,' says &lt;span class="il"&gt;Bob&lt;/span&gt;.   'He's in my bowling league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they are seated, a waitress asks &lt;span class="il"&gt;Bob&lt;/span&gt; if he'd like his usual.  And brings over a Budweiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife is becoming increasingly uncomfortable and says, 'How did she know that you drink Budweiser?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I recognize her, she's the waitress from the golf club. I always have a Bud at the end of the 1st nine, honey.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around &lt;span class="il"&gt;Bob&lt;/span&gt;, starts to rub herself all over him and says,&lt;br /&gt;'Hi &lt;span class="il"&gt;Bob&lt;/span&gt; Want your usual table dance, big boy?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="il"&gt;Bob&lt;/span&gt;'s wife, now furious, Grabs her purse and storms out of the club. &lt;span class="il"&gt;Bob&lt;/span&gt; follows and spots her getting into a cab.&lt;br /&gt;Before she can slam the door, He jumps in beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="il"&gt;Bob&lt;/span&gt; tries desperately to explain how the stripper must have mistaken him for someone else,&lt;br /&gt;But his wife is having none of it .&lt;br /&gt; She is screaming at him at the top of her lungs,&lt;br /&gt;Calling him every 4 letter word in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cabby turns around and says,&lt;br /&gt;'Geez &lt;span class="il"&gt;Bob&lt;/span&gt;, you picked up a real bitch this time.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-4227397292272553534?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/4227397292272553534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=4227397292272553534&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/4227397292272553534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/4227397292272553534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2009/12/bob.html' title='BOB'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-3915830734599438278</id><published>2009-12-11T04:10:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-11T04:19:30.919+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A spontaneous decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SyF6G4eKuUI/AAAAAAAABPo/kQOeQirRfmo/s1600-h/21112009248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SyF6G4eKuUI/AAAAAAAABPo/kQOeQirRfmo/s200/21112009248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413742485732768066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People say never take any spontaneous decision,never make any hasty decision as they never work and always backfire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well i always followed that particular funda until 3 weeks back..It was one small trip to tattoo shop with my friend which prompted me to get myself inked..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SyF6u1FnNlI/AAAAAAAABQA/yBN9iZvqgGE/s1600-h/21112009251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SyF6u1FnNlI/AAAAAAAABQA/yBN9iZvqgGE/s200/21112009251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413743172019238482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At first when i went to the shop and the desire of getting a tattoo emerged I thought it might be and temporary one...but i was proved wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The same day i started thinking as to what would be the significance of my first tattoo and there i was with the answer...I always believed what ever happens will happen for good as it is god who has already chalked down our life...So i had no second thoughts and decided it would be "BLESSED" yes that is what my tattoo would say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is my belief that god's blessing is always there with me which prompted me to go ahead with this word.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Any trust me people this is one spontaneous decision that iam really proud of..and really happy too :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attaching the images do lemme know wat you think!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-3915830734599438278?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/3915830734599438278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=3915830734599438278&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/3915830734599438278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/3915830734599438278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2009/12/spontaneous-decision.html' title='A spontaneous decision'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SyF6G4eKuUI/AAAAAAAABPo/kQOeQirRfmo/s72-c/21112009248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-8922625393872020837</id><published>2009-11-18T03:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-18T03:57:53.278+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A reminder from God!!!</title><content type='html'>Had a a very tough last week....had my exams.As if the tension of exams was not enough,we had our MET dept putting us in catch 22 situation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The all hyped cyclone which was supposed to hit Mumbai shores never came[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not that i wanted it to come and destroy&lt;/span&gt;]..But the news spread havoc all around...thanks to which our exam on that day got postponed...and we had to spend one more day cramming like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ways done with exams i really wanted to loosen up and get away from the books...so we went to Carter Road[People from mumbai may know wat iam talkin bout] Its just to place to relax....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were sitting on a wall facing the open sea and i could see a lot of people around...Some jogging,talkin a strole,couples but there was this kid who really caught my eyes and my mind...he was happy walkin with few biscuits in his hand...It was very clear that he was one of the slum dweller...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walkin pass people suddenly he fell down and all his biscuits fell from his hand...That kid was in all tears.His sister who also may be around 5 yrs came running picked his up..that kid got up picked up the fallen biscuits and went ahead...&lt;br /&gt;When i saw this it really pinched me and reminded of all those times when we have taken things for granted and not appreciated the small things that god has blessed us with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a reminder that God gave to us saying understand the imp of things that you have...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-8922625393872020837?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/8922625393872020837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=8922625393872020837&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/8922625393872020837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/8922625393872020837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2009/11/reminder-from-god.html' title='A reminder from God!!!'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-8212734005935930398</id><published>2009-10-14T04:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-14T04:27:32.742+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Theory of Intelligence</title><content type='html'>I don't think I've ever heard the concept explained any better than this&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt; :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'Well you see, Norm, it's like this . . . A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Now, as we know, excessive intake of alcohol kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. And that, Norm, is why you always feel smarter after a few beers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-8212734005935930398?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/8212734005935930398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=8212734005935930398&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/8212734005935930398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/8212734005935930398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2009/10/theory-of-intelligence.html' title='The Theory of Intelligence'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-1713857692803302548</id><published>2009-10-03T00:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:17:40.279+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The debate continues</title><content type='html'>Gandhi Jayanti....i am sure even Gandhiji must have never dreamt that there would be so much debate regarding this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day today only 2 things were flashing on the new channels...&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should we have national holiday on 2 Oct&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should govt impose Dry day on 2 Oct&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a real funny argument  isn't?I mean instead of debating on such pity issue it would have been better if more imp things are given a thought for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One point that i really liked was "Gandhi was  a person who would have never said that a holiday should be declared on this day"...&lt;br /&gt;More over what significance do we actually give to this day...just putting a garland on Gandhiji's status and enjoying the rest of the day doing the usual stuff does it really make justice to such a personality don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry day what is the reason behind this thing?people who want to drink will drink any how...i don't need to give how the ways they get their hands laid on the hard drinks on dry day....iam sure at least some of you guys must have seen it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is your say..dry day yes or no??? holiday yes or no??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-1713857692803302548?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/1713857692803302548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=1713857692803302548&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1713857692803302548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1713857692803302548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2009/10/debate-continues.html' title='The debate continues'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-7431681300056325008</id><published>2009-08-29T00:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:53:12.133+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I wasnt a kid when I was a kid</title><content type='html'>Some times back I had gone on a trip woth some of my friends and there we talkin about all the fun things that we did during our child hood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody started telling their share of karnameins....and it was fun...end of the topic we actually concluded that indeed our childhood was normal......as most of the things we spoke was done by all of us at one time or other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are few things that I did during my child hoods days that even other friends of mine agreed to have done most of the things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catching fishes from the gutter [this always topped the charts]..putting them in a jar and then feeding them earthworms was one of the the most fun thing..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Catching Dragon fly tieing a thread to its tail and letting it fly...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We use to take a wooden log and tie a rope to it and dang it inside water as a boat which use to collect during rainy reasons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once my friends wanted to eat something sweet...so I went home and got a whole sugar ka dabba and distributed to all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; We use to go to the local vada pav wala during peak hours take a plate of samosa or vada pav come out of the crowd eat and then gupchup leave with out paying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catching chameleon and making it inhale burning tobacco...havent u done that..man u need to try this...the chameleon get high and starts dancing...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Title coined by Shwetzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-7431681300056325008?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/7431681300056325008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=7431681300056325008&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/7431681300056325008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/7431681300056325008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wasnt-kid-when-i-was-kid.html' title='I wasnt a kid when I was a kid'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-6708751100537530975</id><published>2009-08-19T02:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-19T02:47:06.603+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Smsing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The age of mobile has really taken over human species in a very funny way....we have become so addicted to that sometimes huge blunders happen as we get distracted due to excessive use of mobile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ne ways I am not here today to talk on hazards of mobile usage....recently i faced some problem in my mobile...whenever i tried opening msg under message tab it took ages for it to open...I can adjust with any other problem in my mobile ...but when by moblie responds slow i really hate it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I knew this was happening to due to the absurd number of sms that are there in my mobile..the last count was something around 1775...So i had this uphill task of deleting msgs...yes i could have deleted by just selecting msg at random but I really dint want to delete good msgs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So i started goin through msgs and started deleting it individually..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This it is where i found the kinds of forwarding/msging that people follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here are few types of msgs which i found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Pass n the luck wala sms&lt;/span&gt;.: I am sure most of you guys must also have received such msgs...dont you just hate it when that happens.It says that pass this sms to 10 people and you will get a good news kinda stuff.I mean common people get a life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Pj's&lt;/span&gt;: these are ones which simple makes u feel like putting your hand down your stomach and riping of those guts...those silly ones..the kinda jokes that we use to pass when we were like 8 or 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The real funny one&lt;/span&gt;: These are ones which really make you laugh your heart out....not the cliché ones...but seemingly funny.&lt;/span&gt;Thoough most of them are so called NV jokes they are fun...atleats better than those senti forwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Emotional torture hindi msgs&lt;/span&gt;: Now i don't hate hindi but u know it really gets on to my nerves when people send those hindi shayari and stuff...half the time is wasted in understanding what the word means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Inspirational msgs&lt;/span&gt;: i would say some of these are really good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Taunt-messages&lt;/span&gt;: an example from shwezzz will help better to understand what i mean “Zindagi Behal Hai,Sur Hai Na Taal Hai,Message Box Bhi Kangal Hai,Pata Nahi Aapka Kya Haal Chal Hai”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then tere is those sms lingo wala msges..i mean people end up shortening the word so much end of the day even the sender has to wonder what it actually meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So what kinds of msg you get..for that matter what kind of msg u forward :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-6708751100537530975?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/6708751100537530975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=6708751100537530975&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/6708751100537530975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/6708751100537530975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2009/08/smsing.html' title='Smsing'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-6866763687433820719</id><published>2009-08-06T00:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:47:00.197+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Which is better??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Long time that I have posted something funny...i mean one of thoese forwards from the stack...This recession period has really been spoil sport for many people...so thought of posting this funny mail which I received..I found this more funny coz i received this mail from a girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="il"&gt;Beer&lt;/span&gt; v/s Women, Which is better&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A &lt;span class="il"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt; is always wet, a woman isn't.&lt;br /&gt;1 point for &lt;span class="il"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="il"&gt;Beer&lt;/span&gt; is horrible when it is hot.&lt;br /&gt;1 point for women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A cold &lt;span class="il"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt; satisfies you.&lt;br /&gt;1 point for &lt;span class="il"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 . If you come back home smelling &lt;span class="il"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt;, your wife can get angry at you. If you come back home smelling women, your wife will get angry for sure and she might even not talk to you again.&lt;br /&gt;Draw! (It depends on your point of view).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 10 beers in a night and then you can't drive. 10 women in one night and you don't have to drive anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;1 point for women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The older &lt;span class="il"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt; is, the better.&lt;br /&gt;1 point for &lt;span class="il"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Many beers can make you see UFO's. Many women can make you see God!&lt;br /&gt;1 point for women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you ask yourself how the next woman will be, you're normal. If you ask yourself how the next &lt;span class="il"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt; will be, you're alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;1 point for women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. For a &lt;span class="il"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt; you pay taxes.&lt;br /&gt;1 point for women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you take a second &lt;span class="il"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt;, the first one doesn't get angry.&lt;br /&gt;1 point for &lt;span class="il"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You can always be sure that you're the first one "opening" a &lt;span class="il"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1 point for &lt;span class="il"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If you shake a &lt;span class="il"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt;, after a while it calms down by itself.&lt;br /&gt;1 point for &lt;span class="il"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You know exactly how much a &lt;span class="il"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt; costs.&lt;br /&gt;1 point for &lt;span class="il"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A &lt;span class="il"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt; doesn't have a mother.&lt;br /&gt;1 point for &lt;span class="il"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You can do it if you want, but &lt;span class="il"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt; won't ask you to hug her for half an hour after.&lt;br /&gt;1 point for &lt;span class="il"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Score: &lt;span class="il"&gt;Beer&lt;/span&gt; beats women. (9 to 6)&lt;br /&gt;If you're a woman and getting angry, think that a &lt;span class="il"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another point for &lt;span class="il"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt;! FINAL SCORE: 10 to 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: Iam not a sexist and i still like the oposite gender :-P please take this post in a lighter sense...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-6866763687433820719?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/6866763687433820719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=6866763687433820719&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/6866763687433820719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/6866763687433820719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2009/08/which-is-better.html' title='Which is better??'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-1815439654476353863</id><published>2009-07-30T01:33:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:42:13.351+05:30</updated><title type='text'>7 Weird facts about me...a Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7 weird things/facts about me....this is the tag which I received from my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://swathyk.blogspot.com/"&gt;cousin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  ..when i got tagged for this i wasn't sure how would i complete this...[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;common ya how can i know what weird things i do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I literally  hold of people and asked them if there is thing which I do which was weird..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So here you go a list of 7 things...which i have got from my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1.As a person i am very very impatient....looking at that one of my Friend told me that its weird how I sit for hrs doing sketches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. I have a whole stack of greeting cards that I have received till now with me...none of them have been thrown.I still collect them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3.The words/quotes that i use during chatting [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;People who regularly chat with me know what iam talking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4.My feet are never covered with the blanket..when iam sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5.Again while sleeping...how much ever cold/chilly it be, i cant sleepy without the fan been switched on..the moment its switched off i get up..damn had tough times at native...as always the current use to go off in the morning.  :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6.This one was thanks to shwetzz...I like collecting glares...I have a fetish for glares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7.BRAND.... iam a brand freak..I prefer buying only branded things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dare U laught at ne of the above points....here you go swathy...this completes your tag...people who want to tag themselves can do so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-1815439654476353863?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/1815439654476353863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=1815439654476353863&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1815439654476353863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1815439654476353863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2009/07/7-weird-facts-about-mea-tag.html' title='7 Weird facts about me...a Tag'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-5386510031872111493</id><published>2009-07-18T01:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-18T01:57:50.462+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Are we ready??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sach ka Samna..... The India version of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Moment_of_Truth_%28American_game_show%29"&gt;Moment of Truth&lt;/a&gt; was aired recently and man it did raise some eyebrows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I saw the English version for sometime...and yes the questions were really personal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In a country like US,where relationships are not such an sensitive issue as compared to India...the show did ok not a super hit but still ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indians are more emotional and relationships are very imp...at least to most of them...I really don't know if this show will work....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recently I saw in news that the USA version was a reason for a divorce between a couple...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Colombian version too was called off air due to some similar reason......so what is awaiting the India version.....I guess time would only say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Many of them questioned whether India was ready for such a show....i guess the answer was as predicted NO....do u feel the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-5386510031872111493?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/5386510031872111493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=5386510031872111493&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/5386510031872111493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/5386510031872111493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-we-ready.html' title='Are we ready??'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-3062323820842976588</id><published>2009-06-29T23:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:19:13.506+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Talking to my diary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saw Shwetzz talking about this in her blog and my response to it was very spontaneous...something about which i always had strong notions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I mean I really don't understand why people talk to their diary...I feel people who talk to their diary are ones who choose to be loners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One who are afraid of sharing their feelings,their thougths...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is the use of talkin to the diary...as it wont respond back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friendships and friends have evolved over the period of time for this particular reason so that you can share and talk to them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I for myself always discourage this kinda behavior...what are you doin???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-3062323820842976588?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/3062323820842976588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=3062323820842976588&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/3062323820842976588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/3062323820842976588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2009/06/talking-to-my-diary.html' title='Talking to my diary...'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-7248131676652475460</id><published>2009-06-20T00:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:44:44.999+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Doctors ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me tell you about my doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He's very good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you tell him you want a second opinion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; he'll go out and come in again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He treated one woman for  jaundice for three years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; before he realized she was Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Another time he gave a patient six months to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; At the end of the six months, the patient hadn't paid his bill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so the doctor gave him another six months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; While he was talking to me, his nurse came in and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Doctor, there is a man here who thinks he's invisible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The doctor said, "Tell him I can't see him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Another time, a man came running in the office and yelled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Doctor, doctor!! -my son just swallowed a roll of film!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The doctor calmly replied, "Let's just wait and see what develops."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; One patient came in and said, "Doctor, I have a serious memory problem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The doctor asked, "When did it start?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The man replied, "When did what start?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I remember one time I told my doctor I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; had a ringing in my ears. His advice: "Don't answer it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My doctor sure has his share of nut cases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; One said to him, "Doctor, I think I'm a bell."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The doctor gave him some pills and said, "Here, take these -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; if they don't work, give me a ring."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Another guy told the doctor that he thought he was a deck of cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The doctor simply said, "Go sit over there. I'll deal with you later."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When I told my doctor I broke my leg in two places,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; he told me to stop going to those places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know, doctors can be so frustrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You wait a month and a half for an appointment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; then he says, "I wish you had come to me sooner."