<?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-5827046738187496359</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:07:51.056+05:30</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='personal'/><category term='review'/><category term='general'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='opinions'/><title type='text'>One Lyf.. Liv it...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05939981972332520816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/S4qguPrD-II/AAAAAAAABks/HleVl75_rKg/S220/Photo-0064.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827046738187496359.post-2707261847812923859</id><published>2011-04-15T20:36:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-16T06:34:25.780+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><title type='text'>Globalization</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are many stories that try to bring out the spirit of Globalization. Though listening to them helps you understand its meaning, the true feeling underlying this world is something to be experienced. I had such an experience first-hand in California. How you would you feel when you are sitting in an "Indian" restaurant in "USA" when a "Mexican" comes to you and serves you"Sambar Vada" while actually pronouncing it properly (better than the westernized teenage Indian girls :P)..!! It wasn't the first time I was seeing a person from a foreign land in such a situation, but, it was the first time I had this kind of realization strike me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While dining in another Indian restaurant, I was helping an American choose his dishes, since he was a bit confused with non-familiar words such as 'Kofta', 'Panneer', etc. We soon struck up a conversation and he was recollecting his recent visit to India which happened to be his 2nd trip there, after 20 years. He sounded astonished at the development and westernization of the country and felt that India in the 90s was nicer. Now, many of us confuse ourselves between the development of a country and getting westernized. Westernizing our culture and thoughts does not make us a developed country. Similarly, the inverse need not be true either. But its a very fast ride, and all of us seem to be just about holding on to see where it leads us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About 100 years ago, the country with the largest conquered land was the world's superpower - and Britain was the best player. Then came the age of Information and the US has taken a strong stance there. But no nation has remained at the top for long. So who is going to be next? Can India overcome looking up to the western world and take its own stance? Would China make the steady progress they have been doing with an intelligent and hard-working workforce? Or would it be a totally unnoticed player who would make a sudden leap into the race? Globalization has more often been looked upon as "westernization" of the world. The West has given us good and bad times. And its time to learn from them. Would we see an age where this buzz word represents its true meaning? Or are we heading towards adopting an existing set of streamlined ideas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827046738187496359-2707261847812923859?l=sumbadielse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/feeds/2707261847812923859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2011/04/globalization.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/2707261847812923859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/2707261847812923859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2011/04/globalization.html' title='Globalization'/><author><name>Sid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05939981972332520816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/S4qguPrD-II/AAAAAAAABks/HleVl75_rKg/S220/Photo-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827046738187496359.post-6217681615145566861</id><published>2011-04-08T12:31:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-16T21:57:21.663+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Break a leg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;wrote this="" in="" nov="" but="" left="" it="" floating=""&gt;&lt;/wrote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wrote this in Nov 2010. But left it floating away...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its the Final phase of Education for most people as they near the completion of their Masters' degree. 3 semesters of eventful days and sleepless caffeinated nights have finally given you two more letters to your name. But wait.. That's the least of worries isn't it.. The reason for all the pain and pressure was getting a good job in your industry of "passion". The fantasies from back home where every relative whom u knew in the US was working with a big giant seems so far-fetched. And all you hope for now is to catch the light at the end of the tunnel and pray that every spell of darkness is just a curve in your path. And thus starts the remaining part of your journey...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With countries trying to climb up from the economic recession that tore them apart, the American dream still seems to be just a dream for many. Talent, passion, knowledge and interpersonal skills can get you as far as doing well. But to secure the peak, the last 5% might be required. People call it by different names - some call it chance, some call it fate.. But, in general, it goes under the name of luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is very common for the young, self-driven community to believe that such an entity never exists - its rather a superstition. But certain events in your life sometimes make you ponder at times... What if?? The most confusing questions start this way.. What if luck does exist? What if you need  this unmeasurable non-existent entity to succeed? Life's most frustrating twists are spun into one beautiful web. The web is a source of confusion when you are right in the middle, but taking a step back, and an amazing design unravels right before your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La Vie est Belle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS: Dedicating to a friend who still awaits his 5%. Break a leg buddy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827046738187496359-6217681615145566861?l=sumbadielse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/feeds/6217681615145566861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2011/04/break-leg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/6217681615145566861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/6217681615145566861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2011/04/break-leg.html' title='Break a leg'/><author><name>Sid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05939981972332520816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/S4qguPrD-II/AAAAAAAABks/HleVl75_rKg/S220/Photo-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827046738187496359.post-2662929205274204938</id><published>2011-03-28T03:47:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-01T09:30:33.439+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Water water everywhere, nor any drop to drink...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UYyxu3tdwBs/TY_Lze3occI/AAAAAAAACRk/0z1ah3tr4jU/s1600/IMG_2604.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UYyxu3tdwBs/TY_Lze3occI/AAAAAAAACRk/0z1ah3tr4jU/s320/IMG_2604.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588909747910242754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Water spraying to the sides.. The sun burning into my skin.. All I could see ahead was the blue shade of the sky reflected over miles and miles of water. And all I could hear was the hum of my jet ski... It was Spring Break last week.. And as usual, we came up with a plan to freak out - 3 days at Panama City Beach, Florida - the Spring break Capital of the World. Its known for the huge student crowd that it attracts with its beautiful beaches, interesting beach parties and an active night life. We spent most of our time at the beach. But on the third day, we went for a dolphin tour - a 2 hour tour on jet skis that included a close-up view of dolphins in the sea and a visit to Shell Island. Due to the absence of water-proof cameras on any of us, we ended up capturing our surroundings only through our eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We started off slowly and headed straight to the place where most dolphins preferred hanging around - A part of the Atlantic just off the lagoon. The ride was a smooth one until we reached the borders of the lagoon. Soon, as we entered into the open ocean, the huge waves and the roughness of the ocean made it a tad more interesting to ski along (Pity my pillion rider who held on so hard trying not to fall :P). The dolphins seemed to enjoy swimming near an island where the waves were a bit cut down. The sight of the dolphins swimming alongside us was a never-to-forget experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After our acquaintance with the second most intelligent species on the planet (following all primates), we skied off to Shell Island. The island had a view of the mainland with calm waters on one side and the rough open ocean on the other side. The ride to the island with all the scenery around could be expressed in nothing but one word - "Wow!!!" (with all three exclamation marks). It was at this point that I really regretted being unable to capture what my eyes were relishing in a more permanent form. With the mainland on one side, an uninhabited island on the other and miles of water touching the horizon straight ahead, every moment out there was lived at its fullest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The uninhabited Shell Island was a small stretch of land with a little grass and a run-down wooden building. It was possible to see all ends of the island from any point and was covered in white beach sand all over. The coast was dotted with a number of dead jelly fish washed ashore by the current. The clear water and the bright sand made it seem like living in a desktop screensaver - so serene and calm. The sound of waves splashing and the wind rustling was such a welcome change from the hustle and bustle of the city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If only Lyf had a pause button.... Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827046738187496359-2662929205274204938?l=sumbadielse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/feeds/2662929205274204938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2011/03/water-water-everywhere-nor-any-drop-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/2662929205274204938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/2662929205274204938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2011/03/water-water-everywhere-nor-any-drop-to.html' title='Water water everywhere, nor any drop to drink...'/><author><name>Sid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05939981972332520816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/S4qguPrD-II/AAAAAAAABks/HleVl75_rKg/S220/Photo-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UYyxu3tdwBs/TY_Lze3occI/AAAAAAAACRk/0z1ah3tr4jU/s72-c/IMG_2604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827046738187496359.post-7013780363511331170</id><published>2011-02-26T17:22:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-27T04:26:30.197+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Topsy Turvy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-txhRRxGsLOE/TWmENCSQLVI/AAAAAAAACPI/410DarV9LwQ/s1600/world_map.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-txhRRxGsLOE/TWmENCSQLVI/AAAAAAAACPI/410DarV9LwQ/s200/world_map.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578134972961664338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its been almost 2 years since I came into the land of opportunities. Yet, I wonder, what is it that makes thousands of young people leave their home countries? What is it that draws everyone all the way from the Far East to the Western-most land? What makes a foreign country so perfect than the land that you belong to? What is it that makes people all over the world "westernize" and try to  adopt "western" styles? Are we moving towards globalization or  westernization? I read once that the forefathers of this country founded the new land on grounds of scientific wisdom over ancient superstitions. I believe it is these roots that have sky-rocketed this nouveau group over other ancient civilizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But with the huge leaps in technology, mankind has seen another interesting phenomenon. I never realized this until I witnessed it myself - The borderline between culture, race and citizenship. Consider an Indian couple who have settled down in the US for about 20 years. At this point in life, you have a family who are American citizens, the elders have had Indian education with a recently adopted western life and kids who see India as a holiday spot for documentary writers. How would you now view the Indians (by race) who are Americans (by citizenship)? I feel immensely happy when I see American-born Indian kids learning to play classical instruments, classical art, classical dances, etc. Its sad such arts are considered "old-fashioned" and "boring" by the current generations in the very lands where they were founded (count my adolescent counterpart in too). In trying to save ones identity, we try to stick to our cultures while moving to a different lifestyle. The words that we ponder about faced very little difference a few decades ago.. Regardless of where we live or where we have settled down, we are and will be always identified by our roots - not in terms of religion and caste, but, by culture and traditions. While the migrated crowd is doing its best, it is essential that we (the so-called modern youngsters who turned to the West) attempt to understand and pass on our true identities too...&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/5827046738187496359-7013780363511331170?l=sumbadielse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/feeds/7013780363511331170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2011/02/topsy-turvy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/7013780363511331170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/7013780363511331170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2011/02/topsy-turvy.html' title='Topsy Turvy'/><author><name>Sid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05939981972332520816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/S4qguPrD-II/AAAAAAAABks/HleVl75_rKg/S220/Photo-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-txhRRxGsLOE/TWmENCSQLVI/AAAAAAAACPI/410DarV9LwQ/s72-c/world_map.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827046738187496359.post-2469430585035557997</id><published>2010-02-20T22:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:19:18.279+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>The hunt..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There have been times when I look at people around me and wonder. People busy with their own lives. Talking their own language - both linguistically and technically. But where is everybody heading to? Away from home.. In a far far away land. Understanding and respecting a foreign culture. With hardly any time to call back home. Unable to say a friendly hi to your college buddies. Having your loved ones go upset because you couldnt spend 5 dedicated minutes with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But beyond all this, the sense of commitment and motivation within every one of them. The fire to achieve something. To not just complete, but to suceed in what they have begun. And above all, the hunt for a true friend. Its not about being desperate for company. Its about being able to lean on to someone. Someone you can turn to. Someone you can trust. Someone's shoulder to share your load for sometime...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827046738187496359-2469430585035557997?l=sumbadielse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/feeds/2469430585035557997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2010/02/hunt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/2469430585035557997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/2469430585035557997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2010/02/hunt.html' title='The hunt..'/><author><name>Sid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05939981972332520816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/S4qguPrD-II/AAAAAAAABks/HleVl75_rKg/S220/Photo-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827046738187496359.post-5301030753621601460</id><published>2009-08-21T09:15:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-23T09:03:19.873+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>The wandering solitary mind</title><content type='html'>The transition into a new system.. New environment.. New friends.. A new lyf.. I find around me, a variety of confused minds.. Trying to find companions.. Tryin to socialize.. Tryin to get some space.. But still confused. The mind of every individual wanders into an abyss of memories. Lyf at college, at school, at home... After a stroll through ur past, ur mind returns only to find that it better hadn't. It takes quite a bit of time before u start realizing that the most memorable times of ur lyf wud hav been the hardest too. Or atleast the result of the hardest part. Ur wave of lyf touches every peak - the rise and the fall. Success is abt getting up after the fall, but determination is abt how fast we do it. N to do this, a helping hand is always appreciated.&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SpCfmQZEgWI/AAAAAAAAAnI/zI7gv54RSns/s320/DSC01045.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372969835036967266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, I've understood the real meaning of the proverb "Birds of a feather flock 2gether". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N Finally... Ur wandering mind is no longer solitary..