<?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-29928221</id><updated>2011-11-28T05:47:48.458+05:30</updated><title type='text'>'LifePickle : A Life Full Of Spices :: Hot &amp; Sour</title><subtitle type='html'>So many things happen in life. Amazingly you Abhor some part of it , and you love some part of it. Its not an audacious decision you make every time but then you tend to make it.Its not a boisterous welcome by me to my life but a simple one . But then this is to bolster up Life...You never get what you want in life, its again a "Quest for Nothing".</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-487421312417922045</id><published>2011-11-09T01:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-09T01:45:04.751+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kal ke Pal</title><content type='html'>umeedo ke saye mein kat jaate hain yeh do pal.. Is duniya mein kabhi kahin Tum miljao humein tum kal..&lt;br /&gt;gam nahi hai bicharne ka tumse is pal par palko mein aanson le ate hain woh kuch beete huye kal ke pal !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-487421312417922045?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/487421312417922045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=487421312417922045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/487421312417922045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/487421312417922045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2011/11/kal-ke-pal.html' title='Kal ke Pal'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-765923926813383874</id><published>2011-11-09T01:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-09T01:41:09.921+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Woh Pal</title><content type='html'>Woh saath chalna un raston par aur baarish ki wo bocharein ..  is behte  huye pal mein kuch sunae palon ki woh shan bhar yaadein ..&lt;br /&gt;tum nahi aaj saath hamare ghum gayee woh sau baatein.. ek baar pyar se pukaro aaj tum fir jawan ho jayen wo mulakatein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-765923926813383874?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/765923926813383874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=765923926813383874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/765923926813383874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/765923926813383874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2011/11/woh-pal.html' title='Woh Pal'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-7170999796710145439</id><published>2011-10-28T01:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-28T01:16:42.320+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Abject Poverty: Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;As I stress into the deep thoughts of life, I seem to be little afraid of the darkness in the abysmal of confusions. As I stand to accede to hash out a treaty with my life I am still confused as to what it should be; a compromise or abstinence on my nature? This topic at times seems to be so abstruse that I am finding it too hard to understand the facts. One moment I am too acerbic and the other moment I am trying to cope up with the facts. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt; After ages again today as I stand out to cry and to shout, there seem to be no words but just a taste of salt! I have started hating my &lt;span style=""&gt;contentious behaviour because every suggestion we have ends up in a fight. Though I am not too sure about the happenings around me and why am I becoming like this? A happy going lad suddenly ends up in such a chaos! I have been spending hours to figure out the conundrums , but then whatever suggestion I have for it seem to be getting lost within seconds. Focus is something which stands missing yet again, maybe I am not meeting the right set of people. Ah no definitely that is not the case, I have people around me and there is a lot to compete with. Why I am sticking around or emphasizing more on the people; yet again; who have actually no motivations and aspirations. I think its all going haywires. Well I think I should end up here! &lt;/span&gt;People seem to have been questioning me, but the more I try to answer them, the more I am confounding my ability to solve the riddle of my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It sometimes feel that I should question the almighty, but the thought of framing the question seem to be no less of a pain, and the worst part is that ‘Google’ also has no results for the same. How do you search the query of life in ‘Google’ when its conglomeration of the sadness and happiness which you are going through! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;So lets end up here and think about the next big and the exciting things about to start in the life! Time to give up the old D’s … The Dread, The Dreams, The Debts and The Dead and above all The Dung! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Let’s welcome life with a new outlook he will grow he will live just give the best as you always say ‘The `bestest’ (add it to the dictionary) of the best’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-7170999796710145439?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7170999796710145439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=7170999796710145439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/7170999796710145439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/7170999796710145439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2011/10/abject-poverty-life.html' title='Abject Poverty: Life'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-6527459269241043210</id><published>2011-10-27T02:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-27T02:54:05.034+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Whats wrong ?</title><content type='html'>Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; at times when you com I ham talking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; I was a pare , what you want to do and what you want to become with what you are doing and what you are ! Strange &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; it. It is more than an year and I am surprised that the simple urge of a =S can be handled with ease and my increasing waist size wants me to cut down on this blog post right here and is forcing me to hit the bed right away so that I can walk a few miles in the morning. However simple the post might look as , it seems rather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; that the post has great meanings to the same&lt;br /&gt;a) My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;determination&lt;/span&gt; to decrease the ever increasing waist size&lt;br /&gt;b) To start studying more for something else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-6527459269241043210?