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-7248131676652475460?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/7248131676652475460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=7248131676652475460&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/7248131676652475460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/7248131676652475460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2009/06/doctors.html' title='Doctors ;)'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-6035905563235953282</id><published>2009-05-19T11:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:30:34.539+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Selfless deed!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Selfless deed sounds familiar...well for me is was...a much talked about subject specially when friends get together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The talk on Karma too comes in...remember the old saying.."if you do good to others good things will happen to you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; the effects of all deeds are viewed as actively shaping past, present, and future experiences. The results or 'fruits' of actions are called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span title="International Alphabet of Sanskrit Transliteration" style="white-space: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="sa-Latn"&gt;karma-phala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been accepted by many that there is no Selfless deed..&lt;br /&gt;When me and my colleague were discussing about the same...he raised a point that whether a woman who is pregnant can be an example for a person doing a selfless deed.&lt;br /&gt;We about were not sure if it would or not....&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-6035905563235953282?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/6035905563235953282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=6035905563235953282&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/6035905563235953282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/6035905563235953282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2009/05/selfless-deed.html' title='Selfless deed!!!'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-7862801121465043805</id><published>2009-04-21T01:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:35:56.228+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Enough of Fair trial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok first of all sorry guys wasn’t there active on blogville as i was suffering through an ailment called EXAMS....had a very hectic last week and plzzz one request dont ask how the exams were....THEY SUCKED BIG TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now for past 1 month of so I have been hearing a lot about right to Fair trial...India being a very just country wants everyone to have equal opportunity to defend him/herself...A lot has been said about principles upon which Indian democracy is based and blah blah blah.....Now iam not against that. but sometimes I feel we just get too much tied with such thoughts , perceptions and values&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am not a big fan of Shiv Sena or MNS....But for once I really agreed to what Balasaheb Thackeray said in his news papers that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;”Kasab really doesn’t deserve a fair trail... Hang Kasab publicly near Gateway of India....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The fact remains that India is more concerned about what will rest of the world say of that lone terrorist is hanged in public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The point that I don’t understand is why are we so worried about what people think…"where were these people when Mumbai was under attack, where were they when 100's of innocent people were killed mercilessly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inspite of all this we are still allowing him to make a mockery of the legal system…Its high time that we stop treating him like a guest and take stern actions..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-7862801121465043805?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/7862801121465043805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=7862801121465043805&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/7862801121465043805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/7862801121465043805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2009/04/enough-of-fair-trail.html' title='Enough of Fair trial'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-3744985833709257251</id><published>2009-03-18T02:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-18T02:08:41.645+05:30</updated><title type='text'>O-V-U-R ---&gt; over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know the title sounds different rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; U know when we were small and we first started humming the songs that we hear on TV.It just came out naturally to us I mean the number of times we heard or saw that song the better we got at grasping the lyrics of that song....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now recently something similar happned to me which was quite funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I like to watch TV a lot and when i am surfing thorugh channels there are some specfic channels which i normally run through one of which is Star World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I just love the sitcoms they have...its just so cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now there is a sitcom called Kath &amp;amp; Kim.I have never seen this particular series but whenever iam watching some other serials on start world the add of this particular serial[Kath &amp;amp; Kim] always comes on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There is one  scene which they always show in the add where one girls enters the house and says to her Mom " mom its over O-V-U-R over.[She actually spells it as OVUR] iam getting a divorce".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I have been seeing this add for almost 2 months now i guess and the way she spells over has actually stuck into my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So that day when i was writing a mail to my friend i myself spelt over as OVUR..it was quite funny coz while typing it I actually spelt the same thing in my mind and typed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For that moment is just struck me how human brains works i mean we just keep on hearing something a bang some days after even we start saying the same thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-3744985833709257251?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/3744985833709257251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=3744985833709257251&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/3744985833709257251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/3744985833709257251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-v-u-r-over.html' title='O-V-U-R ---&gt; over'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-1405491538440623300</id><published>2009-03-12T00:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:50:29.852+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blog's bday :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just today when I logged onto my blog i realised that my blog completed 1 year;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  It was my Blog's bday :) on 4 march 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Been really busy these days at both work and college front...and thats the reason was not able to drop in at blogville.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Ne ways this one year of blogging has been really fun.I have made some good friends here and also came across come  good posts and some really greats thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Few blogs which i really nojyed reading during this trip are of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shwetzz : i liked her innocence in the posts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakesh:  i liked The kind of detailing that was there in his posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devika: I liked her poems.[the ones that i understood :-)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter/Nidhi: I liked the topics on which they posted.[&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some of those would have never comes to my mind]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alok: I liked his hold on English language.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Also it was fun knowing the rest of the blogville people like Farah,ayushi,Divya,bharat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abhinav,Mia,Fantasies of a Lifetime, who not only posted some good thoughts but also dropped in at my blog regularly :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another thing that i saw was i completed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;100 posts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in 1 year now for a guy who doesn't like to write that much its really something great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As of now hoping that i still continue strong at blogville &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cheers  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-1405491538440623300?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/1405491538440623300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=1405491538440623300&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1405491538440623300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1405491538440623300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2009/03/blogs-bday.html' title='Blog&apos;s bday :)'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-2896039247190124562</id><published>2009-02-26T23:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:47:57.101+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In Need of a Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SabcR915SPI/AAAAAAAAAq0/2R5WwFy1oeU/s1600-h/3052476681_a97d1f628f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SabcR915SPI/AAAAAAAAAq0/2R5WwFy1oeU/s320/3052476681_a97d1f628f_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307171412119210226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its pathetic,its a waste of time, its really a PAIN.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God dammit having a lec on Saturdays is bad enough.Having a lec on 7th March makes matter worst.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant professors finish their portion in the stipulated time? Why do they have to ruin the precious weekends of people like us who slog the whole week at work and at college[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;part-time students u see&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i really dont mind having  extra lec from professors who are good at delivering their topics...but for this particular prof I really hate to denote that extra time.This topic is already boring to make matters worse this prof keeps on rambling for hrs and hrs about topics which are not even remotely close to the Subject&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take today instance for example.We were given a case study to work on and when the time for discussion came ,the prof started talking bout topics which dint make sense and at one point I had completely closed my mind..later when i asked a friend sitting next to me whether he had finished discussing the case even he was confused about the status of the case discussion.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam sure no one would be listening to this prof at his home that is the reason he given long  Pravachans to our delicate Minds :-P.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really looking forward for that sat as I had already made some plans and just when I was thinking of the fun I would have on that day there I was siting in the class bowled completely by the prof's news,saying there will be a TEST on that day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just when I thought of bunking the lec on 7th march here iam no where to go.Now only a miracle would save this poor soul from spending the whole of Saturday in front of books and then in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God bless &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: 7th March[next sat] is my birthday :-)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-2896039247190124562?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/2896039247190124562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=2896039247190124562&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/2896039247190124562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/2896039247190124562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-need-of-miracle.html' title='In Need of a Miracle'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SabcR915SPI/AAAAAAAAAq0/2R5WwFy1oeU/s72-c/3052476681_a97d1f628f_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-1724348009552610657</id><published>2009-02-18T22:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:52:34.245+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Aisle Seat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two Radical Arab Terrorists boarded a flight out of London .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; One took a window seat and the other sat next to him in the middle seat... Just before takeoff, a U.S. Marine sat down in the aisle seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; After takeoff, the Marine kicked his shoes off, wiggled his toes and was settling in when the Arab in the window seat said, 'I need to get up and get a coke.' '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't get up,' said the Marine, 'I'm in the aisle seat, 'I'll get it for you.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As soon as he left, one of the Arabs picked up the Marines shoe and spat in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When the Marine returned with the coke, the other Arab said, 'That looks good, I'd really like one, too.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Again, the Marine obligingly went to fetch it. While he was gone the other Arab picked up the Marines other shoe and spat in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When the Marine returned, they all sat back and enjoyed the flight. As the plane was landing, the Marine slipped his feet into his shoes and knew immediately what had happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He leaned over and asked his Arab neighbors . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Why does it have to be this way?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'How long must this go on . . . ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This fighting between our nations . . . ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This hatred . . . ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This animosity . . . ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; . . . This spitting in shoes and pissing in cokes . . .. ?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-1724348009552610657?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/1724348009552610657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=1724348009552610657&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1724348009552610657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1724348009552610657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2009/02/aisle-seat.html' title='The Aisle Seat'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-1062865992220032491</id><published>2009-02-11T22:55:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:57:48.627+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Amos- the mouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SZMKLqNKaJI/AAAAAAAAAqo/dpRaxG2Q71A/s1600-h/amos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SZMKLqNKaJI/AAAAAAAAAqo/dpRaxG2Q71A/s320/amos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301592381769541778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balbir Pasha remember the famous add .The Baadshah of Aids Campaigns in India, spoke    about a public message campaign undertaken by PSI, an NGO, with the objective    of giving information about high-risk behaviors to groups that are vulnerable    to HIV/AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how effective the add was but I can gurandamtee that the name Balbir Pasha took off like any thing.People started calling other with that name jokingly and over nite that name was there on every kids lips.&lt;br /&gt;It was really funny to see how much that name became popular.&lt;br /&gt;Well Iam not here to talk about this character but the one who became very famous in our school and in our colony..It was AMOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this lesson in 8th or 9th grade I guess where this scientist has this mouse named Amos on whom he tries all his experiments.[keeping my fingers crossed hoping my memory is serving me well].&lt;br /&gt;Ne ways this character became a famous personality specially in lecs other than English.Obviously as other teachers weren't aware of that character :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ever something wrong happened or any mischief was played in the class and the teacher would ask us who it was.&lt;br /&gt;All the guys would unanimously say it was "AMOS" and there the prof be standing thinking Who is the hell was that. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;This Hindi prof was our  fav lec as Amos would get real active in this lec..She was a new prof and always use to ask who  this Amos was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time Amos turned to Amosgiri.We started saying to others "kya re amosgiri kar raha hai"&lt;br /&gt;i mean we our self dint know what Amos did but still it was fun to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam sure that these kinda things would have happened at your end also suddenly a character coming into existence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-1062865992220032491?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/1062865992220032491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=1062865992220032491&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1062865992220032491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1062865992220032491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2009/02/amos-mouse.html' title='Amos- the mouse'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SZMKLqNKaJI/AAAAAAAAAqo/dpRaxG2Q71A/s72-c/amos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-3118609418640842815</id><published>2009-02-04T04:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T04:12:37.319+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dishum Dishum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SYjG4LCv-FI/AAAAAAAAAp4/0oQ-PS-M9u8/s1600-h/Fullscreen+capture+242009+40504+AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SYjG4LCv-FI/AAAAAAAAAp4/0oQ-PS-M9u8/s320/Fullscreen+capture+242009+40504+AM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298703629940684882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pepsodent&lt;/em&gt;, raat bhar ... &lt;em&gt;dishum dishum&lt;/em&gt;" remember that add.&lt;br /&gt;yes that is my case today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't you have days when you just cant get yourself off the line of fire.A time when you ask yourself "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what have I done wrong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yes for me this week started on such a note...and guess what its still continuing...man i hate it when i get pulled up for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I mean get a life ya why remove your frustration on people who havent done anything wrong.I am sure most of the people must have been in such a situation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; These are really times when  you feel like running away from all the chaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For all the good things you do to nulify the effect it suddenly backfires and there iam standing at square one again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Any ways will have to fight the battle for this whole week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; God save me and please make rest of the week better than now. :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-3118609418640842815?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/3118609418640842815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=3118609418640842815&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/3118609418640842815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/3118609418640842815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2009/02/dishum-dishum.html' title='Dishum Dishum'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SYjG4LCv-FI/AAAAAAAAAp4/0oQ-PS-M9u8/s72-c/Fullscreen+capture+242009+40504+AM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-8717112634376235315</id><published>2009-01-27T02:37:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:20:57.101+05:30</updated><title type='text'>[updated]Good old politician...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess our country is really lucky to get politician like these...remember the Sheila Dixit case where she commented saying "Driving at 3 AM alone in a city, which people believe is not very safe for women after dark...one should not be adventurous"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have our very own MNS  who really dont have any other work but try to get political milage from unwanted things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can one forget the resent comment by RR Patil about "bade shahron mein aise ek adh hadse hote rahte hain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we have the Mlore incident..day in day out we see our politician falling down to a greater depth by their pathetic act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant these people just concentrate on work for which they have been appointed.&lt;br /&gt;The Mlore incident really got my furious I mean who are they to be the moral police and say what is wrong and what is not.When one of the party member was asked that A**hole had the audacity to say"this is not our Indian culture"&lt;br /&gt;Is beating up and molesting women a part of Indian culture. Its a matter of shame to say that we are part of such a society where women are not respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant these politicians do some constructive work ...Why...I guess some questions will never be answered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ever we hear politicians talk the first thing that most of us think is how confidently they Lie....isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this funny thing so shared with you guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bus load of politicians were driving down a country road when all of a sudden, the bus ran off the road and crashed into a tree in an old farmer's field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old farmer, after seeing what had happened, went over to investigate. He then proceeded to dig a hole to bury the politicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later the local sheriff came out, saw the crashed bus, and asked the old farmer where all the politicians had gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old farmer said he had buried them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sheriff asked the old farmer, 'Were they all dead?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old farmer replied, 'Well, some of them said they weren't, but you know how these bastards lie.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PS: dint want to waste another post for these &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good for nothing politician&lt;/span&gt; so added my thoughts in this only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-8717112634376235315?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/8717112634376235315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=8717112634376235315&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/8717112634376235315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/8717112634376235315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-old-politician.html' title='[updated]Good old politician...'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-1194046930286620646</id><published>2009-01-20T02:40:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-20T02:56:32.353+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Spring season</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was one beautiful spring season that it came into existence.The flower on that plant looked so beautiful.Everyone who looked at it felt how nicely the plant and the flower complimented each other.It was just like a match made it heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The plant always took care of the flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Made sure no one removes it from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The delicate petals were treated as gold by the plant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The flower on the other hand made the plant look beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Always added the dash of color to the plants life.&lt;br /&gt;The passing time brought them more closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/84/209805784_22a7dce6d0_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as its said change is the order of the day things started to change the flower started feeling proud of itself and it started neglecting the plant.It forgot that it was only coz of the plant that the flower has got the beauty.It also overlooked at the fact that beauty remains only when both stay together.The plant at first dint mind the changed behaviour from the flower but some thing had to give way and one fine day the plant released the grip on the flower and the flower fell off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The flower that time was very happy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The beauty that everyone talked about suddenly vanished.Everyone was disappointed.The owner of the plant was devastated with the loss.For sometime the plant felt the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The owner realised the pain and started putting more fertilizer to the plant.And as time passed there was a small bud which grew on the plant.The owner saw a glimmer of hope in that bud and one day he saw a small flower on that plant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Plant was happy and so was the owner.It was like the owner had planned for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Some days after the flower which was below saw the new flower on the plant.It seemed to be unhappy.It seemed like the flower wanted to get back there.But i guess the time had passed.Even the plant wasn't sure how do deal with this as things were very hazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The plant spoke to the flower which had fallen below and gave it the support it needed.It promised to give the same respect and support the plant had given it before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The flower seemed to be happy but again the plant wasn't sure what future it would have with the fallen flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-1194046930286620646?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/1194046930286620646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=1194046930286620646&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1194046930286620646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1194046930286620646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2009/01/spring-seaons.html' title='The Spring season'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/84/209805784_22a7dce6d0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-3493556667739314188</id><published>2009-01-13T01:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-13T01:20:05.280+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ga-ga Over SlumDog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SlumDog millionaire!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the time the movie has released I haven't heard anything else but praise for the movie.A movies truly speaks out about itself, the way its been directed and the way the actors has performed their respective roles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The much created hype about the movie is what convinced me to see the movie and trust me the time spent in watching the movie was worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It very beautifully shows how Jamal[the main character] relates every situation that has happened in past and gives answer at the game show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ne ways iam not here today to give a movie review but to highlight a fact which happened today.Was just going through a new papers and I saw a person talkin crap about the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok his exact words were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"its a Disgrace to Mumbai"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For few sec I thought the printing must have been goofed up and a wrong title would be given to the below matter but it was not the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some how that person overlooked what the movie was based on and he started criticizing about how mumbai is not only about slums and how the movie was a disgrace to mumbai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am sure most on us would feel that the locations and the background was very  apt to the story line unlike our very own Hindi main stream cinema where the hero heroins go to foreign locations to sing songs and blink of the eye they change clothes and move from one place to other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It made me infuriated.But deep down inside a cord struck me.I had read somewhere that in a survey it was found that most indian tend to highlight the -ve  factors more than the positive.At that time it dint make sense to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But today when I read this it actually made sense,yes it is true that based on few examples i cant conclude that we think -ve.But if we look at the larger picture we wil find many people who give importance to -ve things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As the movie name suggests Slumdog Millonaire,it is bound to have more contents about ideas and visuals near slums.Now really was that chap who wrote this comment in the news paper actually expecting that the movie would be shot in places like Colaba or bandra no rite??