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Huh This is the 1st time I've tried out such a style of writing. Further articles might vary depending on reader comments..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adios...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.: This article does not point to any individual, dead or alive, n is just an attempt to bring out the common thoughts that people generally experience, but choose to refuse. My apologies if I hav failed in my attempt  :)  ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827046738187496359-5301030753621601460?l=sumbadielse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/feeds/5301030753621601460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2009/08/wandering-solitary-mind.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/5301030753621601460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/5301030753621601460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2009/08/wandering-solitary-mind.html' title='The wandering solitary mind'/><author><name>Sid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05939981972332520816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/S4qguPrD-II/AAAAAAAABks/HleVl75_rKg/S220/Photo-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SpCfmQZEgWI/AAAAAAAAAnI/zI7gv54RSns/s72-c/DSC01045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827046738187496359.post-448546117786051417</id><published>2009-08-14T00:15:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:42:13.268+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>India away from India</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SoTx-IylcdI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ONyVYo7xNro/s1600-h/TechTowerSign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SoTx-IylcdI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ONyVYo7xNro/s200/TechTowerSign.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369682705546310098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess I'm posting after a really long gap.. But I'm back.. N here I am at Georgia Tech, Atlanta, understanding the true impact of India's exploding population. Everywhere I turn, I meet an Indian. The term "cultural shock" has been lost into oblivion since there isn't much transition to expect. Though the system n lifestyle change, u remain the same.. Hey.. Sounds kinda poetic.. Huh.. On second thoughts, chuck it...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Indian restaurants and grocery stores around the city, Indian spices, Indian products and of course the Indians themselves (maybe I should say 'ourselves'), it feels pretty much the same. Well, the skyscrapers along with the muscular cars and fancy roads obviously deprive u of the real India.. But thats just the materialistic part.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With such a setup around, i have still not ceased to wonder if I had traveled all around the globe just to be met by our same very own. But then I look at the professors and realize.. Aaah... Here are some of the people whose names I have read only at the cover page of some famous texts. Woa... No wonder Indian students pack up for an MS asap after their bachelor's. The question lingering in my mind for so many years has finally been answered.. N I.. Hav attained nirvana... Aaah.. Ya rite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827046738187496359-448546117786051417?l=sumbadielse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/feeds/448546117786051417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2009/08/india-away-from-india.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/448546117786051417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/448546117786051417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2009/08/india-away-from-india.html' title='India away from India'/><author><name>Sid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05939981972332520816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/S4qguPrD-II/AAAAAAAABks/HleVl75_rKg/S220/Photo-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SoTx-IylcdI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ONyVYo7xNro/s72-c/TechTowerSign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827046738187496359.post-8431448162418667444</id><published>2009-02-21T14:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:41:07.561+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Interesting Signboards</title><content type='html'>I came across a few funny sign boards recently. Here r a couple of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SS1-5tIcRII/AAAAAAAAAMg/Df6KKvF0jPw/s1600-h/DSC00806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273010268553364610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SS1-5tIcRII/AAAAAAAAAMg/Df6KKvF0jPw/s320/DSC00806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out d 1 to d left. I caught dis 1 near a fly-over at Madurai. Well, it does convey the required msg. But i guess it can definitely be done in a better way.. I really wonder who comes up with these kinda stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one's a masterpiece. Whoever came up with this stuff must have have been an expert in language(i mean his mother tongue). My friend caught this one during a ride outside Coimbatore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SZ_QONYV9sI/AAAAAAAAAP8/l-yrDOkAq9k/s1600-h/download.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305187828594243266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SZ_QONYV9sI/AAAAAAAAAP8/l-yrDOkAq9k/s400/download.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More to follow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827046738187496359-8431448162418667444?l=sumbadielse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/feeds/8431448162418667444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2008/11/signboards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/8431448162418667444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/8431448162418667444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2008/11/signboards.html' title='Interesting Signboards'/><author><name>Sid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05939981972332520816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/S4qguPrD-II/AAAAAAAABks/HleVl75_rKg/S220/Photo-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SS1-5tIcRII/AAAAAAAAAMg/Df6KKvF0jPw/s72-c/DSC00806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827046738187496359.post-1257782772943324481</id><published>2009-01-21T23:43:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:23:40.949+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>D: It is written</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SXi_83wWgFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3rxV9cVjXZw/s1600-h/q%26a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SXi_83wWgFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3rxV9cVjXZw/s200/q%26a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294192414453825618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire. The most talked about film of the day. Inspired from the novel &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q and A &lt;/span&gt;by&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Vikas Swarup, &lt;/span&gt;Screenwriter &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simon Beaufoy &lt;/span&gt;wrote the script for the movie and presented it to production companies, who later invited an impressed Danny Boyles to bring it to life. The flabbergasting screenplay, impressive camera, and the well-paced editing complete the film's 'hats off' list, with Dev Patel's (Jamal Mailk in the movie) acting, Freida Pinto's (Latika in the movie) subtle beauty, Anil Kapoor's crispness and Irfan Khan's eyes in the onscreen league. A special appreciation to the childhood actors of Jamal Malik and his brother who stole the show with their performance. I guess the casts' perfection in their roles is attributed to Loveleen Tandan, the casting director of the movie, who has played a major role in visualizing the India that is portrayed on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The sound tracks by ARR have proven to be a unique milestone in not only his career, but for the country as well. He has brought the picture to life with his astounding notes. With the movie's popularity spreading worldwide, the golden globes would just be the beginning of a long list of awards yet to be won, including the 10 oscars that it has been nominated for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Centred around the state of poverty in India, the movie has worked the energy and vigor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SXjAOuGvI-I/AAAAAAAAAPE/C-VdJwzj1KI/s200/slumdogposter.jpg" style="text-align: justify;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 173px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294192721101005794" /&gt;present within the slums of Mumbai in the way an artist uses colors on his portrait. But some Indian critics feel that this is just an act of selling the plight of Indian poverty to the West. Get a life ppl.. When education is being traded for money, selling poverty only does a lot more justice. More like an oxymoron actually. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Selling Poverty&lt;/span&gt;. Well, the movie did openly screen certain negative aspects of the country. But, reality being portrayed so bluntly, u just cant go against it. Rather, u admire the way in which several story tracks have been woven into a single narrative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With the premieres in India on 23rd Jan, the Indian crowd is eager to receive and garland this "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slumderful&lt;/span&gt;" contribution to the world.&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/5827046738187496359-1257782772943324481?l=sumbadielse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/feeds/1257782772943324481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2009/01/d-it-is-written.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/1257782772943324481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/1257782772943324481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2009/01/d-it-is-written.html' title='D: It is written'/><author><name>Sid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05939981972332520816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/S4qguPrD-II/AAAAAAAABks/HleVl75_rKg/S220/Photo-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SXi_83wWgFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3rxV9cVjXZw/s72-c/q%26a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827046738187496359.post-7330494079051476030</id><published>2009-01-11T15:30:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:55:16.250+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>Who wants to play Dodge-shoe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;With reference to the shoe throwing incident on President Bush at Iraq, I was actually quite startled when I initially heard about it. The journalist's got guts to throw shoes at a country's President. What I'm wondering is, what were his bodyguards doing. I mean, the journalist had enough time to throw 1 shoe, reload, then throw another. And even after that, it took some time for ppl to react. Weren't the guards supposed to jump in front of even a bullet to save the President. And all they did was watch Mr.Bush play Dodge-shoe. Argh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OM3Z_Kskl_U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OM3Z_Kskl_U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lotta comments about this video which has had more than 5 million views. But i liked this the best: "The journalist had an opportunity of a lifetime. Its like running for gold and missing it in the last 5 meters".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An Iraq citizen spoke to the press stating that "Throwing a shoe at someone is a sign of insult in Iraq. It means that person is worse than the dust under the shoes", or something similar to this. Well, did they really think that Americans take that as an honor of some sort. Get a life...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the other side, Mr. Bush actually has done something good to the economy. Mr. Baydan, the supposedly creator of the famous shoe, has had more than 100,000 orders from several countries after the incident and the firm has given employment to more than 100 ppl. Looks like Mr. Bush has done the good deed of his reign. Way to go... Moreover, he seems to be taking it pretty light-heartedly. "This shows freedom of speech. All I can say is it it size 10", was his jovial comment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The incident became so popular that there's even a game online mocking it. Ppl sure r determined. Anyway, i just thot I'll giv u the link. So, hav fun...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mind360.com/braingames/teasers/bushshoeincident.html"&gt;Play Dodge-Shoe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The world just seems to be waiting for something interesting to happen eh.. After all, y els wud i even write this post..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827046738187496359-7330494079051476030?l=sumbadielse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/feeds/7330494079051476030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-wants-to-play-dodge-shoe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/7330494079051476030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/7330494079051476030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-wants-to-play-dodge-shoe.html' title='Who wants to play Dodge-shoe...'/><author><name>Sid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05939981972332520816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/S4qguPrD-II/AAAAAAAABks/HleVl75_rKg/S220/Photo-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827046738187496359.post-7565672342703856331</id><published>2009-01-05T17:57:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:16:47.014+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Welcome 2009</title><content type='html'>Well, I do realize that this is kinda late for such a post. Nyway, better late than never, rite..&lt;br /&gt;So, here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every new year's eve, we celebrate the oncoming year. But y do we really celebrate? R we really excited about getting a new calendar? Or the innumerable pointless resolutions that we make, but forget to keep up? Or is it d day off from our workplace? The truth is - We just need a reason to celebrate :). A reason to hav fun, get in touch with friends, stay up late in the night, booze, make up with broken relationships n so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the truth out in the light, lets get to know some reasons y we really could celebrate the onsetting of year 2009. In general, it has become customary to have several names for a particular year with respect to the recent trends and happenings. In this context, 2009 has its own specialities. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SWIC6qELZVI/AAAAAAAAAOk/T5o1ZSfRSUw/s1600-h/mysticman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287792119233865042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SWIC6qELZVI/AAAAAAAAAOk/T5o1ZSfRSUw/s200/mysticman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese: Year of the Ox&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Science: Year of Science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Economy: Year of the thaw&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Internet: Year of the Hacker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Astronomy: Year of Astronomy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Computer: Year of the Linux Delusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Environment: Year of the Gorilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;US: Year of travel deal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;With this, I pass on my new yr wishes to everyone. N if u still r bent upon making new yr resolutions, lemme help u wid some that u can easily keep up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read less books. A little learning is a dangerous thing. Too much of it can really wreck your head&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat more. Dont u look skinnier&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cut down on exercise. Too much is bad for your health, it can even kill you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch more TV. It's very educational. Catch up on all those programs you missed down the years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work less. Take it easy. All work and no play can make you a dull boy or girl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play more computer games. Scientists say they're good for you and improve your visual skills. But you always knew that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Btw I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too much of a daily event for me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827046738187496359-7565672342703856331?l=sumbadielse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/feeds/7565672342703856331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/7565672342703856331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/7565672342703856331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-2009.html' title='Welcome 2009'/><author><name>Sid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05939981972332520816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/S4qguPrD-II/AAAAAAAABks/HleVl75_rKg/S220/Photo-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SWIC6qELZVI/AAAAAAAAAOk/T5o1ZSfRSUw/s72-c/mysticman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827046738187496359.post-6322949024295353091</id><published>2008-11-11T09:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:17:32.874+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Tata Nano - Or is it The New Mitsubishi i</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;India's hottest topic at present in the automobile industry seems to be the launch of the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nano&lt;/span&gt; - the world's cheapest car. There &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hav&lt;/span&gt; been many successful small cars such as d smart, m&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SRnW446IFEI/AAAAAAAAALM/t4J9_gZvWto/s1600-h/250px-Tatata_Nano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267477512023708738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SRnW446IFEI/AAAAAAAAALM/t4J9_gZvWto/s320/250px-Tatata_Nano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ini, etc. Yet, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tata&lt;/span&gt; stands out considering the cost of the car. But how much credit can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tata&lt;/span&gt; actually carry for dis revolution..?