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6527459269241043210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=6527459269241043210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/6527459269241043210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/6527459269241043210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2011/10/whats-wrong.html' title='Whats wrong ?'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-9055493156521664698</id><published>2010-09-14T11:39:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-14T11:57:02.569+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sakhi Saiya</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RH0DC5kDkG8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RH0DC5kDkG8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Video Created by : Padfoot )&lt;br /&gt;Inflation, keep on working, keep on running ..&lt;br /&gt;Inflation, she's a dayain&lt;br /&gt;Sakhi saiyan toh khoob hi kamaat hai, mehngai dayain khaye jaat hai&lt;br /&gt;Har mahina uchle petrol, diesel ka bhi badh gaya mol&lt;br /&gt;Shakkar bai ke kahe bol&lt;br /&gt;Har mahina uchle petrol, diesel ka bhi badh gaya mol&lt;br /&gt;Shakkar bai ke kahe bol&lt;br /&gt;Ussa baans maati daang mari jaat hai&lt;br /&gt;Mehngai dayain khaye jaat hai&lt;br /&gt;Sakhi saiyan toh khoob hi kamaat hai, mehngai dayain khaye jaat hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yo .. This is the song to every one&lt;br /&gt;who have lost some money&lt;br /&gt;what they truly loved .. Check it out&lt;br /&gt;Sarkar takes your money&lt;br /&gt;This it ain't so funny&lt;br /&gt;Can't go shopping with you honey&lt;br /&gt;The kreep recession eats the honey&lt;br /&gt;There is no gasoline'y coz its all about money&lt;br /&gt;Well this ain't so funny, coz there is no money&lt;br /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soya bean ka ka behaal, garmi mein pichke hain gaal&lt;br /&gt;Ghir gaye patte, pakk gaye baal&lt;br /&gt;Soya bean ka ka behaal, garmi mein pichke hain gaal&lt;br /&gt;Ghir gaye patte, pakk gaye baal&lt;br /&gt;Aur makka ji ji bhi kha gayi maat hai&lt;br /&gt;Mehngai dayain khaye jaat hai&lt;br /&gt;Sakhi saiyan toh khoob hi kamaat hai, mehngai dayain khaye jaat hai&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;br /&gt;You cant eat soya all the way , the heat's killing all the way&lt;br /&gt;The hair gonna gray , still there aint any prey&lt;br /&gt;You gonna fall on the way , there is no water to buy as you earn on the way&lt;br /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrey kadoo ki ho gayi barmaar&lt;br /&gt;Kakdi kar gai hahakaar&lt;br /&gt;Matar ji toh lago bukhaar&lt;br /&gt;Arrey kadoo ki ho gayi barmaar&lt;br /&gt;Kakdi kar gai hahakaar&lt;br /&gt;Matar ji toh lago bukhaar&lt;br /&gt;Don't say that again&lt;br /&gt;Aur aagey ka kahun kahi nahin jaat hai&lt;br /&gt;Mehngai dayain khaye jaat hai&lt;br /&gt;Sakhi saiyan toh khoob hi kamaat hai, mehngai dayain khaye jaat hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saal ka sheetal aagao June&lt;br /&gt;Mehngai mero pee gayi khoon&lt;br /&gt;Half pant ho gayi patloon&lt;br /&gt;Saal ka sheetal aagao June&lt;br /&gt;Mehngai mero pee gayi khoon&lt;br /&gt;Half pant ho gayi patloon&lt;br /&gt;Aur pale khatiya pe yehi badabaat hai&lt;br /&gt;Mehngai dayain khaye jaat hai&lt;br /&gt;Sakhi saiyan toh khoob hi kamaat hai, mehngai dayain khaye jaat hai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-9055493156521664698?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/9055493156521664698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=9055493156521664698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/9055493156521664698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/9055493156521664698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2010/09/sakhi-saiya.html' title='Sakhi Saiya'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-5570513338692413096</id><published>2010-07-25T14:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-25T15:01:51.689+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Centre Stage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv3qUYf3IPw/TEwEft1A7RI/AAAAAAAADQE/guphuiqu490/s1600/DSC00254+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv3qUYf3IPw/TEwEft1A7RI/AAAAAAAADQE/guphuiqu490/s320/DSC00254+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497774188036943122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I head of to this brand new day, I am overall okay’ish satisfied with my yesterdays routine, but believe that there is a lot to do today. Let me start of with the overall scenarios which I have had between yesterday and today and in one sentence I would say ; “Life still seems to be in utter Dire Straits as of today and nothing has actually changed” .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this blog, I have not yet brushed my teeth; I could not get up early in the morning and still not touched my books. There are still lots of things to be done. As I am writing this, I have actually talked to three different people and all are heading somewhere in their life which no one knows; One is too ambitious and wants to make it very big and is on the path for the same but needs to understands the ambiguities one faces in life ; one is successful but the negative and positive impacts around him makes him like a weak king, ready to give instructions to his courtiers but, knows that all he can speak to is his own silence and hear back the echoes of those silence; and the third one is an Altruist. This makes me feel that Life is a play, and since I have been away from blogging for a long time, I will try to discuss this play here, and see how it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my blog says: LIFEPICKLE.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before I head into this play and as I write this, I realize that there are certain people whose life I would love to dissect here and ask them ; what have you actual done to your life? There are so many people I have been seeing in my life. I realize that if I end up being the most pessimist guy then I can give example of people who actually are, examples of some of the biggest disasters in the history of mankind, then there are some who actually are being influenced by these disasters to become one of the disaster themselves, and then there are some who are waiting to be those disasters, but some cushions around them are actually saving them from the impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious Very Curious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as they say is a sheer centre stage of a big play which someone has conspired for you as well as against you. That someone is you yourself. Well you are the director actor and the producers. The characters which I am talking about here are the various people around you somehow trying to make this play a flop or a hit. It all depends how you place these characters in every frame of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let’s create the plot of the play here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme is Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters: You, the Angels, the Villains, the Disasters, the others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me try to dissect one of them everyday in this blog as to who are these characters and dissect them in bits and pieces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-5570513338692413096?