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Also I dont think a movie will bring disgrace to a city like mumbai.A City which speaks for itself doesnt really need any one else to talk good about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-3493556667739314188?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/3493556667739314188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=3493556667739314188&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/3493556667739314188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/3493556667739314188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2009/01/ga-ga-over-slumdog.html' title='Ga-ga Over SlumDog'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-7822819888450769159</id><published>2009-01-06T05:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:19:10.993+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 year that's how long it has been, One of the toughest decision that i had to make last year same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life for me changed head over heels.Something which was very dear to me had to be done away with. Never thought that god would put that responsibility on me to take  take by far the most difficult decision i had to in my entire life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though it was very difficult i had to do it.I tried to keep my grip on it very tight but i just couldn't hold it.I guess the rage ,the unhappiness got the better of me and i had to let go of it.When i took that decision I thought i would never be the same.I thought there would be nightmares which would haunt me for making such a decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But i guess it wasn't to be.God has funny ways to let us know what has been destined to us.You really cant do ne thing against god's script about life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One year and today when i look back I think it was right on my part to let go.Life though has changed but i know it has changed for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Iam not a one who surrenders to though situation but when god demands us to give way then we really don't have a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I never thought that life would come back on track after that period,but to my surprise life has not only come back on track but also running in the best possible manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Thank you God for everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; God bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-7822819888450769159?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/7822819888450769159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=7822819888450769159&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/7822819888450769159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/7822819888450769159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2009/01/life.html' title='Life!!!'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-376098063592334749</id><published>2008-12-31T04:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-31T04:42:28.193+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Remember this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An old lady sits on her front porch, rocking away the last days of her long life, when all of a sudden, a fairy godmother appears and informs her that she will be granted three wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ''Well, now,'' says the old lady, ''I guess I would like to be really rich.'' *** POOF *** Her rocking chair turns to solid gold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;''And, gee, I guess I wouldn't mind being a young, beautiful princess.'' *** POOF *** She turns into a beautiful young woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;''Your third wish?'' asks the fairy godmother. Just then the old woman's cat wanders across the porch in front of them. ''Ooh - can you change him into a handsome prince?'' she asks. *** POOF *** There before her stands a young man more handsome than anyone could possibly imagine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She stares at him, smitten. With a smile that makes her knees weak, he saunters across the porch and whispers in her ear, ''Bet you're sorry you had me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;neutered&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-376098063592334749?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/376098063592334749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=376098063592334749&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/376098063592334749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/376098063592334749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/12/remember-this.html' title='Remember this'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-930376751643091391</id><published>2008-12-23T05:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T05:10:07.421+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Being happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SVAlCI5UHPI/AAAAAAAAAog/iED_WEvP7Wc/s1600-h/CC000002-728216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SVAlCI5UHPI/AAAAAAAAAog/iED_WEvP7Wc/s320/CC000002-728216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282763081583434994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Relationships are really tricky.Human nature which keeps on changing from time to time makes it more difficult to predict a person behavior.&lt;br /&gt;In this world where relationships plays a very important role, we just keep on trying to keep the relation healthy.We buy gifts,go out of the way to do something just to bring make the other person happy.Some how i feel we as human being have become really selfish and also we have started expecting a lot from people whom we know.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Many time i have seen people giving importance to others only if that other person has done something "tangible" as in something which is visible.And we always over look things which we feel are not so important.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I am writing this today as a small incident happened some days back in the class which really made my day.A really good friend of mine passed me on a smiley.Nothin much it was a small smiley drawn on a papers.[attached above]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me kiddo but somehow felt really good I immediately kept in inside my wallet.Iam a person who gives more importance to these small things than others.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;It is very important for us to understand that in today jet life we we overlook such small things and then miss out a chance to be happy.If we start nothing such small things we will see that through out all the while we will come across such small instances which will make us happy.&lt;br /&gt;    How many times have we heard people saying that" there is no reason to be happy"&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for them for the fact that these are the same people who dont look at small small things which brings happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Its just that we need to look at the larger picture and njoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers people&lt;br /&gt;Hope this post does bring difference in some people's life&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/8173514223827409254-930376751643091391?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/930376751643091391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=930376751643091391&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/930376751643091391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/930376751643091391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/12/being-happy.html' title='Being happy'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SVAlCI5UHPI/AAAAAAAAAog/iED_WEvP7Wc/s72-c/CC000002-728216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-9020591858864020564</id><published>2008-12-18T02:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-18T02:21:11.046+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Son of a Bitch</title><content type='html'>A little boy was doing his math&amp;#39;s homework.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He said to himself,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Two plus five, the son of a bitch is seven.&lt;br&gt;Three plus six, the son of a bitch is nine...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;His mother heard what he was saying and gasped, &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; The little boy answered, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m doing my math&amp;#39;s homework, Mom.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;And this is how your teacher taught you to do it?&amp;quot; the mother asked.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yes,&amp;quot; he answered.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Infuriated, the mother asked the teacher the next day, &amp;quot;What are you&lt;br&gt; Teaching my son in maths?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;The teacher replied, &amp;quot;Right now, we are learning addition.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;The mother asked, &amp;quot;And are you teaching them to say two plus two, the son&lt;br&gt;of a bitch is four?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; After the teacher stopped laughing, she answered, &amp;quot;What I taught them was, two plus two, THE SUM OF WHICH, is four&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-9020591858864020564?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/9020591858864020564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=9020591858864020564&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/9020591858864020564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/9020591858864020564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/12/son-of-bitch_18.html' title='Son of a Bitch'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-3474079853239486557</id><published>2008-12-12T02:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:41:16.368+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A day of reasons...</title><content type='html'>We human being are really funny, our mind plays a very imp role in the way we behave..today a similar thing happened i dint want to do something and some how i could collect loads of reasons to support my decision.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Sitting for &amp;quot;Labour Welfare&amp;quot; lecture is boring in the first place,and it becomes a daunting task specially when you have 2 back to back lectures ,that to from a Prof who is&amp;nbsp; 3 times your age.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now its true I wont mind having lec from a prof who is cute and funny&amp;nbsp; and yes the main criteria prof should be of a opposite gender :-P...ya ya i know&amp;nbsp; that it is every guys WISH,but who would blame us.. for me it was the finance and the HRP lec which was the best.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;There was one clear reason for attending that lectures..well&amp;nbsp; yes i guess 2 reasons [&lt;i&gt;don&amp;#39;t get any naughty thought people!!!! it was the fact that both the profs who thought that subjects were cute and they had good knowledge about the subject&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br clear="all"&gt;  So back to yesterday We had to attend a lecture for Labour Welfare.Now I don&amp;#39;t wanna sound rude but the prof just kept on rambling on and on and on.for a moment I was asking myself WTF is goin on.&lt;br&gt;Ne ways to add more oil to the fire the prof left us &lt;b&gt;late&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  So I had made up my mind that I wont be attending today&amp;#39;s lec.Right from yday nite i started coming up with reasons to support my decision.&lt;br&gt;Some of the reasons were&lt;br&gt;- He leaves late&lt;br&gt;- what would happens if I miss one LEC&lt;br&gt;    - It was just the start of the sem&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then to add to that one more reason. my mum said to me&amp;quot;if you aren&amp;#39;t feeling well dont go for the lec and take rest [&lt;i&gt;OK i wasn&amp;#39;t acting but i was&amp;nbsp; actually down with severe cold&lt;/i&gt;]&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;  It was really funny coz there have been so many instances that I have tried and justified my decision sometimes a did stick to my it sometimes not.&lt;br&gt;But today I went for that lec yes the catch here was i went late so that i wouldn&amp;#39;t have to suffer for a long time :-)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-3474079853239486557?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/3474079853239486557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=3474079853239486557&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/3474079853239486557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/3474079853239486557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-of-reasons.html' title='A day of reasons...'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-1122448545899858926</id><published>2008-12-05T05:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-05T05:58:53.115+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Walk on the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;br clear="all"&gt;On July 20, 1969, as commander of the Apollo 11 lunar module, Neil Armstrong was the first person to set foot on the moon.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; His first words after stepping on the moon, &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind,&amp;quot; were televised to earth and heard by millions.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; But just before he reentered the lander, he made the enigmatic remark &amp;quot;Good Luck, Mr. Gorsky.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Many people at NASA though it was a casual remark concerning some rival soviet cosmonaut.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; However, upon checking, there was no Gorsky in either the Russian or American space programs.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Over the years many people questioned Armstrong as to what the &amp;quot;Good Luck, Mr. Gorsky&amp;quot; statement meant, but Armstrong always just smiled.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; On July 5, 1995, in Tampa Bay, Florida, while answering questions following a speech, a reporter brought up the 26-year-old question to Armstrong. This time he finally responded.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Mr. Gorsky had died, so Neil Armstrong felt he could answer the question.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; In 1938 when he was a kid in a small midwest town, he was playing baseball with a friend in the backyard.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; His friend hit the ball, which landed in his neighbor&amp;#39;s yard by the bedroom windows.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; His neighbors were Mr. and Mrs. Gorsky.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; As he leaned down to pick up the ball, young Armstrong heard Mrs. Gorsky shouting at Mr. Gorsky.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Sex! You want sex?! You&amp;#39;ll get sex when the kid next door walks on the moon!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-1122448545899858926?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/1122448545899858926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=1122448545899858926&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1122448545899858926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1122448545899858926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/12/walk-on-moon.html' title='Walk on the moon'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-4977514402038756671</id><published>2008-11-27T01:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-27T01:24:27.019+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bitter end</title><content type='html'>Ok I know I had said that I will be back only on 3rd&amp;nbsp; dec after exams....but you know how this blog bug works...bloody..just could control myself&amp;nbsp; from not logging in here...U understand rite :-P&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;True friendship is like sound  health, the value of it is seldom known until it is lost&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;quot;-&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt; Charles Caleb Colton&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Friends they are the one with whom you share things,fight with them,pull their leg,,,plan your vacation and do many more things...but the&amp;nbsp; most important thing you feel secure when you are along with them...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; When It came to me I have had a bunch of friends from different part of my life...and luckily i have got some friend who are the best thing happened to me.&lt;br&gt;But there are some friends with whom things have changed...though the fact that i have shared some of the best memories with them..&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Recently i spoke to a person who happened to be very close to me at one time [who am i kidding for years we knew each other]...but that person is no more in same terms with me..Ne ways it was start of this year that things went wrong and we stopped talkin to each other...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Now I am a person who doesn&amp;#39;t&amp;nbsp; give up on my friends very easily[people who know me know this fact],But still there was a point when i thought that there was no sense carrying forward that friendship...I hated to do that more coz the she knew that it was her fault coz of which we were in that situation..&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Ne ways when things went bitter...i wanted that the person should suffer to hell....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So there i was talkin to that person last month and I could understand from the her sounds that things were not that good.I did try asking her as to wat had happened.&lt;br&gt; Some how i thought getting to know that thing wer&amp;#39;nt good at her end would make me feel good..But No it dint happen..&lt;br&gt;Some how it felt weird I knew.felt sorry for her..coz i knew that there was no one to stand by her during&amp;nbsp; this period..&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I kept on telling myself that I should be happy,but i just could feel that way...thats when I realised yes things did go wrong..but I dint want her to suffer...may be coz i cherished the memories and that weighted more that the thought of some one suffering..&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I remember that day coz&amp;nbsp; i prayed to god&amp;nbsp; for that friends happiness...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-4977514402038756671?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/4977514402038756671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=4977514402038756671&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/4977514402038756671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/4977514402038756671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/11/bitter-end.html' title='Bitter end'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-5401524821485556474</id><published>2008-11-06T23:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:54:19.256+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Last post</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Exams the so called dreaded word that every student hates to hear...remember the time when u must have heard people saying &lt;br&gt;the famous &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt; word...similarly des days people forbid saying the &lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt; word..&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;When it comes to studies and exams we came up with all kinda excuse for not studying....&lt;br&gt;When I entered this class i though now that we have grown up and in a position where we are supposed to me responsible for our actions..We will never give reasons for not studying and not shy away from books..But some how i guess I was&amp;nbsp; wrong..The &lt;br&gt; nearer the exams came the more reasons we came up with for not studying.Just today I was sitting in the library i saw the bunch of my class mates going through a n nos of books..i was wondering...what in the hell made them go though so many books..&lt;br&gt; I could see the tension mounting and with each passing day people became more serious about exams...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As for me I was in the same boat as they were even i was going through the same tension the same amount of anxiety...only &lt;br&gt; difference that may be is I knew this wont be the last exams that I will be giving[&lt;i&gt;3 more sem to go for my masters&lt;/i&gt;] and it wont be the last time i would be taking a book in my hand to study.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Any ways this though made the picture pretty clear in front of me...Hope fully as last time , this time too my efforts&amp;nbsp; would pay out rich dividend..&lt;br&gt; So this will be my last post for this month...will be back in actions after dec 3..thats my last day of exams..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;:-) &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-5401524821485556474?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/5401524821485556474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=5401524821485556474&amp;isPopup=true' title='58 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/5401524821485556474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/5401524821485556474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-post.html' title='Last post'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-6556988776621886899</id><published>2008-10-31T04:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-31T04:36:05.648+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Every problem has its own solution</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Driving in Mumbai traffic is definitely not a cake walk...the amount of car and time spent in traffic&amp;nbsp; many time pushes us to break signals drive fast and get going...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was my 6 month of driving after i got my licence. Was driving through my college&amp;nbsp; and was in a hurry so thought of skipping a signal...as i dint see any traffic police.To my dismay no sooner i crossed the signal i saw a traffic cop standing rite in front of me..WTF where did he came suddenly from was my instant reaction.&lt;i&gt;Sometimes At 24&amp;nbsp; true heroism has not less to do with actual logic and more to do with pure stupidity.&lt;/i&gt;and this was a typical case of stupidity&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;NE ways now that i had to stop...my mind started thinking of all reasons that i could give him just to escape from a ticket.So once i stopped the car i acted as if i dint know that there was a signal.I tried to tell him that I had an exam to attend and i was running late[&lt;i&gt;well typical reason from a college going guy rite people&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br&gt; Ne ways the funny thing was all that time that cop was patiently listing to my reason...and just when i though he has bought that reason and would let me go for no charges..there i was with a ticket in my hand... As there was nothing to do next i simple took the ticket and went home..&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;From that till now i learnt the knack of dealing these cops.[&lt;i&gt;no reasons for guessing what is it&lt;/i&gt;].Ne ways the reason I remembered this particular thing was just day before yday I was going to marine drive with my friends at nite...when My friend decided to park&amp;nbsp; the car in a &amp;quot;NO parking zone&amp;quot; so that we could pick something to eat.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Now its really a dumb thing to park there but just to make it sound more dumb on our part we had even seen traffic cops standing just some 10 feet away from that zone...and still god knows what made us park the car der...&lt;br&gt; So me and my friend got down to get some food and 2 of the girls where sitting in the car...just minutes later when we turned back to see that cop talking to the one of my friend[she was the one driving the car].&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I knew she needed help and a help of a pure genius that was ME.So i walked toward the cop and i could hear him asking for the licence and the conversation revolved around some fine that he was asking her to pay.I could make out that this fellow was maharashtrian..So i knew i had to make an impact and that too a good one...and what better way to do that speaking him to him in his Marathi.&lt;br&gt; I started talkin to him and trying to sell him with the best reason i could comeup with..but i guess i was fighting a loosing battle...&lt;br&gt;Still i dint give up and when it all ended i knew i was gonna win....But it is that few lines of his that really touched me.He said that everyone is nojying diwali but we have to slog here leaving out family skipping our meal and no one seems to care for the..trust me it was around 1 am and that cop was still on the road doing his duty...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;That made me realise &lt;i&gt;Every problem has its own solution&lt;/i&gt;, and this problem was supposed to be dealt in a better way than what i was planning..&lt;br&gt;So i helped him in a way which he appreciated the most..and wished him happy diwali and left and yes i did get my friends licence back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-6556988776621886899?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/6556988776621886899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=6556988776621886899&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/6556988776621886899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/6556988776621886899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/10/every-problem-has-its-own-solution.html' title='Every problem has its own solution'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-3306126323392763096</id><published>2008-10-25T03:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T03:26:03.288+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Part time job</title><content type='html'>These days the amount of calls that you get on your cell phones from different insurance agents/banks have increased a lot.I bet most of them must have had a expirence with them..and iam pretty sure we would have coursed them a lot... &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;There was this particular call that I got some days back which reminded me of something....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Summer of 2004&lt;/i&gt;, It was during my BMS days....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2nd year of my bms ...time after college was something everyone looked forward for.On one hand there were all most of the college crowd who looked forward to hang out party around,go around with their girlfriends, go to swanky restaurants.On the other hand it was me.I was into a completely different role...After college I would become rakesh the insurance sales man.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;     Calling up people getting an appointment and selling them insurance products was something i did ..It was really funny the other people at work were really OLD and so was my boss...We shared a good good relation..for that matter i guess he dint have any choice as 2k&amp;#39;s per month was the best deal he could get...&lt;br&gt;       Ya ya i know you mite be thinking 2 k was very less..but common guys 3 hrs per day I was supposed to work and i could also get that occasional holiday...You know once where u call of work saying u are not well or you have some imp test/presentation at college...&lt;br&gt;       &lt;br&gt;My day there started with a nice refreshing tea or coffee with a nice sandwitch at office[2k&amp;#39;s per month i had made up my mind to compensate for that in this way..and ne ways &lt;i&gt;well arent we supposed to take advantage of stuff that we get free&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;After my tummy was full I would get to work...One thing that I noted during my work there was there were certain fixed kinda people.I mean the response that I use to get was very much typical&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;     &lt;b&gt;Some were:&lt;/b&gt; sorry we dont need kinda people who refused to talk even for 2 min:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some were:&lt;/b&gt; Doing TP people: these people spoke to long time only to say no for the offer at last:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some where:&lt;/b&gt; [&lt;i&gt;My fav batch - Girls &lt;/i&gt;]: These were once whom i liked talking to [&lt;i&gt;can you blame me for that&amp;nbsp; in the end &amp;quot;guys will be guys&amp;quot; wont they&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br&gt;      Ne ways it was always fun to talk to them and the best part was these people actually seemed interested in what i spoke and what i was trying to sell.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ne ways that 2-3 months that I worked i spoke to people of all kind...and it was one heck of a experience...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  Now when i get a call from such agents i make it a point that i dont hang up fone on their face.I politely say that iam not interested..&lt;br&gt;Its really funny how experiences forces you change you behavior to certain things&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-3306126323392763096?