&lt;br /&gt;Covering the basics, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nano&lt;/span&gt; has a 2 cylinder 623cc engine with a 4 speed transmission and a 15L tank (A Honda Unicorn can carry more fuel than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt;). The people's car boasts of roomy interiors, tubeless tires, low carbon dioxide emissions n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; not. The official site &lt;a href="http://tatanano.inservices.tatamotors.com/tatamotors/"&gt;(http://tatanano.inservices.tatamotors.com/tatamotors/&lt;/a&gt;) has d following lines on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;People world over were keen to see what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tata&lt;/span&gt; Motors' People's Car looked like, and know more about it. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tata&lt;/span&gt; Motors website saw nearly 7.9 million hits on January 10 (the day the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nano&lt;/span&gt; was unveiled), while the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Nano&lt;/span&gt; website saw 4 million hits in 30 hours, making these sites among the busiest in the world.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SRnHSQ5iumI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4P7Q-DHf85M/s1600-h/250px-Tatata_Nano.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u ask me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hav&lt;/span&gt; to wait so long. Instead they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;js&lt;/span&gt; checked d &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Mitsubishi&lt;/span&gt; site for d &lt;em&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Mitsubishi&lt;/span&gt; i'&lt;/em&gt;. From d shape of those head lamps to the small&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SRnNWXdXTOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nmv_4Q2sC_w/s1600-h/800px-Mitsubishi_i_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267467023324499170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SRnNWXdXTOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nmv_4Q2sC_w/s320/800px-Mitsubishi_i_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; protruding line in front, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SRnWP-zn4iI/AAAAAAAAALE/O6GX1IuvDb4/s1600-h/250px-Tatata_Nano.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;both cars seem to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Siamese&lt;/span&gt; twin-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; character. Wat a coincidence!!&lt;br /&gt;Now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;js&lt;/span&gt; imagine raising d windshield, pushing in d wheels closer to d body &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;wid&lt;/span&gt; a few minor tweaks n voila..!! There u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;hav&lt;/span&gt; it...&lt;br /&gt;Well they r technically pretty different though. Dis one has a 2 cylinder 659cc engine with a 4 speed automatic transmission n offers both rear n four wheel drive options. N dis 1 has a 35L fuel tank (Phew..). D Mitsubishi i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;wud&lt;/span&gt; be a wonderful car to buy for city roads in India had it not been for d price (8999 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;UK&lt;/span&gt; pounds). N of course, its not for sale here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On d whole, I'd like to 1st congratulate d &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;nano&lt;/span&gt; team for trying something new. But they seem to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;hav&lt;/span&gt; concentrated 1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; on d budget n missed out on many features. Its a brilliant vehicle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; can substitute a Rs. 65K bike for an Indian family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;wid&lt;/span&gt; an average salary. But it'd only be those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;despos&lt;/span&gt; waiting to get their hands on a 4-wheeler who'd be their buyers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827046738187496359-6322949024295353091?l=sumbadielse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/feeds/6322949024295353091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2008/11/tata-nano-mitsubishi-i.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/6322949024295353091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/6322949024295353091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2008/11/tata-nano-mitsubishi-i.html' title='Tata Nano - Or is it The New Mitsubishi i'/><author><name>Sid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05939981972332520816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/S4qguPrD-II/AAAAAAAABks/HleVl75_rKg/S220/Photo-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SRnW446IFEI/AAAAAAAAALM/t4J9_gZvWto/s72-c/250px-Tatata_Nano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827046738187496359.post-3642642055247440683</id><published>2008-10-19T08:06:00.016+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:43:42.418+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>49-O : A likely Solution for Vision 2020</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recently I came to know about this option called 49-O in our election system. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;js&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; let u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;guyz&lt;/span&gt; know.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In India, an average of 45% of the entire population only register their votes. So, even when a political party does win, it isn't exactly what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;u'd&lt;/span&gt; call a &lt;em&gt;win&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; why the govt., insists on citizens &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;exercising&lt;/span&gt; their right to vote. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; refuse to vote stating various reasons, the most common one being that he is not interested in any of the candidates (leave out d lazy ones). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Provision&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1961, the govt. of India came up with a new option called 49-O, according to which if a voter does not wanna support any of the candidates, he can register with the officer in the booth for the same. Once u fill out the necessary forms, it is officially recorded. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wud&lt;/span&gt; not only prevent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;illegal&lt;/span&gt; votes, but also let the election &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;commission&lt;/span&gt; be aware of your intentions. If majority of the votes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;frm&lt;/span&gt; a particular ward r for 49-O, then the entire election in that ward &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wud&lt;/span&gt; be cancelled and a re-election &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wid&lt;/span&gt; another set of candidates &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wud've&lt;/span&gt; to be conducted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flaw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The biggest problem in this system is that the 49-O option is not included in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;EVMs&lt;/span&gt;(Electronic Voting Machines) and has to manually registered. Also, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; anonymity is not preserved while registering for a 49-O. Due to this hole, even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; who know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; the system think twice to register for a 49-O. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recently, a proposal has been made to include this option also into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;EVMs&lt;/span&gt;. But discussions r still under progress(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; god knows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, if u feel the candidates in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; ward r unworthy, u know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;References&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.thehindubusinessline.com/2004/05/05/stories/2004050500201000.htm"&gt;The Hindu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.eci.gov.in/PROPOSED_ELECTORAL_REFORMS.pdf"&gt;Election Commission of India&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/49-O"&gt;Wiki Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://keetru.com/ohpodu/"&gt;Oh Podu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827046738187496359-3642642055247440683?l=sumbadielse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/feeds/3642642055247440683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2008/10/49-o-likely-solution-for-vision-2020.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/3642642055247440683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/3642642055247440683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2008/10/49-o-likely-solution-for-vision-2020.html' title='49-O : A likely Solution for Vision 2020'/><author><name>Sid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05939981972332520816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/S4qguPrD-II/AAAAAAAABks/HleVl75_rKg/S220/Photo-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827046738187496359.post-6300124182873225303</id><published>2008-09-29T19:57:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-19T08:45:17.942+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Road trip to Kodaikanal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SOZ5F65FVwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MNIB8vwitTw/s1600-h/IMG_6173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253019157989250818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="225" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SOZ5F65FVwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MNIB8vwitTw/s320/IMG_6173.jpg" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a bright mornin with clear skies as 6 jubilant college-goers sped off to Kodaikanal from Madurai in 3 bikes on 06.09.08 (Saturday). The drive lasted 5.5 hours which included a 1 hr halt at Batlagundu for breakfast 'n' various foto sessions on the scenic route. With a sudden shower that started toward the end o' d journey, we all entered into sterling resorts in time for lunch, dripping wet and shivering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright, now lets not go into all d boring details about wat we did.. So goin to d highlights... I'm sure whenever u ppl visit kodai, u'd probably drop by d pillar rock, suicide point, pine forest, blah.. blah.. blah.. whatever is present in d regular brochures. But for a change, i suggest u guyz try Mannav&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SOZxryZ-M4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/SDhiP1KbejE/s1600-h/IMG_6031.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anar lake i.e., if u haven't yet been there. Its abt 40-45 kms from kodai n its simply beautiful. U hav a few view points, n an interesting temple on d way. Most package tours take u 1ly to a view point frm whr u can c lake. But u got to cross Mannavanar village to actually reach d lake. A take away lunch n a drink of ur choice (remember dat u hav to drive back all dat distance) wud aptly blend into ur relaxing vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SOZ6BMQ73jI/AAAAAAAAAKM/FgV6KM04fPA/s1600-h/IMG_6031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253020176264977970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="219" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SOZ6BMQ73jI/AAAAAAAAAKM/FgV6KM04fPA/s320/IMG_6031.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fairy falls (foto to d left) is another interesting n isolated place, apt for a good chat, located within d govt horticultural farming limits. Taking a detour on d way to d observatory should take u directly to d spot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;N here's another tip. If u r goin up there in a bike during d cooler seasons, I wud advice(wat i've learnt frm experience) a helmet, eye gear, n a pair of gloves to keep ur fingers frm becoming unreactive to motor signals. N dis is for d riders... Try not to stare at d walkers or d cyclists (js while riding) ;-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some gud food spots dat i wud suggest:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non Veg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Nadar mess - Bus stand road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. a couple of muslim shops(forgot d name) - market road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. u also get gud pigeons n beef in market road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Tibetan bros restaurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SOZ98rECnkI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vSPqIG8sXJE/s1600-h/IMG_6198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253024496679558722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="217" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SOZ98rECnkI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vSPqIG8sXJE/s320/IMG_6198.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Astoria - near bus stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Meenakshi Bhavan - Lake road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm poor in dis section. So if u r a veggie, u better look to sumbadielse for suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Btw, if u ever wanna find such outta d way places, u'd be better off chatting wid d tibetan shop owners near bryant park rather than d tourist guides. Those ppl hav lived their entire lives there n giv u info outta genuine interest rather than for monetary benefits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827046738187496359-6300124182873225303?l=sumbadielse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/feeds/6300124182873225303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2008/09/road-trip-to-kodaikanal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/6300124182873225303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/6300124182873225303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2008/09/road-trip-to-kodaikanal.html' title='Road trip to Kodaikanal'/><author><name>Sid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05939981972332520816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/S4qguPrD-II/AAAAAAAABks/HleVl75_rKg/S220/Photo-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SOZ5F65FVwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MNIB8vwitTw/s72-c/IMG_6173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827046738187496359.post-4658606478366220732</id><published>2008-08-04T22:38:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:16:45.235+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Windows Vista - The New Coke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SJdMncuBUOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Vg6J0vIkR6s/s1600-h/viscok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230733732821946594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SJdMncuBUOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Vg6J0vIkR6s/s320/viscok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: arial; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Referring to the article on The Hindu on 27.07.2008, Forrester Research Inc., has concluded from a survey that 87.1% of the computers still run on Windows XP while only 8.8% have migrated to Vista. This is opposed to Microsoft's claim stating that they have sold 180 million licenses for their new baby. From the looks of it, users are actually reverting back to XP, while Microsoft has announced that XP will get service packs till 2014 and is also trying in vain to convince dissatisfied customers abt vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this reminds us of one of the greatest market fiascos ever pulled by the US soft drink giant Coca-Cola. On 23rd April, 1985, New Coke was rolled out with all fanfare and prime TV ads claiming that it was "smoother, rounder yet bolder" making it sound more like some vintage wine rather than a flavored soda. But customer response was so adversarial that on July 11, 1985, the company made a red-faced about-turn and the old coke was back under the moniker "Coke Classic", thus leading the company to where it stands today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: arial; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;New Coke was actually sweeter than the original product and had blue shades added to its ads in order to attract pepsi consumers as well, but resulted in losing its own. What Microsoft is trying to do sounds similar, considering the fact that all it has produced is a heavier, slower and flashier imitation of the Mac OS. N it doesn't look like the Mojave Experiment is helping it any further. Btw, I js couldn't help noticing that the site (http://www.mojaveexperiment.com/) runs on Flash rather than its own SilverLight :-). Looks like its gonna be a uphill battle for Microsoft to make Vista the true successor of XP rather than an addition to the growing list of 'Greatest Blunders of the Century'..!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827046738187496359-4658606478366220732?l=sumbadielse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/feeds/4658606478366220732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2008/08/windows-vista-new-coke.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/4658606478366220732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/4658606478366220732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2008/08/windows-vista-new-coke.html' title='Windows Vista - The New Coke'/><author><name>Sid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05939981972332520816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/S4qguPrD-II/AAAAAAAABks/HleVl75_rKg/S220/Photo-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/SJdMncuBUOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Vg6J0vIkR6s/s72-c/viscok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827046738187496359.post-2196172339530801487</id><published>2008-07-26T15:37:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:04:07.585+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Almost ThoughtWorks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last weekend, we had a company called thoughtworks visiting our college for campus recruitment. For those who hav already heard abt the company, I dont think there's anything I hav to say. For those who haven't heard of it, thoughtworks is a service cum product based software company that pays 5 lakh+ per annum for freshers(thats the most interesting part). So its like a dream for most techies to get in. U can check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thoughtworks.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.thoughtworks.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.workwiththegeeks.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.workwiththegeeks.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; for further details.&lt;br /&gt;Nyway, we had a long(n quite boring) pre-placement talk followed by a really interesting logical assessments session(this is very different frm the regular aptitude tests conducted by other companies). Around 10 in d nite, my friend sends me dis msg. "Hey u r selected for the next round. Come to college by 8.30 in d morn". Nw wat was dat all abt. Did he really expect me to start preparing then. By nw u must've realized dat I hadn't prepped for d company at all.. So i js browsed thro my C book for 15 mins js to do justice to myself... N the company too..&lt;br /&gt;The next day was a nightmare. B4 I realized wat happened, I had cleared the coding round along wid 19 other ppl. N I was 2nd in line for the tech interview. It was then that I realized that I had to get my CV printed. So rush did I as usual n cleared the interview too(wid a bang). But there was a 2nd round of tech interview(oh my god!!) for 10 of us n they screwed me big time in there :-). Justice was finally served n 2 ppl made it into the company while I rode home wid the title "Almost ThoughtWorks". U must've guessed that part nyway when i said "justice" was served :-).&lt;br /&gt;What I wanted to share is that I didn't feel a bit down for not making it in. Probably it was bcoz of the fact that I njoyed both the interviews. It was not the usual enervating xperience, but rather an energizing one. I slept like a log the entire consequent day, but I still surely did njoi that unexpected day...&lt;br /&gt;Dis post tries to serve 2 purposes - Making aware the recruitment process for thoughtworks n sharing my xperience along wid it... Feel free to post in queries. But if u know nybody els who can help u, then u r safer not considering me :-).&lt;br /&gt;I may not lead, I may not follow, but I sure can confuse...&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/5827046738187496359-2196172339530801487?l=sumbadielse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/feeds/2196172339530801487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2008/07/almost-thoughtworks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/2196172339530801487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/2196172339530801487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2008/07/almost-thoughtworks.html' title='Almost ThoughtWorks...'/><author><name>Sid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05939981972332520816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/S4qguPrD-II/AAAAAAAABks/HleVl75_rKg/S220/Photo-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827046738187496359.post-4133333456763865749</id><published>2008-07-25T21:40:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:18:58.021+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>If Only... (Ya i know.. Its abt love again..)</title><content type='html'>When i was sitting in class last week, I had dis friend of mine next to me who was totally lovelorn and dreaming abt his girlfriend. He had js broken up wid her n was in a total mess. So i js tried to put myself in his shoes n came up wid a really really senti poem. Dis really isn't me.. But it js came out.. N lemme add dis...&lt;br /&gt;"All content in d poem is purely fictious. If u, by any chance, think its related to me, then u r barking up the wrong tree".&lt;br /&gt;Dats it i guess... So nw for d actual essence.... Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IF ONLY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If only had I held her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;whenever her hand outstretched was searching,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would've still felt her softness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;beside my pining heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If only had I rung her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;whenever she missed my voice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i would've still held her lullaby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pushing me into oblivion on her lap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If only had I met her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when her heart so pained was craving,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would've still had her eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to see my world of happiness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If only had I loved her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as much as she had loved me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would've still held my place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in her red room that once was mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S.: Looks like there's too much mushy stuff coming up. So u can expect other stuff in d future.. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827046738187496359-4133333456763865749?l=sumbadielse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/feeds/4133333456763865749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-and-love-only.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/4133333456763865749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/4133333456763865749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-and-love-only.html' title='If Only... (Ya i know.. Its abt love again..)'/><author><name>Sid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05939981972332520816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/S4qguPrD-II/AAAAAAAABks/HleVl75_rKg/S220/Photo-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827046738187496359.post-794774326443401641</id><published>2008-07-17T23:18:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:17:06.516+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Song Review</title><content type='html'>I'm sure all the Tamil song lovers out there would've come across the song "Nakka Mukka" from 'Kaadhalil Vizhundhaen'. But most ppl forget dat its part of a movie n not js a hit single. Nyway there's dis other song titled 'Unakkena Naan'. Its got a gr8 tune n wonderful lyrics. I suddenly became dis ardent worshipper of Vijay Antony n praised him all over. But recently, I happened to come across d song "Unfaithful" from an album 'A Girl Like Me' by Rihanna. N boy oh boy..! Was I in for a shock!! I'm pretty sure dat Rihanna never much bothered herself with tamil music. So it must've been the other way around. Beat by beat.. Atleast its better than '&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt;ting &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;' to a bsb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N my heartfelt appreciation to Thamarai who has done wonders wid her pen... The song's got a beautiful meaning dat has been perfectly sculpted into the notes thro Ramya's voice. Many ppl think her voice is too rough for d scenario. But she's got dis high sounding bass voice (or however u describe dat voice) dat makes the song so perfect, I just dont understand y its taking so long to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To recap on the above comments, I'd just tidy up by saying that the Ramya-Thamarai-Rihanna team has definitely worked out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827046738187496359-794774326443401641?l=sumbadielse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/feeds/794774326443401641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2008/07/song-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/794774326443401641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/794774326443401641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2008/07/song-review.html' title='Song Review'/><author><name>Sid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05939981972332520816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/S4qguPrD-II/AAAAAAAABks/HleVl75_rKg/S220/Photo-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827046738187496359.post-3736175272647123458</id><published>2008-07-16T00:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:18:40.689+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>A poem on love...