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/3306126323392763096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=3306126323392763096&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/3306126323392763096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/3306126323392763096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-part-time-job.html' title='My Part time job'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-2559037954810886801</id><published>2008-10-15T01:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-15T01:32:02.994+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;An elderly couple, who were both widowed, had been going out with each other for a long time. Urged on by their friends, they decided it was finally &amp;nbsp;time to get married. Before the wedding, they went out to dinner and had a &amp;nbsp;long conversation regarding how their marriage might work. They discussed finances, living arrangements, and so on. Finally, the old gentleman &amp;nbsp;decided it was time to broach the subject of their physical relationship. &amp;#39;How do you feel about sex?&amp;#39; he asked, rather tentatively.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &amp;#39;I would like it infrequently&amp;#39; she replied. The old gentleman sat quietly for a moment, adjusted his glasses, then leaned over towards her and&lt;br&gt; whispered:&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;#39;Is that one word or two?&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-2559037954810886801?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/2559037954810886801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=2559037954810886801&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/2559037954810886801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/2559037954810886801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/10/marriage-plans.html' title='Marriage Plans'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-6257503340109092706</id><published>2008-10-09T02:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-09T02:58:38.169+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Amar Aur Prem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;Andaz apna apna..a movie that i must have seen atleast more than 20-25 times...there are some movies which u really cant get enough of it...one of those is this particular movie...I always make it a point to see this movie when ever i get a chance...mostly aired on ZEE cinema..trust me guys ne time better that watchin present day main stream movies....&lt;br&gt;  when ever i feel tired or drained out after studyin or working...i come home and make it a point to see the movie&amp;nbsp; for some time...&lt;br&gt;I remember even some of my friends doin this...&lt;br&gt;The best part of watching the movie is mouthing the dialogues along with the movie...its really fun...all my close friend who have Laptop have made it a point to have this particular movie with them...though I dont have a lap top i have saved this movie on my PC at home...&lt;br&gt;  As said earlier i really feel relaxed after watchin this movie...the humor when taken on a lighter&amp;nbsp; note really does wonders to me...Ne ways while i was writing for this post...i could recollect some of the funny quotes from the movie...so below are some of it...&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Charon taraf se khushiyon ke samachar milenge&lt;br&gt;Arre kahe ke khushiyon ke samachaar, meri liye aakhri khushi ka din woh din tha jab mein baap bana tha&lt;br&gt;Mere layak bete prem ne mujhe khush hone ka maukha hi nahin diya&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Suno suno duniya ke logon, sabse bada hai Mr Gogo.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Amar aur Prem, yaane ke Amar Prem. Naam sunte hi main samajh gaya tha ke tum dono awwal darje ke filmi aur awaare ladke ho.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Tum jo ho woh tum nahi koi aur hai, woh jo hai woh woh nahi koi aur hai, main jo hoon woh main nahi, ya main bhi koi aur hoon? Main kaun hoon?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Mera naam hain Crime Master GOGO, aankhein nikaal ke gotiya khelta hoon &amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Aey Amar, woh dekh teri bhabhi (Amar: teri shaadi kya Madhuri Dixit se hone waali hain?) Nahi nahi.. uske neeche.. RAVEENA FROM LONDON &amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Do dost ek pyaale mein chai piyenge, isse pyar badhta hain&amp;quot;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Prem: Yeh lal jacket aapne kaha se liya? America se? Amar: Nahi meine yeh New York se liya hain. Prem: Accha acha mein socha America se liya hoga. (in head.. saala mein bi feku yeh bhi feku, circus kaa retired joker lag raha hain) &amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;do pitch in if i have missed any quotes from this movie...&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-6257503340109092706?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/6257503340109092706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=6257503340109092706&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/6257503340109092706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/6257503340109092706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/10/amar-aur-prem.html' title='Amar Aur Prem'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-1970791141414047178</id><published>2008-10-02T00:47:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:56:54.690+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What a comedy !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SOPMvI-ZRGI/AAAAAAAAAeA/-os1FfKbVAg/s1600-h/ESS_COMEDY-736262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 451px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SOPMvI-ZRGI/AAAAAAAAAeA/-os1FfKbVAg/s320/ESS_COMEDY-736262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252266700679234658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Employee Self Service (ESS) is a web based application that provides employees with access to their personal records and their payroll details&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now found this particular question which was asked by system for some company...now i wont mention which company it was in...&lt;br /&gt;So look at it and njoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: please click on the image is you cant see with naked eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-1970791141414047178?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/1970791141414047178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=1970791141414047178&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1970791141414047178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1970791141414047178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-comedy.html' title='What a comedy !!!'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SOPMvI-ZRGI/AAAAAAAAAeA/-os1FfKbVAg/s72-c/ESS_COMEDY-736262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-6081721462130221354</id><published>2008-09-26T02:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-26T02:07:51.784+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Not every road that we take, ends up at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt; Not every road that we take, ends up at home ...Some how found a lot of meaning in this particular sentence...recently was reading some thing and i found that the author says this at the end of his write up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the author linked house to happiness and road to the things we choose, the path that we take..&lt;br /&gt;Its just that I felt that the author wanted to say that not every decision that we make in life ends on a happier note..&lt;br /&gt;We say that some times we are guided by our instincts...but not every think that we do based on our instinct end up giving good results..&lt;br /&gt;Was really not sure about posting this. As I wasn't sure if everyone would see the same meaning as I did...asked some people but some replies..&lt;br /&gt;.when i asked Swetzzz what she understood when i say" Not every road  that we take ,ends up at home"&lt;br /&gt;Her reply was typical of her..."yea true it mite end up at the neighbors door also..." she went on ahead telling well &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;avi in UR case&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"It mite also end up in the neighbors bedroom" &lt;/span&gt;grrrr [ok don't get funny idea…she said that as I am a very lazy person who likes to sleep a lot]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself thinking too much over a certain given sentence...But though what the heck lets just post it and see what people think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how I felt the main reason we as human being get affected to things which do not happen in our favor is that fact that we pin up our hopes so much on a particular thing so high that we are not ready to face the other side of it. And that is when we go back into our burrow and hide from world after the failure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it's that when we do something we should be prepared for both +ve and -ve outcomes. Only then we would be in a better position to tackle things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being prepared for the –ve doesn't not mean we should be totally pessimistic about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne ways do lemme know your thoughts toooooo :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-6081721462130221354?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/6081721462130221354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=6081721462130221354&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/6081721462130221354'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SNP64wdbyhI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ub6-z30-_JQ/s1600-h/1-775069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SNP64wdbyhI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ub6-z30-_JQ/s320/1-775069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247813843804736018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SNP6417oKFI/AAAAAAAAAcI/nCD-XUDEMvY/s1600-h/2-775825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SNP6417oKFI/AAAAAAAAAcI/nCD-XUDEMvY/s320/2-775825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247813845273552978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SNP65JtXayI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/o-OtR3hZuyk/s1600-h/3-776352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SNP65JtXayI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/o-OtR3hZuyk/s320/3-776352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247813850582444834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SNP65xOvFBI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Tt5M5dDZ14Q/s1600-h/7-779078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SNP65xOvFBI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Tt5M5dDZ14Q/s320/7-779078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247813861191390226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SNP65-cmfzI/AAAAAAAAAc4/_0a86yaXLIc/s1600-h/8-779795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SNP65-cmfzI/AAAAAAAAAc4/_0a86yaXLIc/s320/8-779795.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247813864739209010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SNP66CpAk4I/AAAAAAAAAdA/KAZ1BMaozus/s1600-h/9-780622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SNP66CpAk4I/AAAAAAAAAdA/KAZ1BMaozus/s320/9-780622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247813865864991618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SNP66d4duoI/AAAAAAAAAdI/r0Lg-6YLs9o/s1600-h/10-781371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SNP66d4duoI/AAAAAAAAAdI/r0Lg-6YLs9o/s320/10-781371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247813873177574018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt; Today I saw this particular cartoon and it reminded me of a incident Some days back I was online in the morning[i guess].i was talking to once of my friend when suddenly i said to her &lt;b&gt;be rite back&lt;/b&gt; as i had to go for a bath..within few mins i was back online.And when i buzzed her  sayin  i was back she was amused..&lt;br /&gt;This is how the conversation started after that&lt;br /&gt;Friend: tera bath hogaya?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Itna jaldi&lt;br /&gt;Me :so wat?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Kya tu sirf legs wash karke aya kya...And there ,she started about how guys are soo &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;hopeless &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and how unhygienic guys are...all that time i was laughing at the expressions she gave through chat hahah ne ways   hope u GUYS  njoyed this cartoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-6692221450895011370?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/6692221450895011370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=6692221450895011370&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/6692221450895011370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/6692221450895011370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/09/hopeless-really.html' title='Hopeless really?'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SNP64wdbyhI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ub6-z30-_JQ/s72-c/1-775069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-1458604114089178562</id><published>2008-09-16T01:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-16T01:21:30.829+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I DUNT WANT TO GO.... (now n then)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;p&gt;The days we guys stepped our foot in college we were really excited. The main reason for it was I guess the independence that we would get…or may be the fact that we wont have to wear uniforms….rite????&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well whom am kidding…I was excited for the fact there would be hot chicks &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;all around :-P huhauhauhaua&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ne ways college did bring us one very important thing the freedom to choose if we wanted to attend the lecture or not…We would go to college but hardly would attend the college..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today I reached college just took a glance inside the class saw just 2 people sitting inside the class…something told me to chuck class today and there I was pushing outta college…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But I do remember once incident that took place long back when I dint actually have that decision making power. It was when I was in 1&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; grade…I was very naughty that time …[&lt;i&gt;I have indeed mellowed down a lot now&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Any ways during that time Mom Dad use to go to work and I use to have class in the afternoon. So Mum use to pack a Tiffin for my afternoon lunch and keep all my bag ,uniform etc ready so that I could eat and dress and rush to school…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That specific day somehow I dint want to go to school…so there I was thinking what reason to give so that I could bunk class…Thinking thinking It struck me…It was my wicked brain which came to my rescue…Simple. I just hid my uniform under the bed and though would give the reason saying there was no uniform to wear..[&lt;i&gt;Who would blame me for that&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So there I was sitting nicely near the door waiting for Mum to arrive…No sooner she saw me at the door she asked me why dint I go to class…I made the cutest face possible and told her &amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;NO UNIFORM&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;...I was standing there very happy inside As I was sure That this idea would work… I was wrong. I guess I was transparent as a cellophane tape she could make it that I was telling a lie ……My mum took me inside and started searching for the uniform…I told her that class has already started and there is no use searching for uniform now…But mum had some thing else in mind…Suddenly she looked at the bed and found A lump under the bed…and &lt;b&gt;Bang&lt;/b&gt; She knew that the uniform was hidden there…minutes later I was standing near the school, gate waiting for the peon to lift me and take me to my class &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The picture of the day is still clear in my mind…And when I am sitting now and thinking about it it just brings a smile on my face &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-1458604114089178562?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/1458604114089178562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=1458604114089178562&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1458604114089178562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1458604114089178562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dunt-want-to-go-now-n-then.html' title='I DUNT WANT TO GO.... (now n then)'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-4958722106834851819</id><published>2008-09-09T02:40:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-09T04:10:31.914+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm This.. I'm That... I'm Tagged!</title><content type='html'>Tagging...have seen a lot of this in my fellow bloggers post...always wonder wat it exactly is...been new to the blogging world dint have much idea ...but as time passed got a hang to it[&lt;i&gt;well thats wat i think...&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sometime back &lt;a href="http://sachi-stayingalive.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sach&lt;/a&gt; tagged me...was really excited to see my first tag only to get disappointed..as the topic on which tagged me wasn't my type...really got dejected but. Sachi hope u dint mind when i couldn't post on ur topic.....today &lt;a href="http://swathyk.blogspot.com/"&gt;swats&lt;/a&gt; tagged me...and it was something which i could put my thoughts on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This one goes something like this "you just have to put down 2 extreme qualities of you which juxtapose each other... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, these are 2 extremely &lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;eccentric&lt;/span&gt; Facts about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sketching:&lt;/span&gt; I am not one of those who likes to brag about myself....but in this post I will have to talk about it..it was 5 grade when i got my first prize for drawing...I guesss at that time it was just a fluke...It was when I got into my BMS i really started sketching...getting books,papers cutting and sketching what ever i though i could do...as time passed I really became good at it....even my friends asked me to sketch their snaps...when free i always log on to flickr and take some portraits and sketch them....Over a period of 5 years i have made around 50 to 60 sketches....and i always strive to go one step ahead and work on my work.Some of my best work are below.You can see the flick link on the side bar for more skecthes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3026/2801029578_6ab1b563af.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3196/2459510573_ee1e9fc7ba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2309/2441956854_85b759a1bf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Handwriting:&lt;/span&gt; OK this is something which i am really tired of listing...."how come your handwriting is so bad when you sketch so well" I have seen this other people who sketch and their handwriting is really good..&lt;br /&gt;  Wont put the snap of my hand writing here..as don't want to hear the same from you..Not even once have i tried to improve my hand writing...my mum being a teacher always use to wonder how my teachers would understand my handwriting in the exams...i use to say"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that the catch just to avoid reading my handwriting they give me good marks&lt;/span&gt;" :-P&lt;br /&gt; Give this kid a little breathing space...so wat if my hand writing is not good...its  not  end of the world[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;though it was  end of the world for all the professor who death with my answer papers&lt;/span&gt;].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is the anti-to-each-other-qualities that i have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tag your friends at the end...&lt;br /&gt;So here I am tagging&lt;br /&gt;Shwetha&lt;br /&gt;MEZ&lt;br /&gt;Alok&lt;br /&gt;Sach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-4958722106834851819?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/4958722106834851819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=4958722106834851819&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/4958722106834851819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/4958722106834851819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-this-im-that-im-tagged.html' title='I&apos;m This.. I&apos;m That... I&apos;m Tagged!'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3026/2801029578_6ab1b563af_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-7382414109404194704</id><published>2008-09-03T01:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-03T01:15:31.111+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Simply BOB</title><content type='html'>Bob works hard at the plant and spends two nights each week bowling and plays golf every Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife thinks he's pushing himself too hard, So for his birthday she takes him to a local strip club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doorman at the club greets them and says, 'Hey, Bob!    How ya doin?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife is puzzled And asks if he's been to this club before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh no,' says Bob.   'He's in my bowling league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they are seated, a waitress asks Bob if he'd like his usual.  And brings over a Budweiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife is becoming increasingly uncomfortable and says, 'How did she know that you drink Budweiser?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I recognize her, she's the waitress from the golf club. I always have a Bud at the end of the 1st nine, honey.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around Bob, starts to rub herself all over him and says,&lt;br /&gt;'Hi Bob Want your usual table dance, big boy?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob's wife, now furious, Grabs her purse and storms out of the club. Bob follows and spots her getting into a cab.&lt;br /&gt;Before she can slam the door, He jumps in beside her.&lt;br /&gt;Bob tries desperately to explain how the stripper must have mistaken him for someone else,&lt;br /&gt;But his wife is having none of it .&lt;br /&gt; She is screaming at him at the top of her lungs,&lt;br /&gt;Calling him every 4 letter word in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cabby turns around and says,&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geez Bob, you picked up a real bitch this time&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'BOB's funeral will be on Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-7382414109404194704?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/7382414109404194704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=7382414109404194704&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/7382414109404194704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/7382414109404194704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/09/simply-bob.html' title='Simply BOB'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-250513388782667672</id><published>2008-08-29T02:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-29T02:41:00.059+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shall Always remember thou</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was late evening , I was sitting near the building with my friend when she came running toward me,she was tiny and soft....she came and started playing with the cricket ball which was kept near me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was love at first site....this was the day when Jimmy came into my life...She was a puppy dog...or rather Bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess it had strayed away from its mother,but she dint mind that fact she was more interested in playing with the ball for a while...We also started playing with her for sometime..but later we left and jimmy was left all alone....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; The next day when I came out i saw her sleeping near the entrance of out floor...the floor was cold so she was sleeping on the doormat which my neighbor had put outside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When she got up she was shivering so i fed her some milk and biscuit...no sooner her tummy was full off she went out in the open...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; As time passed she not only came close to me but also rest of the family members and also some neighbors..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Months down the line she was treated as one of the family members...Soon at my place her share of food was given to her on daily basis...Still remember when ever we use to have non veg she use to understand that and she would come near the door and bark...[as if she was demanding her share in that too]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As most other dogs are, she also had a sweet tooth...She use to relish the gulab jamus,the ice creams  and the jalebis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;years down the line she grew up to be a very health dog...[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;y not she had best of the food and unlimited milk supply &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:-D ]..She also loved everyone around her...she use to come and jump on us and lick us...also she would make the sad face when we would give her nething...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whenever I would move out of the house to college or work she would come running with me till the entrance of the building...wait till i go out then again come back inside the building...she would also make sure non unidentified people are let inside the building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though she was just a animal,I could really see the amount of Love she had for us....Once some idiots from the building took her and left her in some far away place.....and when we came to know about this it really drove me furious...the whole building came together and took them for a task....For some days the whole building was actually in a state of sadness as the most beloved dog from the building had gone missing....Few days later when we went to the place where she was dropped....she saw us and she came running towards us and hugged us....[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;her eyes could not stop thanking for searching her and takin her back to the place where she grew&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The love for each other just grew as time passed..But i guess the happiness wasn't accepted by god...soon the building got demolished and the chawl were converted into flats...no more place for the dog to hang around..no one to care for her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Lucky we shifted in the building just opposite to the old one...though we were there on the 4th floor...she would always come on that floor eat and sleep there...whole day she would hang around near the building and late at nite she would come above and sleep on the door mat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; There was one incident where jimmy met with a small accident  she had a swollen foot..poor thing had to under go many injections...but she dint say a word and took the shots...as she knew it was for her own gud...I remember giving her something sweet to eat after every injection...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Days passed and jimmy started growing old......and one fine day when i was at work I got a call"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jimmy is dead&lt;/span&gt;" for one sec I was dumb struck..but later came to know that she had met with a accident..a rickshaw hit her and she came inside the building minutes later she was lying dead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As i was at work before could not go when she was cremated....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even though she is no more with us..her memories still brings a smile on my face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-250513388782667672?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/250513388782667672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=250513388782667672&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/250513388782667672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/250513388782667672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/08/shall-always-remember-thou.html' title='Shall Always remember thou'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-5365224510944461512</id><published>2008-08-27T01:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-27T01:25:32.068+05:30</updated><title type='text'>STRESSED??try this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stress and stupidity around leaving you speechless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Lemme help you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aw, don't thank me. What r friends for if not to give abusive language prompts when the time is right?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; THINGS YOU CAN SAY WHEN YOU ARE STRESSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (I am soooooo gonna use a few in a couple of days!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 1. Okay, okay! I take it back. Unf*ck you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 2. You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 3. Well, aren't we a damn ray of sunshine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 4. Do I look like a people person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 5. This isn't an office. It's hell with fluorescent lighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 6. Why don't you try practicing random acts of intelligence and senseless acts of self-control?