</title><content type='html'>I wrote dis poem in my 10th grade when i saw one of my seniors who was uncontrollably pining for a gal.. The poem just tries to highlight the feelings of a guy who is lovelorn and has no idea what to do.. The description is mostly derived from my keen observation of my peers and seniors :-). So i guess it definitely holds a bit of truth in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title actually reads "When is he in love..? When he is in love.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dated: 03/02/03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHEN IS(HE) HE(IS) IN LOVE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When his heart stumbles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And his mouth thoughtfully mumbles;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When his eyes search for the needed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And forget the leaed;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When his mind goes away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And his thoughts remain to stay;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When his actions and thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have no relative knots;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When his body and brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do nothing to gain;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When his left seems right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And he's mingled in his sight;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When his soul's in a kite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And everything seems light;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When his deepest darkness clears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And mixed feeling nears;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When he feels that those never-cared-about flowers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Suddenly show their innermost powers;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whe nhe peeps to the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To find things to nurture;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When he forgets the present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By gazing at the crescent;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When is he in love..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When he in love, in love, in love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827046738187496359-3736175272647123458?l=sumbadielse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/feeds/3736175272647123458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2008/07/poem-on-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/3736175272647123458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/3736175272647123458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2008/07/poem-on-love.html' title='A poem on love...'/><author><name>Sid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05939981972332520816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/S4qguPrD-II/AAAAAAAABks/HleVl75_rKg/S220/Photo-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827046738187496359.post-3411671458362756196</id><published>2008-07-11T15:44:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:18:18.436+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>A Student's Consternation</title><content type='html'>Dated: 17/09/2002&lt;br /&gt;Note: The author was 14 years old.. So i guess its laudable enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Examination!&lt;br /&gt;You demand concentration..&lt;br /&gt;Maths - it is calculation;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry - it has equation;&lt;br /&gt;Physics is all about derivation;&lt;br /&gt;Biology talks of evolution;&lt;br /&gt;Civics is just about litigation;&lt;br /&gt;History is full of revolution;&lt;br /&gt;Economics is totally industrialization;&lt;br /&gt;Geography and its physical projection;&lt;br /&gt;Commerce has a bit of taxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.. What a great confusion&lt;br /&gt;leading to mental destruction.&lt;br /&gt;it causes a sensation&lt;br /&gt;that disturbs our emotion.&lt;br /&gt;If we put forth a notion&lt;br /&gt;about this mind-crumpling tension,&lt;br /&gt;they say that its the construction&lt;br /&gt;of the future generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if we show our frustration&lt;br /&gt;through open fulmination,&lt;br /&gt;they give an explanation&lt;br /&gt;and declare an elimination,&lt;br /&gt;which gives us an expression&lt;br /&gt;of painful electrocution.&lt;br /&gt;This gets them into an expatiation&lt;br /&gt;about the advantageous discrimination,&lt;br /&gt;and a long description&lt;br /&gt;in aiding the elevation&lt;br /&gt;of your status in an association&lt;br /&gt;by receiving education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a continuous expedition&lt;br /&gt;with occasional recreation,&lt;br /&gt;and on consultation,&lt;br /&gt;the ever-lasting contention&lt;br /&gt;is said to be wrong contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;This emotional fluctuation&lt;br /&gt;creates even more contamination&lt;br /&gt;in our short-lived civilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these are told with affection,&lt;br /&gt;there wouldn't be much affiction,&lt;br /&gt;and the right way of suggestion&lt;br /&gt;would create the mind's alteration,&lt;br /&gt;also providing a motivation,&lt;br /&gt;thus getting into the procession&lt;br /&gt;of rapid progression&lt;br /&gt;to develop a better nation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5827046738187496359-3411671458362756196?l=sumbadielse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/feeds/3411671458362756196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2008/07/students-consternation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/3411671458362756196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5827046738187496359/posts/default/3411671458362756196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumbadielse.blogspot.com/2008/07/students-consternation.html' title='A Student&apos;s Consternation'/><author><name>Sid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05939981972332520816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0N9Bh4DgmPQ/S4qguPrD-II/AAAAAAAABks/HleVl75_rKg/S220/Photo-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5827046738187496359.post-4126636790567586793</id><published>2007-12-29T00:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:36:04.203+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Profile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="listdark"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;p class="listfl"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Name: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sasi Siddharth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="listp"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="listdark"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;p class="listp"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Religion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Spiritual but not religious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="listdark"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;p class="listp"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Fashion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Casual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="listlight"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;div class="listdark"&gt;&lt;p class="listp"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Passions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Bikes n cars... 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