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 7. I'm not crazy. I've been in a very bad mood for 30 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 8. Sarcasm is just one more service I offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 9. Do they ever shut up on your planet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 10. I'm not your type. I'm not inflatable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 11. Wait...I'm trying to imagine you with a personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 12. Chaos, panic and disorder ... my work here is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 13. Ambivalent? Well, yes and no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 14. You look like sh*t. Is that the style now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 15. Earth is full. Go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 16. Aw, did I step on your poor little bitty ego?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 17. A hard-on doesn't count as personal growth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 18. You are depriving some village of an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 19. If assh*les could fly, this place would be an airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-5365224510944461512?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/5365224510944461512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=5365224510944461512&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/5365224510944461512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/5365224510944461512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/08/stressedtry-this.html' title='STRESSED??try this'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-8534047267264587865</id><published>2008-08-21T04:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-21T04:08:34.140+05:30</updated><title type='text'>..and we think only we Struggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was late at Night some where around 12:30...I was coming home from work in the car...We just stopped near one signal and I saw a small boy standing near the lamp post...with a big bag in his hand.....I wondered as to wat would this boy be doing here so late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    My curiosity pushed me and and i called that boy asked him what he was doing so late here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The boy replied saying he was waiting for a bus...When I inquired bout where he wanted to go,i realized that this place falls on the way to my house...So i asked this boy to hop  in the car telling him that I would drop him to his house..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boy though twice but later got in....On the way I had a casual chat with him..I asked him what he was doing there so late ,i came to know that he comes there daily to sell toy on the signal....he quickly popped one out and showed me the toy...i was amused that he knew all the details regarding toy its cost ,the margin of money they make on each toy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The innocence on his face really made my heart melt...and i removed some money from my pocket and offered him that...My respect toward him grew when he declined the money i gave him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But later i forced him and he took it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One the way I also learned that he had 2 more siblings and they had only their mother to take care care of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;By this time we had reached his house...the boy got down he had a smile on his face and he said *thank you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   It brought a big smile on my face when i heard that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; When I reached home the thought of that boy was still in my mind..thats when I realized that life is fun ride..just when you feel that you know everything bout it..a new chapter opens and you get to learn new things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I really prayed hard that nite for that boy and his family..dont know if god would have heard it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next morning i asked my self are we really the only onces who have to struggle nahhhhhh was the answer i got :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-8534047267264587865?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/8534047267264587865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=8534047267264587865&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/8534047267264587865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/8534047267264587865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-we-think-only-we-struggle.html' title='..and we think only we Struggle'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-4753227726567116112</id><published>2008-08-19T23:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:20:18.432+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How a Marriage Works</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A newlywed couple had only been married for two weeks. The husband, although very much in love, couldn't wait to go out on the town and party with his old buddies. So, he said to his new wife, 'Honey, I'll be right back.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Where are you going, coochy coo?' asked the wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'I'm going to the bar, pretty face. I' m going to have a beer.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The wife said, 'You want a beer, my love?' She opened the door to the refrigerator and showed him 25 different kinds of beer, brands from 12 different countries: Germany, Holland, Japan, India, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The husband didn't know what to do, and the only thing that he could think of saying was, 'Yes, lolly pop. But at the bar...you know...they have frozen glasses...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He didn't get to finish the sentence, because the wife interrupted him by saying, 'You want a frozen glass, puppy face?' She took a huge beer mug out of the freezer, so frozen that she was getting chills just holding it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The husband, looking a bit pale, said, 'Yes, tootsie roll, but at the Bar they have those hors d'oeuvres that are really delicious...I won't be long, I'll be right back. I promise. OK?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You want hors d'oeuvres, poochi pooh?' She opened the oven and took out 5 dishes of different hors d'oeuvres: chicken wings, pigs in blankets, mushroom caps, pork strips, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'But my sweet honey... at the bar... you know... There's swearing, dirty words and all that...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'You want dirty words, Dickhead? Drink your fucking beer in your Goddamn frozen mug and eat your motherfucking snacks, because you are married now, and you aren't fucking going anywhere! Got it, Asshole?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.......and, they lived happily ever after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-4753227726567116112?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/4753227726567116112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=4753227726567116112&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/4753227726567116112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/4753227726567116112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-marriage-works.html' title='How a Marriage Works'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-2765544257097967798</id><published>2008-08-15T23:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:03:39.885+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just another holiday????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5C280815%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Georgia; 	panose-1:2 4 5 2 5 4 5 2 3 3; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:&amp;quot;&amp;quot;; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; 	mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are celebrating our 61st Independence day. With developments all over the country we have a reason to celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as heading suggest is it &lt;b&gt;just another holiday that we get???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me. I would say yes it is true to certain limit...We can get the confirmation about the it once we ask the same question to our self...Most of the people the day before 15 August or 26th January are just happy coz they will be getting another holiday be it work or college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt; For most of the people it was just another  holiday day....&lt;br /&gt;But if you ask  others specially children they will have a lot to do on this day....for them its all about the flag hoisting, the singing of national anthem, distribution  and eating of sweets...and the most important thing pining up of the flag on shirt..and proudly saying happy independence day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Sare Jahan Se Achha" and "Vande mataram" are sung with great pride, happiness, zeal and great fervor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me that is actual celebration of independence day...rather that sitting at home and sending sms's wishing each other..dont you think so???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt; A week before independence day you will start seeing small kids selling flags on the street...Poor one's are deprived of all basic necessity...They are forced to sell this things against their will.But only to get 2 meals a day they go against their will and get on the road...Independence day is all about celebrating our freedom...But these kids are deprived of that....&lt;br /&gt;The part that I like most of these kids is even when they sell the flags on the street they have a smile on their face and they proudly say"Vande mataram" or "Jai Hind" when they approach us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really makes you wonder how they get so much strength to bear those circumstance and still be happy...It makes me sad that the very next day we find national flags soiled around  thrown in all nook and corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said to understand the real meaning and importance of freedom ask those who are deprived of it...and may be then you will understand what freedom means...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;So respect the freedom that you have….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-2765544257097967798?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/2765544257097967798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=2765544257097967798&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/2765544257097967798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/2765544257097967798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-another-holiday.html' title='Just another holiday????'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-8272464111175324760</id><published>2008-08-12T02:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-12T02:43:34.655+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thinking DUMB????</title><content type='html'>Read this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young boy enters a barber shop and the barber whispers to his Customer,&lt;br /&gt;"This is the dumbest kid in the world. Watch while I prove it to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barber puts a five rupee coin in one hand and two one rupee coins(1+1=2) in the other, then calls the boy over and asks,&lt;br /&gt;"Which do you want, son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy takes the two one rupee coins and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;"What did I tell you?" said the barber. "That kid never learns!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when the customer leaves, he sees the same young boy coming out of&lt;br /&gt;the ice cream store. "Hey, son! May I ask you a question?&lt;br /&gt;Why did you take two one rupee coins instead of five rupee coin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy licked his cone and replied,&lt;br /&gt;"Because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE DAY I TAKE THE FIVE RUPEE COIN, THE GAME IS OVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Moral: When you think the other person is dumb, you are making a fool of yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-8272464111175324760?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/8272464111175324760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=8272464111175324760&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/8272464111175324760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/8272464111175324760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/08/thinking-dumb.html' title='Thinking DUMB????'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-363909989811902772</id><published>2008-08-08T04:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-08T04:59:38.068+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How to save a life</title><content type='html'>Grey's Anatomy that's the serial where I heard this song  &lt;i&gt;"How to save a life.."&lt;/i&gt; its the theme song for this serial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just surfing through the channels when i came across the advertisement of this serial on star world...had seen the theme song before too ...but yesterday i could see which the album it was from...and immediately got a pen and jotted it down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i had heard this song  3- 4 times  could  not  really hear the full song as just a part of the song was used for the show..or at least i always saw a part of the song used :-P&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless I could instantly feel the pain in the song...And when i saw the &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/fray/howtosavealife.html"&gt;lyrics&lt;/a&gt; it truly spelt out the pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the song is about supporting someone through their problems rather than just telling them to quit.&lt;br /&gt;But again this song like many others is completely open to interpretation.As Everyone can find their own meanings to songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be also interpreted as&lt;br /&gt;A person  giving a  second chance to his friend thinking that at least now he/she will accept that something is wrong and they need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do read the lyrics of this song and lemme know how your related yourself this song to&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever be the meaning I just fell in love with this song..and iam sure you will too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS : if you missed the link above you can visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/fray/howtosavealife.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to see the lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-363909989811902772?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/363909989811902772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=363909989811902772&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/363909989811902772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/363909989811902772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-save-life.html' title='How to save a life'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-68362841069622030</id><published>2008-08-05T00:39:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-05T02:51:43.165+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Then and now</title><content type='html'>Lemme start by narrating a incident to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two 24 - 25 year guys are traveling by train.They are busy discussing about some software which converts videos to a format which can played on cell.There is a guy sitting next to them...may be in his teens who is hearing the conversation..&lt;br /&gt;The 2 guys are talking to each other sayin how difficult it is to get full version of any software when suddenly this chap[the teen] says "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;UNCLE&lt;/b&gt;" kya apko software chaiye?you can go to this link and you can get the full version&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;The 2 guys instead of been happy are wondering "were they just called &lt;b&gt;UNCLE&lt;/b&gt; by a guy who is not more than 3 4 years younger to them " LOL...&lt;br /&gt;These 2 guys were none other that snehal and rajiv two of my BMS friends....I don't blame these guys for the kinda reaction they gave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lemme start with the actual post...has life actually changed after our graduation and after we have started working....May be yes..may be not...But one thing for sure the one's who are younger to us do think that life has changed for us...&lt;br /&gt;There is this another friend of mine BMS again...till the time she was in college her younger brother use to come to her for all kinda help that he needed..but suddenly after she has started working..things have changed...Now he no more asks her to pick clothes for him thinking that she mite now pick clothes which are outdated.. also now he prefers her sister not been at home when his friend are around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how things have changed over time...Suddenly  we have stepped into a zone where brothers and sisters who use to look at us as&lt;br /&gt;trend setters have suddenly started looking at us as a nerd's&lt;br /&gt;Now that we have to wear formals most of the time we are no more cool :-P&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly we are seen as the older generation and no more we are required for any help[excluding times when they require money]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-68362841069622030?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/68362841069622030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=68362841069622030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/68362841069622030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/68362841069622030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-to-uncleaunty-stage.html' title='Then and now'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-6603106994892373199</id><published>2008-07-30T00:21:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:13:36.081+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The truth unattended: Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Just yesterday when I was talkin to  one of my school friend,she made me realized&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;that it was a decade that we had known each other …a decade wow seems really long time…&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;@ that time I started pondering who are the other friends with whom I have the same rapport that&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;have with this friend…or who are people whom I believed that we would have the relation as I have with her. Though we had our set of fights end of the day the faith in our friendship really made it easy for us to get back on track…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when I was thrown back in a pool of memories. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yes there are school friends of mine whom I am still in touch with…but its just not the same..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Also there have been people with whom I had spent some of the best moments till now…but somewhere down the line the spark, the comfort zone completely got lost[couldn't really get to know the reasons from the person]…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Don't you sometimes fall in a situation when you are with some friends…they call themselves to be your closest friends. but still a part of you doesn't allow you to share things with them…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Similar thing happens to me when I talk/chat/hang around with some people whom i call friends. its just the trust factor…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The mind strictly disapproves you to trust the person in front of you….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Trust is a fragile thing. Once earned, it affords us tremendous freedom, but if you loose it then it becomes really impossible to get it back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Also one important thing that I noted was. you never know whom to trust…The so called close friends may betray you and walk out of the relation,or there are some friends who just play the waiting game and push you too call the relation off by ignoring you to the core, But  there are these set of strangers who can come to your rescue. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;End of the day I believe you only trust yourself, I feel it's a very safe option than getting burned by a futile relationship…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-6603106994892373199?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-6219133044621937461</id><published>2008-07-28T23:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:39:21.084+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Rejuvenating trip</title><content type='html'>Goa trip..don't know where to start from...Had been to goa last weekend just for 3 days...Ok dont get excited i had been to a temple for some pooja..sounds boring rite...specially when we relate goa to beaches...when i say i had been to goa  to some temple you must be laughing now...iam sure.&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2057/2711112634_7829fa82e3_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ne ways took a train on Friday nite at around 11 and reached goa at 1 in the afternoon...had lunch and went to th temple..&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3219/2711107206_9f2086459d_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;temples in goa we have to book in advance for doin ne pooja's and that exactly wat we did.&lt;br /&gt;After doin that had the whole evening for myself...just took a stroll around near the temple with my nokia N95 and captured snaps from various sides...was really fun using that fone and capturing the beautifully carved temple...&lt;br /&gt;As nite fell in the scene got even better lights all around the temple looked just as a newly wed bride....really amazing...&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3070/2710297181_ffe5c7073e_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3199/2711112610_fd99f65193_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3031/2711112506_d989aea935_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was fun too got up early as i wanted to sit inside the temple ans listen to the sooting sound of the bell of the temple early morning...and also hear the chirping sounds of the old ladies who sit inside the temple to see flowers.&lt;br /&gt;Through out the stay in the temple the food is something that njoyed a lot...The mouth watering aroma that came from the temple canteen always seemed to pull me in side the canteen...also the food der was dirt cheap....&lt;br /&gt;The view of the temple,the drizzling of the rain,the laid back attitude of the people der,the sweet konkani language and 2 sweet friends[ananya and adit]&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3156/2711104256_8ffea51dd1_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt; that i made all combined and made this trip really worth remembering...&lt;br /&gt;After this trip I really feel that I should go der once in 6 month&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-6219133044621937461?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2057/2711112634_7829fa82e3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-7742014037839672104</id><published>2008-07-24T22:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:45:19.267+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N95'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nokia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 megapixel'/><title type='text'>They are back and back with a Bang</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SIi3WRqoDCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/CgAN5QWEqVo/s1600-h/24072008367-784436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SIi3WRqoDCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/CgAN5QWEqVo/s320/24072008367-784436.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226628960890653730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SIi3WqYte7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/x5S8u0M079c/s1600-h/24072008368-785470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SIi3WqYte7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/x5S8u0M079c/s320/24072008368-785470.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226628967526398898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;For quite some time we heard people cribbing that its not raining.We read in news papers ,we saw in news how people were making offering to god  trying to make him happy....&lt;br /&gt;I guess rains god were really happy on them so it poured like hell today...not to end up like this...These pics were taken near my house Chembur- Amar Mahal.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure the same people who prayed for it to pour must be praying again to god and stop this rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:pics taken from Nokia N95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-7742014037839672104?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/7742014037839672104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=7742014037839672104&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/7742014037839672104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/7742014037839672104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/07/they-are-back-and-back-with-bang.html' title='They are back and back with a Bang'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SIi3WRqoDCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/CgAN5QWEqVo/s72-c/24072008367-784436.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-1735603360796593126</id><published>2008-07-24T00:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-24T00:47:14.563+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Carrot, Coffee beans &amp; Egg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity -- boiling water. Each reacted differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-1735603360796593126?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/1735603360796593126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=1735603360796593126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1735603360796593126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1735603360796593126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/07/carrot-coffee-beans-egg_24.html' title='The Carrot, Coffee beans &amp; Egg'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-6929172713026897856</id><published>2008-07-21T23:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:33:10.956+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><title type='text'>Walkout :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;From morning today I was not feeling like goin to college.But somehow I convinced myself to go to college as we had TAX lec today.&lt;br /&gt;I dragged myself to college only to see a handful of people in the class. Later we sat fooling around for almost half an hour when we heard the peon saying that we had to move to some other class. There, I knew this would be one of those combined classes where there is no value addition. Ne ways I asked myself again should I sit for the combined lec, answer was loud and clear in my mind "NO NO ".&lt;br /&gt;But again as I had come to college I decided to attend the lec as It was no harm and understanding the concepts of TAX again...&lt;br /&gt;So I took the seat farthest from the professor so that I could do TP while he would teach....The fun part was the actually class which was supposed to be present was not der...We could see only 3 students from that class rest all were our classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Our jaws were wide open when he said that he teaches MIS to this class...LOL we were damn pissed of on the peon that time as he dint inform us that it was a different subject all together...More over it was MIS ..the subject of which  we already had a overdose last Friday&lt;br /&gt;So as expected we switched of and stopped listening to what the prof was saying.&lt;br /&gt;The prof could understand that we were not in a mood to listen. Poor fellow tried to make us feel comfortable saying that"&lt;b&gt;You can listen to me sometime and then decide if you wanna stay or move....or 2nd option is you can leave now itself, but I suggest the 1st choice&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;The professor must have got a shock when in just 2 or 3 min half of the class moved out of the class. keep the class high and dry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was one of the most best walkout I had in years.. truly njoyed it.Dint feel guilty at all for walking out….had a huge smile on my face &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;just like this :D:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-6929172713026897856?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/6929172713026897856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=6929172713026897856&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/6929172713026897856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/6929172713026897856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/07/walkout.html' title='Walkout :-)'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-5412644130715977342</id><published>2008-07-17T04:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-17T04:16:31.421+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Music Mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hoshwalon Ko Khabar Kya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pehla Nasha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gum Sum ho kyun -  Shaan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jab koi bat Bigad gaye&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suno na - Jhankar beats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;What does all have in common...its the soothing voice which you can listen to ne time ne day isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had really gud time chatting with Shwetzzz..&lt;br /&gt;Dont know from what it started..but we were just discussing about  old songs...and in no time we were mailing each other some of all all times hit.As we were doing that we actually lost count of the nos of songs we talked about..Songs well not just songs...these are little little memories attached to each of the songs&lt;br /&gt;Like the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Jab Koi bat Bigad jaye - remembered the time  I had spent with my BMS group on the beach in Goa during our IV...at nite&lt;br /&gt;         Suno na - Jhankar beats - remembered we had gone for this movie to I max Wadala and it was pouring like crazy outside&lt;br /&gt;         Jab Kab- - Jhankar beats - remembered playing this song to a close friend.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like wise most of the songs had some memories attached..And i bet most of us do that...All during the chat is was Fun pulling Shwetzzz tang as she calls it :-P&lt;br /&gt;As she hates it when I call her by her name....I still like doin that...she really gets agitated when I do that.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes dont we just wonder how a small conversation can open doors to past..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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Mania'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-5862286153392056637</id><published>2008-07-16T01:38:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-16T01:44:28.839+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Visual Aid</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SH0DxrIZ8LI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bbYXaI5qJ0M/s1600-h/fhfgh-718367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SH0DxrIZ8LI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bbYXaI5qJ0M/s320/fhfgh-718367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223335294746095794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a 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class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SH0DyxfhzFI/AAAAAAAAAUU/FnBOF6eDR1Q/s1600-h/sads-722950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SH0DyxfhzFI/AAAAAAAAAUU/FnBOF6eDR1Q/s320/sads-722950.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223335313633561682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who followed my blog must have seen the Post on"&lt;b&gt;Breaking news&lt;/b&gt;"...So here you go some visuals of the same as proof ,we can clearly see how out news channel are actually trying to see these shitty things as NEWS.:-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-5862286153392056637?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/5862286153392056637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=5862286153392056637&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/5862286153392056637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/5862286153392056637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/07/visual-aid.html' title='Visual Aid'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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most if troubling everybody and keeping them awake till it shines bright ion the morning...[amey jack.pinks,nams,Isha and many more have experienced that...]and trust me they still curse me for that. etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well the last nite out we had was not different either, four of us had a real nice time...it was fun mainly because of the conversation we had....yes we do talk about some things which are serious in nature[times when we like to argur on some things] but there are also some conversations which mainly limit to Jack..[Rite Jack???]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also there was this session when we went down to get something to eat..the hot Bhurji pav and pulav and pav bhaji... man oh man..it just tasted awesome...&lt;br /&gt;Mumbai central is definitely is more lively at nite's for various reasons:-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was we started watching Andaz Apna Apna...a movie which I can watch ne time ne day...I have seen it so Many times that now we can actually mumble each dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;It was something at around 6 they rest of the gang decided to sleep..but as usual i wasn't feeling sleepy so i decided to pour water and everybody turn by turn and wake them..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-5377306318109765079?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/5377306318109765079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=5377306318109765079&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/5377306318109765079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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title='Sketches'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SHZm_UdRnpI/AAAAAAAAASo/CLDDtZKPomI/s72-c/110173031-765732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-3979994708528480924</id><published>2008-07-10T01:19:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-10T03:06:30.499+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Suprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;For quite sometime me and Divs have been having these small small bets and when any one looses we are supposed to get the other person Brownies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; We always knew that brownie part is just a joke, but we would still keep count of how much the other person would owe us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;[at one time  she owed 1000 pieces]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;.But as soon as exams came we were so involved that we actually count of the number of brownies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Day before yesterday out of the blues it just clicked me and I jokingly asked Divs for my share of brownies....She as usual said its a lost deal...The deal had expired X-(  ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; We just started arguing in the middle of the lec..and I kept reminder on her cell saying "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take Cake/Brownie"&lt;/span&gt; for the next day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; As she has  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Monginis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;shop rite in her office..I kept a  reminder on that time when she would be at work and she will be able to pick up the brownie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; But She forgot to get it yesterday...well I also forgot to ask her for it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; But today when she came ,she sat next to me and asked me to open my Bag...and she removed a Monginis box...With a smile on her face she said..here got u a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Chocolate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doughnut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; It was indeed  one of the most beautiful surprise for me...as we both knew we were not serious about the bet.And dint really expect brownies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Yes I agree food does bring a smile on my face,but this was different....it felt really nice thats she actually got a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doughnut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Thanks Divs Thanks  a Lot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; And yes I did njoy the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doughnut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; on my way to office :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-3979994708528480924?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/3979994708528480924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=3979994708528480924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/3979994708528480924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/3979994708528480924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/07/beautiful-suprise.html' title='A Beautiful Suprise'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-153296829814506526</id><published>2008-07-07T23:30:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:56:12.793+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sunday July 6th, was supposed one of the best day for sports lovers,reasons well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Wimbledon Mens finals [Nadal vs federer]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;F1 race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Asia cup finals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; With all these thing on the menu, Sunday was ought to be super cool...But Everything was thrown for a toss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; To start with it, Ferrari dint end up on the podium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Then a marathon game between between Nadal and federer [4 hrs and 48 min to be precise] the longest finals was won by Nadal.Now for fedrer fan it was really bad as I wanted him to win his 6th Wimbledon finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Then India loosing to Sri Lanka in the finals,Ajanta Mendis the culprit here, he snatched up 6 wickets....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I had canceled my plans to meet up with friend just coz i dint want to miss ne of the listed events,Iam sure they must have cursed me a lot,But seeing everyone loose I felt it would have been much better to go and meet&lt;br /&gt;Was really down but wat made my Sunday evening gud  at the end was the awesome food that I had for dinner :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-153296829814506526?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/153296829814506526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=153296829814506526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/153296829814506526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/153296829814506526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-1297012107564339025</id><published>2008-07-03T23:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:40:08.381+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N95'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nokia'/><title type='text'>Nite Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SG0Vs54FyPI/AAAAAAAAARo/jMDuAupwlvE/s1600-h/02072008260-730736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SG0Vs54FyPI/AAAAAAAAARo/jMDuAupwlvE/s320/02072008260-730736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218851404386781426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SG0VtrAJEFI/AAAAAAAAARw/idegOdyNqWw/s1600-h/11062008127-732259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SG0VtrAJEFI/AAAAAAAAARw/idegOdyNqWw/s320/11062008127-732259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218851417573888082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SG0VuAdtC0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/mf2ZhiGKRlo/s1600-h/11062008150-734736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SG0VuAdtC0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/mf2ZhiGKRlo/s320/11062008150-734736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218851423335025474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SG0Vuf1-BUI/AAAAAAAAASA/T70dVxydm8U/s1600-h/11062008155-737215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SG0Vuf1-BUI/AAAAAAAAASA/T70dVxydm8U/s320/11062008155-737215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218851431758300482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SG0VukNJ9gI/AAAAAAAAASI/dbzjoBCaBjU/s1600-h/14062008179-738197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SG0VukNJ9gI/AAAAAAAAASI/dbzjoBCaBjU/s320/14062008179-738197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218851432929293826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nite shots taken from Nokia N95&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-1297012107564339025?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/1297012107564339025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=1297012107564339025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1297012107564339025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1297012107564339025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/07/nite-shots_03.html' title='Nite Shots'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SG0Vs54FyPI/AAAAAAAAARo/jMDuAupwlvE/s72-c/02072008260-730736.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-759284217706912909</id><published>2008-07-02T23:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:45:40.421+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nice Understanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SGvFzoatPAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Q0IUuYOiJXM/s1600-h/image001-740424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SGvFzoatPAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Q0IUuYOiJXM/s320/image001-740424.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218482084052286466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;Reminded me of our schooling days :-)&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-759284217706912909?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/759284217706912909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=759284217706912909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/759284217706912909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/759284217706912909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/07/nice-understanding.html' title='Nice Understanding'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SGvFzoatPAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Q0IUuYOiJXM/s72-c/image001-740424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-2343016470239817358</id><published>2008-07-01T01:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-01T01:04:17.340+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fortune Teller</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday a small incident happened which made me really happy.&lt;br /&gt;I know after reading this you would laugh...but yes i am like this ,small small things makes me happy. &lt;br /&gt;I had been planning to go for shopping for quite some time now....and finally Sunday i decided that its high time that i do go for it.&lt;br /&gt;So morning mein i decided that I would go to shopper's a pick some t shirts.After that when i came home..in the afternoon  i logged on to my orkut account..Normally I ignore the line which says &lt;span id="1fmo"&gt;Today's Fortune&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;But when i saw it yesterday it actually said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you will get new clothes today&lt;/span&gt;"...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;hehe it felt so good...Dont know but it really made my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;I am, sure the next time when i log in to the site i wont miss to see what fortune it reads for that particular day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; It really show how human mind behaves a certain way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-2343016470239817358?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/2343016470239817358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=2343016470239817358&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/2343016470239817358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/2343016470239817358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/07/fortune-teller.html' title='Fortune Teller'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-1283501029629095384</id><published>2008-06-25T21:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-26T03:23:49.956+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passing though'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Passing though</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Questions Questions...something which really creates stir in our mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;From the time we get up in the morning till the time when our head hits the bed..we come across many questions,Questions from various walks of our life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Some of these questions are answered immediately and forgotten.But there are some which are not answered even though we know the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are so dangerous, the truth...is not an option&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;.We shy away from answering coz we are not ready to accept the truth.The thing remains that till the time we don't face the truth we wont be happy.The moment you confront the truth happiness and satisfactions sinks in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; But the fact remains why do we question out self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;isn't just for assurance or there is something else???&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/8173514223827409254-1283501029629095384?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/1283501029629095384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=1283501029629095384&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1283501029629095384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1283501029629095384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/06/passing-though.html' title='Passing though'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-198729259080114457</id><published>2008-06-23T22:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:36:26.748+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Sucked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday started with a very bad note..had a very throbbing head ache..which i really couldnt bear...Getting kicked in the nuts I guess would have been more bearable compared to the head ache :-P..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Really couldn't lift my head off the pillow...Slept something around 4 in the morning and got up 4 in the evening..Still the pain was der..The whole of friday went in just lying on the bed takin all kinda medicine to reduce the pain..but to no avail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I get this head ache when I don't proper sleep...Normally I get this pain during my exams when there is absolute fight against the time..and where amount of time I sleep is very less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Saturday well was a new day...Got up with a small smile on my face don't remember was it due to the dream i had or for the fact that the head ache was less..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Then as usual when ever i have head ache mum asks me to get my eye checked..to see If i need glasses.. heheh which I really dont like coz some how not so comfortable wearing specs full time...I avoid the topics as soon as it comes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ne ways as of now checkup still pending..i guess the topic will come again when i get a head ache again..till then ..let it rest in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As of now NO head ache :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-198729259080114457?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/198729259080114457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=198729259080114457&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/198729259080114457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/198729259080114457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/06/weekend-sucked.html' title='Weekend Sucked'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-8076015655483719910</id><published>2008-06-19T00:33:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-19T00:51:45.249+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N95'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nokia'/><title type='text'>Crab race</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SFlfit6AJpI/AAAAAAAAAQg/SpnFJeTH6kI/s1600-h/16062008194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SFlfit6AJpI/AAAAAAAAAQg/SpnFJeTH6kI/s320/16062008194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213303093701125778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SFlfjPZyw0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/9VZ2EK1FdvU/s1600-h/16062008196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SFlfjPZyw0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/9VZ2EK1FdvU/s320/16062008196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213303102692836162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SFlfjtU-9kI/AAAAAAAAAQw/iWS3zfwxjZM/s1600-h/16062008197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SFlfjtU-9kI/AAAAAAAAAQw/iWS3zfwxjZM/s320/16062008197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213303110725727810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day before yday after we had gone to dinner at office and we were coming back to our desk I saw a huge crab just near the entrance of the building...It seemed damn sacred as it was sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;[well thats what i think]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; in the corner...still as a statue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pics attached above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At first I felt it was some wire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;[looking at its legs]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; later on closer look I came to know it was a crab...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was nice to see a crab which was alive...The last time i guess i had a seen alive crab I guess when i was 9 or 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This mawrewali &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;[the female who sells fishes is called by that name in marathi]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; use to always come and sell fishes and crabs in our building...at that time whenever she got crabs...and when ever out neighbour bought  crabs from here...we use to have a fun of our own for sometime...she use to tie its hands..and then we use to tie a tread to the crab and roam around with it in the gallery of the building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we use to also play Crab race,:-P, we use to draw a start line and a finish line so see who wins..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It use to be fun we were 3 of us..myself,Pravin and Gaurav.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok back to present...well when we saw the crab..did nothing much took some pics fooled around for sometime with it and then returned back to work...Though later we heard that the pantry fellow had caught it but then we called him and asked him to release it  which he did it later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Image taken from Nokia N95&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-8076015655483719910?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/8076015655483719910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=8076015655483719910&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/8076015655483719910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/8076015655483719910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/06/crab-race.html' title='Crab race'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SFlfit6AJpI/AAAAAAAAAQg/SpnFJeTH6kI/s72-c/16062008194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-2886223024016578678</id><published>2008-06-17T00:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-17T01:05:39.281+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Breaking News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A combination of a News channel and awfully bad news/Topic and a news reader...wat does give rise too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tadddaaaaaaaaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Breaking News&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day in day out if you just log onto any news channel you wont miss that small scroller  below the screen saying breaking news...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And if you keep a tab on most of the news channel your are bound to see some or the other breaking news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today morning when I was going through one of the news channel..I saw a channel showing breaking news..so I stopped surfing and stuck to that particular channel just to see wat was the news they were showing...To my Shock The breaking news was this"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shreshant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;karte hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;" LoLzz me could stop laughing at that news..common guys cant you come up with something gud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ajj kal the term breaking news has taken a whole new meaning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Have a look at some of the breaking news that has been showed on televison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Movie stars start blogging"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; "A patient opens his eyes after 6 months in COMA"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here the person is just a layman not even any celebrity ,not that I care for celebrity either :-P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Delhi mein Blue line bus ka accident"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Tulsi ki vapsi"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tulsi is  A character from a popular TV show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its really funny des days to see any news channel..most of the time they linger something which of least importance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; News channels are no more fun as it use to be..gone were the days of quality news..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; If India wins a match all news channels will be talkin high about all the player and the very next match they fail to win...the same channels will be talking bad about it and raising questions about the selection committee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think we need some news channel you are more keen to show some quality news rather than just wasting the air time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-2886223024016578678?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/2886223024016578678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=2886223024016578678&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/2886223024016578678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/2886223024016578678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/06/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-5890051537514005461</id><published>2008-06-13T17:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T17:40:32.238+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sitcom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The sitcom I love the most</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Friends, started watching this sitcom when I was in 10th or 11th..and just fell in love with it..The magic of friends has been so powerful that still years after the final season got over,I enjoy watching it again...have become such a Die hard fan of it that I have all the seasons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when ever i feel low or out of sorts i just log on to my computer and see any one of the episode.. For that matter even when we have a get together we don't miss to just talk about &lt;i&gt;"friends"&lt;/i&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;There this one time when Me and AJ were talking on the fone just discussing bout various episodes in the sitcom,when she suddenly started asking questions about "friends"&lt;br /&gt;She had logged on to some sites where they had various quizzes and we decided to take a quiz about friends..It was kinda stupid but we did enjoy that little quiz that we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when i though it was kinda silly to take a quiz on internet...I saw 2 of my office colleague taking the same quiz...and i was laughing my guts out... seconds later i was also sitting with them answering to questions.. ..its was kinda fun trying to remember various stuff that happened in the series.&lt;br /&gt;Though of adding some links onto this post so that you can take the quiz to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.ivillage.com/entertainment/tests/nbcfriends.htm"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quiz 1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/friendstvlovers6/quizchooser.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quiz 2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nickken.i12.com/friendsquiz.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quiz 3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try it out and lemme see how you fared in it... :-D&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/8173514223827409254-5890051537514005461?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/5890051537514005461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=5890051537514005461&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/5890051537514005461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/5890051537514005461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/06/sitcom-i-love-most_13.html' title='The sitcom I love the most'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-4739304408325868856</id><published>2008-06-12T00:06:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:25:04.343+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N95'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nokia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mumbai'/><title type='text'>Rain's here and soo are the signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SFAbmca2QlI/AAAAAAAAAP8/GVU_LbK-nzY/s1600-h/signs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SFAbmca2QlI/AAAAAAAAAP8/GVU_LbK-nzY/s320/signs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210695116145443410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rains are here and thanks to apna BMC this  is the sign we can see everywhere in Mumbai&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image taken from Nokia N95&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-4739304408325868856?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/4739304408325868856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=4739304408325868856&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/4739304408325868856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/4739304408325868856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/06/rains-here-and-soo-are-signs.html' title='Rain&apos;s here and soo are the signs'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SFAbmca2QlI/AAAAAAAAAP8/GVU_LbK-nzY/s72-c/signs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-34321825590692764</id><published>2008-06-11T23:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:11:55.795+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New York store which sells Husbands!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;A store that sells husbands has just opened in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;New   York City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;, where a woman may go to choose a husband.&lt;br /&gt;Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates. You may visit the store ONLY ONCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are six floors and the attributes of the men increase as the shopper ascends the flights. There is, however, a catch. .. You may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first floor the sign on the door reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 1 - These men have jobs and love the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 2 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, and love kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, and are extremely good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wow,' she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes to the fourth floor a! nd sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love&lt;br /&gt;kids, are drop- dead good looking and help with the&lt;br /&gt;housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, mercy me!' she exclaims, 'I can hardly stand it!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love&lt;br /&gt;kids, are drop- dead gorgeous, help with the&lt;br /&gt;housework, and have a strong romantic streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 6 - You are visitor 4,363,012 to this floor.&lt;br /&gt;There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. Watch your step as you exit the building, and have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8173514223827409254-34321825590692764?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/34321825590692764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=34321825590692764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/34321825590692764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/34321825590692764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-york-store-which-sells-husbands_11.html' title='New York store which sells Husbands!'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-3791420047274664683</id><published>2008-06-09T23:28:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-10T04:05:22.320+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pakodas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Rains,Paper boats,pakodas and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heavy rains outside and hot pakodas at home with nice tea.....tempting enough to read forward..well then wat are u waiting for go ahead and read :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Today had fun sipping tea have bites of nice hot pakodas...sitting near the window and watching it pour heavily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; When ever it rains and we feel hungry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;[well for that matter even if we dont feel hungry]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; we feel like having some thing nice and spicy and what better than pakodas....its this natural feeling thats just arises outta you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It Rains  and automatically you see big crowd gathered around vada pav wala's stalls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Its really fun to see people doin a balancing act with an umbrella in one hand and food in other.Specially small kids...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Rains remind me of the good time that we use to have when we were in out schooling days..like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making paper boats &lt;i&gt;[yes we did make many type of them thanks to craft period]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catching fishes from the gutter's and keeping it in plastic bottles and feeding them earthworms...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking a wooden log and tying rope to it and dragging it in water...as a boat..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Surely had some memorable times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-3791420047274664683?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/3791420047274664683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=3791420047274664683&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/3791420047274664683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/3791420047274664683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/06/rainspapers-boatspakodas-and-more.html' title='Rains,Paper boats,pakodas and more'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-6000122510095326883</id><published>2008-06-05T23:12:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:24:06.115+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Total waste of 200 cr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Statue of Liberty is set to be overshadowed, albeit on the other side of the Atlantic. The Congress-NCP alliance government in Maharashtra has decided to install a 309-foot-tall Shivaji statue, four feet taller than the New York monument and the tallest in India - in the Arabian Sea off Mumbai's Marine Drive.The project is said to cost about a whopping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rs 200-crore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now people I knew how our government is use to spending on unwanted things...but this was a limit...Do we really need another Shivaji statue in the city....I dont think so.With Due respect to Shivaji Maharaj...I guess there are many more important things where the government could have used this money..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was readin DNA today when I saw views from some well known  TV personalities...was really shocked when i saw one of them sayin that congress should spend 500 cr..the other said that its not about money its bout feeling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I bet We dont have to show our feeling by spending so much..200 cr is not a small amount...and i guess it can be put to better use than jus the statue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its really sad that politicians are more concered about a statue than the state of the country...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-6000122510095326883?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/6000122510095326883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=6000122510095326883&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/6000122510095326883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/6000122510095326883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/06/total-waste-of-200-cr.html' title='Total waste of 200 cr'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-118857392616979255</id><published>2008-06-05T03:08:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-05T03:26:18.968+05:30</updated><title type='text'>3rd semester</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alas  2 nd sem results were out...was really delighted that i could maintain a good percentage..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now we have the 3rd sem to look forward too...There was a huge cry regarding the timing of 3rd sem...the other 3 batches ie MIM,MFM and MMM were very keen to have lectures only on weekends....[god knows y] i mean common guys why to screw your weekends in college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Work for 5 days a week and then instead of relaxing on weekends come to college...well this was something that dint appeal to me...So i was very much keen to have a normal timing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then couple of days back received a mail saying we had a choice to go for either of timings...and I was happy that I could stick to my weekdays timing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Having 3 University papers this sem out of the 5...lets see how things build up to the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward for an exciting sem...also keepin my finger crossed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-118857392616979255?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/118857392616979255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=118857392616979255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/118857392616979255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/118857392616979255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/06/3rd-semester.html' title='3rd semester'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-8554344160795433441</id><published>2008-06-02T23:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-03T00:07:39.390+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Click'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remote'/><title type='text'>Tempers shooting!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grrrrrrrrr yes thats how mad  I was today..don't you hate those days when you are nailed for all wrong reasons..Like times when you are not at fault and you are taken for task....well same was the situation today...I wasn't wrong  but i could defend my self as innocent...I hate it these ways...I hate it when people take advantage of their position.Why do people end up removing frustration of others on you?Why don't they understand and try listening to you.&lt;br /&gt;Just remembered the movie "Click" where Adam Shandler gets an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;universal remote&lt;/span&gt; which he can use on people and everything that he wants..He can play ,pause, rewind ,mute ,fast forward etc.&lt;br /&gt;How I wondered If I had that would have just forwarded that particular instance..and I guess I would have been in a Good mood now...&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you getting such a remote..would it be actually fun to use it???For starters i guess it would be...things like just shutting the volume down of the screaming neighbour,or fast forwarding any particular moment which is painful,rewinding times which you enjoyed the most...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no perverts not that moments&lt;/span&gt;..well for second thoughts why not...ya we can do that too :-P&lt;br /&gt;Heheh would be fun na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne ways back to wat i was saying....I Just pray people start listening before shooting their temper on other....Amen :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-8554344160795433441?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/8554344160795433441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=8554344160795433441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/8554344160795433441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/8554344160795433441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/06/tempers-shooting.html' title='Tempers shooting!!'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-696684618249197317</id><published>2008-05-30T23:01:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-30T23:09:18.887+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Long Live Google</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Think ,one day you get up in the morning you have a very important project to do...you brush ur teeth, then log onto your computer try to open the the Google page..and you see nothing..nothing at all...no Google..you see a page which says "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Google has be shut down&lt;/span&gt;"..Surely you would get a big shock isnt it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Google one of the best thing that has happened to us....Today was going through a local news paper when I saw one of the cartoon by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Morparia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; it read some thing like this..."a person is sitting in front of the computer which has Google page opened on it...and the search is on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;how to dispose bodies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;" it was based upon the recent murder that happened where a person was chopped to dead by a kanada actress and her boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; At that time it just clicked me indeed Google has turned on as helpline for almost everything...you name it and you get the details regarding it through Google...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right from schooling children to us to elderly generation.. for everyone  Google has become a very important source of information.Feed and the key words and there you go...a gigantic source of information is pulled out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; The term Google has really become synonymous with research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Me and my colleague were just talking that day about what will happen if Google will start charging for its services...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What would happen then would people actually stop using Google????its hard to do that dont you think...as for the fact we have become so use to goggling that i feel we would have paid for their services...There mite be chances that some other provider mite come into picture...but we all know how dependable Google is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Heck there have been times when i dint have any thing to do and opened a Google page and started searching what ever came to mind...I bet most of them have done that too :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Long live Google and its service..&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/8173514223827409254-696684618249197317?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/696684618249197317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=696684618249197317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/696684618249197317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/696684618249197317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-live-google.html' title='Long Live Google'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-7520609829102677387</id><published>2008-05-28T02:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-28T02:59:50.455+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N95'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nokia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 megapixel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WLAN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symbian'/><title type='text'>N95-here it comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally the day arrived when I got my N95..had been saving money to get the 3rd generation symbian  series for a long time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; The main feature behind me getting this  cell was the large screen..Kinda have fetish towards large screens in mobiles.. how can we forget the iphone....My colleague had got it..and I just went bonkers over its screen and other feature..... it really gives that extra punch to the killer looks of the cell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; The WLAN is something which is really looking forward to use..wanna see if it gives the same visual effects as the iphone does...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; The camera is just mind blowing..well it has to be rite with 5 megapixel it has to be the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;really looking forward to having a real blast with this fone..&lt;br /&gt;The swanky looks of the fone makes it a class apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-7520609829102677387?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/7520609829102677387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=7520609829102677387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/7520609829102677387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/7520609829102677387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/05/n95-here-it-comes.html' title='N95-here it comes'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-484591899853486569</id><published>2008-05-25T11:18:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:48:14.511+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mistakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chetan Bhagat'/><title type='text'>The Three mistakes</title><content type='html'>Three Mistakes of My Life is the latest offering by Chetan Bhagat.The book is based in Ahmedabad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of three young boys who are still struggling to decide their goal.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the story of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Govind,&lt;/b&gt; a brilliant student of Mathematics. He has an aptitude &amp;amp; penchant for business.an, a failure in studies but a great cricketer (obviously great in the local school team).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;an,&lt;/b&gt; a failure in studies but a great cricketer (obviously great in the local school team)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Omi&lt;/b&gt;, comes from a family of priests with no inclination of becoming a priest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vidya&lt;/b&gt;, Ishaan’s sister, a teenager with her eyes on Govind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ali, &lt;/b&gt;a gifted batsmen &amp;amp; the son of a local Muslim politician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the story of how Govind, Ishaan &amp;amp; Omi come up with a sports store in their area and how they achieve success in it by clubbing it with Math’s tuition &amp;amp; Cricket Coaching classes. The writer has thrown in the angle of Ali a gifted batsman who is in need of coaching &amp;amp; Ishaan comes in as his savior because he doesn’t want a brilliant talent to be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the love angle of Govind &amp;amp; Vidya thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it all Chetan Bhagat has placed the novel in the era when Ahmedabad suffered with a nightmare of an earthquake &amp;amp; the riots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book traces the lives of these characters &amp;amp; their trials and tribulations. Of how their lives are impacted by the causes sometimes natural &amp;amp; mostly man made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chetanbhagat.com/the_books/index.html"&gt;chetan bhagat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div class="review_image" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-484591899853486569?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/484591899853486569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=484591899853486569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/484591899853486569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/484591899853486569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/05/three-mistakes.html' title='The Three mistakes'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-5190043792230767046</id><published>2008-05-23T02:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:47:42.904+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rhymes'/><title type='text'>Rhymes...too good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;" &gt;A grade 5 teacher one day asked the children in her class to make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;" &gt;rhymes with their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-left: 40px;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;" &gt;First up was Dan. A very adventurous child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;" &gt;"My name is Dan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;" &gt;When I grow up to be a man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;" &gt;I want to go to India and Japan ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;" &gt;If I can, If I can, If I can. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 12pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;" &gt;"Very good", the teacher said to Dan. She then asked Sally that it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;" &gt;was now her turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-left: 40px;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;" &gt;"My name is Sally,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;" &gt;When I grow up to be a lady,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;" &gt;I want to have a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;" &gt;If I can, if I can, if I can. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 12pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;" &gt;"That is good Sally," the teacher said. "But maybe one day you will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;" &gt;change your mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;" &gt;Next up was Glenn. He was the naughty one in the class. Here is his rhyme:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-left: 40px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;" &gt;"My name is Glenn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;" &gt;When I grow up to be a man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;" &gt;Never mind India and Japan ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;" &gt;I'm gonna help Sally with her plan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;" &gt;I know I can, I can, I can. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;" &gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-5190043792230767046?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/5190043792230767046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=5190043792230767046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/5190043792230767046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/5190043792230767046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/05/rhymestoo-good.html' title='Rhymes...too good'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-2984026052682686473</id><published>2008-05-22T03:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:47:11.888+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Champions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moscow'/><title type='text'>Manchester United wins Champions league!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am just not able to get my thoughts to&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;put my feeling down in this post....U ask me y ..Well it’s just that Man U has won Champions League finals against &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After a whole lot of drama throughout the match the team that held its nerve won the finals...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally Sir Alex slammed all allegations made my Avram Grant.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The match was full on drama,right from the start where Ronalda scored[26 min] for the red's to the equalizer from Lampard[44 min].&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sir Alex dint shy away from giving some to the referee for making Man U wait after the half time as the blues came 2 mins late into the ground&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As the 2nd half end came close things started to heat up and gave rise to a lot of small fights betweens both the teams&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At  90+2 min&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peep! Peep! Peep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Went the whistle. I had Fasten my seat belts for extra-time. I don't know about others, but was thrilled. Grrr!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;At around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et 23rd &lt;/span&gt;min we could see the player going down with cramps-Lampard, Hargreaves, Terry ... never mind that, there's a big handbags session involving about 18 players who are all arguing about the manner in which the ball should be put out of play when 14 different players drop with cramp at the same time&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ET26&lt;/span&gt; i guess was one of the most imp turning point for the match as Drogba was sent off for a tackle on Vidic and &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; was reduced to 10 men. as the clock was ticking I could sense that this match was going to penalty shout outs. And i was wondering how most of the champions league finals comes down to this...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peep! Peep! Peep! &lt;/span&gt;went the whistle again, that's that. Penalties it was&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Well nothing more to say just see the results of the penalties below&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tevez scores for Man United.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ballack scores for &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Carrick scores for Man United.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Belletti scores for &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ronaldo misses for Man United.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[ Cristiano Ronaldo's penalty was dreadful there - he hesitated in his run-up, making it easy for Petr Cech to save from him]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lampard scores for &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hargreaves scores for Man United.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ashley Cole scores for &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; ... just about.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nani scores for Man United.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;John Terry ... MISSES for &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;SUDDEN DEATH&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Anderson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; scores for Man United&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kalou ... scores for &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Giggs ... scores for Man United. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nicolas Anelka ... MISSES!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:12;"  &gt;Manchester United win 6-5 on penalties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presentation was made more fun as it was raining in Moscow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-2984026052682686473?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/2984026052682686473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=2984026052682686473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/2984026052682686473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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gods have arrived...It rained today our place today..and trust me it felt so good to see rains...primarily coz its being so hot lately that it has difficult to face it... morning just came out from a bath and saw out side only to see it  was drilling...I could see the terrace of the neighboring building all wet...the pigeons ,crows and other birds taking a dip in the water which was collected near by..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The sky was divided into 2 halves one side was bright blue in colour and the other was cloudy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Could hear small kids coming outside and playin in the rain...even i remembered the time when we were small We were told that it is gud to get wet in the first Rain...Don't know why...but as such dint really bother to ask the reason as we just wanted another reason to play in the rain..hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I really felt so fresh when i saw it raining and felt the weather so cool..:-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-3997474061572575988?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/3997474061572575988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=3997474061572575988&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/3997474061572575988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/3997474061572575988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/05/ranis-arrive.html' title='Rains Arrive'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-3246195336595510293</id><published>2008-05-20T02:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-20T03:08:50.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Catchin up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After a long time got a chance to catch up with my BMS friends...felt really nice...things hadn't changed much and the same number of people showing up for get together....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;meting up for lunch or dinner is the thing that we normally do these days...as everybody now have their own set of responsibilities this is that thing which becomes feasible for most of us now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; went to GK[gurukrupa] the restaurant that we cherished the most  during our college days.The lip smacking samosas,the gulab jamuns and the chole bhature....were always a part of our order..So when we knew that we are goin der our thoughts lingered around all this food items..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yday wasnt diff too..It was Shabu's bday treat....the cake the food and the gifts made it fun..... pushed of too Cineplanet to catch a movie after we were done at GK.Through the time had fun troubling Pooja as hidin her cell hehehe&lt;br /&gt;All and all felt gud too see people in all smiles :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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up'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-3488126967409724684</id><published>2008-05-16T23:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:11:53.402+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Apna dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2007 was the year that changed my outlook toward these dentists...Spent almost 6 months visiting this particular dentist...Ok people not that I had so many cavities..but this particular tooth of mine turned black...so went for a normal check up only to hear that the nerve was dead and thats the reason the tooth was growin black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Now i asked myself how can A nerve die by itself...she told me ki I mite have got hurt on that tooth and that is when the nerve died off....And I suddenly recollected this particular incident where i had gone for a cricket tournament where i had got hurt on the lip..and i guess that was when the nerve died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Now back to apna dentist...My first visit was on 26 th jan 07 and trust me it ended some where around in july 07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Almost 3 times a week i had to go der for treatment...something which i really hated as had to adjust all other plans...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;RS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; use to always tease me sayin "dentist ko tere se pyar hua hai thats y she callin u again and again" and man I use to get mad when she use to say that.Coz everytime she called i use to say "iam sitting at the dentist"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; The shop owners  near her clinic must have though that I have taken membership at her place  :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every time when i use to ask her how many more sittings and her std answer would be"bas 3 to 4  then its done"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; The best part of the Root canal was the pain less way she dealt with it..She has promised me that she will do a painless treatment and man she really did that..:-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Now I just pray that i dont have any more tooth problem..only for the fact that dont wanna spend half my time visiting the clinic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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dentist'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-8290721844984432526</id><published>2008-05-15T22:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-16T22:32:30.185+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Last Friday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last weekend had a blast,Friday there were 6 of us for nite out at my place,met late evening had dinner and the nite started with one of the most fun movie"the American pie series" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;have seen this series n number of times but I njoy the movie every time i watch it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We saw 2 part of the series back to back,later we were lyin down and talkin and talkin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the clock struck 3,a though came to my mind of goin down and just roaming in the colony,and in the span on 5 min we  were down ,read for your midnite[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well not exactly midnite as it was already 3...&lt;/span&gt;] stroll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suddenly jack remembered that we hadn't clicked ne pic till now so der we were standing in middle of the road and gettin our self snapped  hehe was fun all dogs barkin..[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;man they must be thinkin who are these people&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;At around 4 we were back in my building...and 4:30 back in the house..most of them started feelin but me and amey weren't.So we though wat better way to irritate them....so we started troubling rest of the people and woke them up every time their eyes closed heheh was fun doin that..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still remember the time when Isha hit Nams thinkin it was my hand tickling her hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;and nams all shocked was lookin at Iy with a blank face wondering why she did that.&lt;br /&gt;Later at around 6 me and amey were the last survivals and we both gave up and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Next morning when i opned my eyes saw jack had already left and amey was still sleepin.&lt;br /&gt;Baki Isha,Nams and Niki were awake...I could here Niki callin my name sayin"rakesh bhook lagi hai kya hai khane mein"&lt;br /&gt;And she woke me up finally...so got up and ordered for some breakfast...which we had at 1 o clock....&lt;br /&gt;Then nothin every one left and me went back to sleep hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Later that nite again amey ,jack and one of jack,s friend was der for nite out..and same as the previous  day we njoyed to the core...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-8290721844984432526?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/8290721844984432526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=8290721844984432526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/8290721844984432526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/8290721844984432526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-friday.html' title='Last Friday!!'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-7488485567374615907</id><published>2008-05-12T22:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:45:37.571+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strategic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RECRUIT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accounts'/><title type='text'>HOW TO RECRUIT THE center PERSON FOR THE JOB?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Put about 100 bricks in some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Particular order in a closed Room with an Open window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then send 2 or 3 candidates in The room and close the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leave them alone and come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After 6 hours and then analyze The situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If they are counting the Bricks. Put them in the accounts Department.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If they are recounting them.. Put them in auditing .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If they have messed up the Whole place with the bricks. Put them in engineering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If they are arranging the Bricks in some strange order. Put them in planning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If they are throwing the Bricks at each other. Put them in operations ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If they are sleeping. Put them in security.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If they have broken the bricks Into pieces. Put them in information Technology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If they are sitting idle. Put them in human resources.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If they say they have tried Different combinations, yet Not a brick has Been moved. Put them in sales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If they have already left for The day. Put them in marketing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If they are staring out of the Window. Put them on strategic Planning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then last but not least my personal favorite. If they are talking to each Other and not a single brick&lt;br /&gt;Has been Moved.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Congratulate them and put them In top management.&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/8173514223827409254-7488485567374615907?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/7488485567374615907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=7488485567374615907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/7488485567374615907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/7488485567374615907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-to-recruit-center-person-for-job.html' title='HOW TO RECRUIT THE center PERSON FOR THE JOB?'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-5333818832682199480</id><published>2008-05-09T00:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-09T03:15:07.902+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back in Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8 th may a day that really threw me back in time,where I recollected so many fun times that I use have with deepTea[deepti] and vins who are my cousins BTW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We always had fun pulling eachothers leg..most of the time the scape goat use to be deepti...Now when I sit back and recollect those days..I can still remember the topics on which we use to pull her leg...&lt;br /&gt;It was long that we had actually met up in person,all 3 of us at one time...after work started for all 3..we have hardy had the time to catch up with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; After years,when we actually got the chance to catch up.Vins turned up to be the bakra,and somehow me and deeps fell on the same page and we both were chatin to vins and pulling his leg on the same topic...and man dint we have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It was as if we had gone back in time and we were sitting in front of each other and talkin..that kinda TP we actually did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Cheers to our relationship :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; love u guys&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/8173514223827409254-5333818832682199480?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/5333818832682199480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=5333818832682199480&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/5333818832682199480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/5333818832682199480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-in-time.html' title='Back in Time'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-5902626046457666181</id><published>2008-05-08T22:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:44:37.298+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N70'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clear'/><title type='text'>Being Clear</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SCM2mlopQcI/AAAAAAAAAME/Ac1_WcXbILI/s1600-h/Beign+clear-789940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SCM2mlopQcI/AAAAAAAAAME/Ac1_WcXbILI/s320/Beign+clear-789940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198058431481201090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Found this really nice so posted it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-5902626046457666181?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/5902626046457666181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=5902626046457666181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/5902626046457666181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/5902626046457666181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/05/being-clear.html' title='Being Clear'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SCM2mlopQcI/AAAAAAAAAME/Ac1_WcXbILI/s72-c/Beign+clear-789940.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-7256661464652444415</id><published>2008-05-07T17:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:44:05.763+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manhattan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little'/><title type='text'>Little Manhatan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SCGbClopQbI/AAAAAAAAAL8/N1NP7-K7As4/s1600-h/poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 288px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SCGbClopQbI/AAAAAAAAAL8/N1NP7-K7As4/s320/poster1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197605913726894514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SCGavlopQaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/zC5Wok9qQxk/s1600-h/66y3har.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 206px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SCGavlopQaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/zC5Wok9qQxk/s320/66y3har.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197605587309380002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Manhattan a story about Gabe , 11 year old kid and his puppy love towards Rosemary.A very wonderfully put together movie.It just shows what kinda emotions Gabe goes through when he realizes that he likes Rosemary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We all at one point or the other must have had our own share of relationships..and may try to shrug of this puppy love thing..but the truth is that it is true that each one has gone through that face....the movie just says that some situations helps us in facing wat ever challenges we mite get in future and it says that first love, puppy or otherwise, only happens once.&lt;br /&gt;One quote from the movie which I really liked is this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Love is an ugly, terrible business practiced by fools. It'll trample your heart and leave you bleeding on the floor. And what does it really get you in the end? Nothing but a few incredible memories that you can't ever shake. The truth is there's gonna be other girls out there. I mean, I hope, but I'm never gonna get another first love. That one's always gonna be her"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         I truly felt yes its indeed a fact..its the memories that really make a difference later in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-7256661464652444415?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/7256661464652444415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=7256661464652444415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/7256661464652444415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/7256661464652444415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-manhattan-story-about-gabe-11.html' title='Little Manhatan'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SCGbClopQbI/AAAAAAAAAL8/N1NP7-K7As4/s72-c/poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-5034224941107761347</id><published>2008-05-05T09:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:43:29.571+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertising'/><title type='text'>Know your Target Audience!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SB6FRa-QGPI/AAAAAAAAALc/A6FR-sZ_MQ4/s1600-h/MARKETING+TARGET+AUDIENCE-749502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SB6FRa-QGPI/AAAAAAAAALc/A6FR-sZ_MQ4/s320/MARKETING+TARGET+AUDIENCE-749502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196737554376825074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is wat happens when you dont know your target audience &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-5034224941107761347?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/5034224941107761347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=5034224941107761347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/5034224941107761347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/5034224941107761347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/05/know-your-target-audience_04.html' title='Know your Target Audience!!!!!'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SB6FRa-QGPI/AAAAAAAAALc/A6FR-sZ_MQ4/s72-c/MARKETING+TARGET+AUDIENCE-749502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-4356590906897238496</id><published>2008-05-02T01:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:42:50.438+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suicides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chetan Bhagat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IIT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IITian'/><title type='text'>The youth grave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The thing that triggered this segment was a post which was done by my colleague about "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;color:#000000;" &gt;A take on the continuing IITian suicides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recently a guy from my building committed suicide.....The reason for committing suicide well unknown.. but many said that as he hadn't fared well in his engineering exams and that was the reason for suicide..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trust me when I came to know this was the reason I was very furious for the fact that he had to take such a drastic step...and why only coz he had flunked in some god damn paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Common people wake up , understand the importance of life....On one hand there thousands and thousand people who fight daily against all sort of diseases and illness to stay alive when they know that the time they have is very less..on the other, there are people who give up their life so easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Everyday when we open the news paper we come across at least 1 suicide case..and if you see carefully most of them are in the age group of 15 to 25 who commit suicide....People get a grip on yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why cant we face the heat?why do we scum  to pressure so easily that the only way out we see is in suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I really feel the one who commits suicide are big time selfish people.. you ask why?Well for the only fact that the person doesn't even think what will his/her family go through after this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parents work and scarify in all possible ways to see that the child doesn't have to go through any problems and wat they get a suicide note and the dead body of their child..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The parents who brought the child home when he/she was born,will have to go through the trauma of shouldering the dead body to the crematorium..is it really fair????Dont think i need to answer that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you see most of the people who commit suicide are ones who are use to getting things easily..and when they don't get it easily, this is the option they take ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Somewhere found this quote "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suicide is not chosen; it happens when pain exceeds resources for coping with pain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" do you really think this is true??I truly feel suicide is a choice that a person makes..even though there are times when we have to go under a lot of pain....But then why cant we make a choice to fight the pain and not wither against the pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chetan Bhagat has said"If God wanted us to take our own life, he would have provided a power off button. He didn't, so have faith and let his plan for you unfold"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So let life unfold its self and lets keep faith in god..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I take a pause here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; take care people and give due importance to your life :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-4356590906897238496?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/4356590906897238496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=4356590906897238496&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/4356590906897238496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/4356590906897238496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/05/youth-grave.html' title='The youth grave'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-6300865732386809926</id><published>2008-04-30T16:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:42:00.973+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man U'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stamford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chelsea'/><title type='text'>Loss at Stamford Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;United slipped to an agonising late defeat against Chelsea at Stamford Bridge to leave the title race in the balance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Michael Ballack scored the dramatic winner from the penalty spot with five minutes left after Michael Carrick had handled in the box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chelsea dominated the first half and Ballack gave them a deserved half-time lead when he headed home Didier Drogba’s cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But United improved greatly after the break and Wayne Rooney looked to have earned a crucial point when he took advantage of a Ricardo Carvalho mistake to fire home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Goal difference is now all that separates the sides at the top of the table, but United know that wins over West Ham and Wigan in the final two games will guarantee them the title. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Reds suffered a further blow when Nemanja Vidic, named in the side after recovering from his stomach virus, was forced off with a nasty-looking facial injury early on&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/8173514223827409254-6300865732386809926?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/6300865732386809926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=6300865732386809926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/6300865732386809926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/6300865732386809926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/04/loss-at-stamford-bridge.html' title='Loss at Stamford Bridge'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-5748709421397171988</id><published>2008-04-29T22:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:11:23.746+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Slow motion mode!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suddenly feels like everything has gone in to slow motion mode.... everything goin just slow.No sooner college got over suddenly feels like there is nothin to do...office to home and home to office is the only routine i follow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Yes happy that for now i am able to catch up on my sleep..which i had lost during my exam times...still feels like there is nothin to do...A little skecthin here and der and that it... Hope something exciting comes forward very soon...&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/8173514223827409254-5748709421397171988?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/5748709421397171988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=5748709421397171988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/5748709421397171988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/5748709421397171988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/04/slow-motion-mode.html' title='Slow motion mode!!'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-1011442190732451429</id><published>2008-04-29T01:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-29T01:14:07.009+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Communication Gap!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SBYpB6-QGNI/AAAAAAAAALI/QnW8zNFLhoI/s1600-h/ATT00001-747011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SBYpB6-QGNI/AAAAAAAAALI/QnW8zNFLhoI/s320/ATT00001-747011.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194384333205412050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-1011442190732451429?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/1011442190732451429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=1011442190732451429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1011442190732451429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/1011442190732451429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/04/communication-gap.html' title='Communication Gap!!!'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SBYpB6-QGNI/AAAAAAAAALI/QnW8zNFLhoI/s72-c/ATT00001-747011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-7681818501759974472</id><published>2008-04-25T22:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:34:05.970+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Latest Sketch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SBIO1a-QGMI/AAAAAAAAALA/Dt49KoM9kU0/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SBIO1a-QGMI/AAAAAAAAALA/Dt49KoM9kU0/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193229631247882434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sketching is something that always came to me naturally...didn't join ne classes ...but went with the flow and worked on some drawings..well I am not some one who creates his own work:-P ...I just like to copy stuff..in that ways I dont have to spend time on  thinking wat to draw...just surf through web get some gud sketches and work on it...ain't it easy???indeed it is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; When I was in my BMS I guess i actually started sketching...as time passed i became gud at it..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in the span of 3 to 4 years i have worked on some 40 odd sketches..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ne ways after quite some time yday was goin to some sites and came across some galleries which included some gud drawings..and suddenly i asked my when was the last time i made one....this is wat prompted me to work on some thing new...and this is wat I came up wit...This took me 45 min to finish...so kinda happy that in that time it came out pretty gud :-D&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/8173514223827409254-7681818501759974472?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/7681818501759974472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=7681818501759974472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-2647117078016584324</id><published>2008-04-24T03:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:41:08.036+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N70'/><title type='text'>balancing act</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SA-sFK-QGII/AAAAAAAAAKg/8d-oIDxWzw4/s1600-h/110420081980-744661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SA-sFK-QGII/AAAAAAAAAKg/8d-oIDxWzw4/s320/110420081980-744661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192558100226250882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SA-sF6-QGJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ggKbH-Z_LHM/s1600-h/110420081981-746564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SA-sF6-QGJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ggKbH-Z_LHM/s320/110420081981-746564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192558113111152786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SA-sF6-QGKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-FGnG6Lenek/s1600-h/110420081982-747777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SA-sF6-QGKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-FGnG6Lenek/s320/110420081982-747777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192558113111152802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SA-sGq-QGLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5Y4J-AzS1vQ/s1600-h/110420081983-749908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SA-sGq-QGLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5Y4J-AzS1vQ/s320/110420081983-749908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192558125996054706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ok dont know wat i was tryin to do...but we had met up in college for studies and i was doin the balancing act here with the pencils and the bottle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-2647117078016584324?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/2647117078016584324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=2647117078016584324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/2647117078016584324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/2647117078016584324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/04/balancing-act.html' title='balancing act'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SA-sFK-QGII/AAAAAAAAAKg/8d-oIDxWzw4/s72-c/110420081980-744661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-6908682972980174624</id><published>2008-04-23T23:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:40:40.247+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missed call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hostel'/><title type='text'>Movies all the way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Movies movies and more of movies....that is wat I am doin for last 3 days best part is iam watchin movies of which i had never heard of....most of them horror but good concepts..some of them were &lt;i&gt;28 days later,hostel,1 missed call etc&lt;/i&gt;....all of them were really awesome movies.  After exams not done ne thing really exciting..but jus relaxing des days...for quite some time had sacrificed  with my sleep a lot but now its time to compensate for it hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-6908682972980174624?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/6908682972980174624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=6908682972980174624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/6908682972980174624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/6908682972980174624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/04/movies-all-way.html' title='Movies all the way'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173514223827409254.post-6995779007884761660</id><published>2008-04-22T01:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-22T01:12:22.807+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Now thats how u do it!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SAzuHzJgyrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oo83yQV5-3M/s1600-h/1-742811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SAzuHzJgyrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oo83yQV5-3M/s320/1-742811.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191786288207940274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8173514223827409254-6995779007884761660?l=rakeshavin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/feeds/6995779007884761660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8173514223827409254&amp;postID=6995779007884761660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/6995779007884761660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8173514223827409254/posts/default/6995779007884761660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakeshavin.blogspot.com/2008/04/now-thats-how-u-do-it.html' title='Now thats how u do it!!!!'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545651815721371755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SjxiMk8g5FI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aF9YE_RrB5s/S220/20052009289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSBupJbKI1Q/SAzuHzJgyrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oo83yQV5-3M/s72-c/1-742811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