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/5570513338692413096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=5570513338692413096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/5570513338692413096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/5570513338692413096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2010/07/centre-stage.html' title='Centre Stage'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv3qUYf3IPw/TEwEft1A7RI/AAAAAAAADQE/guphuiqu490/s72-c/DSC00254+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-3352305559244025331</id><published>2009-01-25T12:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-25T14:29:56.911+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Original Hell</title><content type='html'>Smile and everlasting smile, a smile can bring you near to me..... After the lies, the murderer tends to come near me, the same murderer who murdered the other half of the innocence, and it all seems to be happening in the originality.&lt;br /&gt;What is originality and what is the dream, both are inter linked, yesterday a strange dream of originality came across me, where in it was all about death, about what is heaven and hell. The place where I was thrown into was Hell, Hell because heaven was not a place for me, petrified and terrified as I enter Hell, I understand that unlike the other description of the various mythological studies, this is much different.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the daily world, where in you need to do your daily chores; no one is there beside you. You see people around you but then, all are mere machines programmed to do their work. They don’t age, but they are in their life's most ugly stage of looks, the energy only equivalent to what they have been programmed to do , and can eat what they are supposed to eat, anything good and delicious cannot be digested and you just throw up.&lt;br /&gt;As I try to think, think out of the world when I am there, it seems that some force is trying to make me not think and let me concentrate on what I am doing, and as I break the barrier, the energy drains of my body and I fall to the ground, just like a pulp , only my mind thinking, and the thought of my disparity seems to be lingering , and there suddenly are dead people, working all over me , my pulpy body making stains with their feet , meaningless thinking and absurd mind.&lt;br /&gt;As I feel them walking over me , I understand that there are some feet , which avoid me, and try to look at me with their innocent and pity looks, and there are others who want to pick me but then with their own thinking themselves turn into the pulp and people start trampling them under their heavy boots.&lt;br /&gt;Heavy boots make me realize that whatever , men women or  children , all are wearing the same type of boots, though different size, making me realize the different impacts they are making on my lifeless but full of thoughts boy . In shot a meaningless body but a meaningful mind. The meaningful thought strays into the world of deaths, where thousands die everyday lakhs are born, the thought of death is fearful, as I think of dying a meaningless death under this stampede of the death ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However as I try to stand after shutting my mind on the thoughts and ambitions, I hear a noise so loud however not so distorted within the audible range where in only I can hear what the noise is all about, I come to this conclusion because rest all seem to be engrossed in their programmable world, and then I go back into the world of dreams all over again and check my watch its 0800 in the morning. Time to dream again into the dream world …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-3352305559244025331?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/3352305559244025331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=3352305559244025331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/3352305559244025331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/3352305559244025331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2009/01/original-hell.html' title='The Original Hell'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-3556620333686942500</id><published>2009-01-24T11:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:53:15.779+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To Lie when You are True</title><content type='html'>Oh life, well, is it big or is it bigger? Ah it sets you so long, you get into every corner, you feel like you are lying while being honest and trying to speak when you are listening to the silence while you are acting deaf and silence dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion is a part of me which I could not just let go however much I tried, maybe it was all because , I am so busy thinking , pleasing and believing in other , that I have lost the dream of mine, maybe this is all a dream ,and the originality has never gone.. I live into the world of love which travels through my heart, I dream of the truth within my self all I see of is the Perfect me. The me who seems to be sleeping back to dreams, with a hope that, this just a fire of that dreams, and can be extinguished by the sea of the f the originality, which unlike the dreams has no horizon, and I am traveller in this sea of endless horizon. As I travel, I suddenly wake up to get into the dream of unreality, the daily usual dream, seeing the same faces all over again and the same routine, a dream which turns into nightmare as the day passes and then I slip again into the world of reality, my world, which I want to be in and I crave for.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wander into those truth of originality in this dream of mine searching for a true me, a perfect me? What I have gained out of it and what have I lost! Suddenly there occur instances which include the dreams of wrong impacting me and then the dream of the best waiting for me...&lt;br /&gt;However there are times in your originality , when you would be so self satisfied that you would not need anyone around makes you more than happy and satisfied, however the same disappears as soon as the thought about the things which went wrong with you comes over to linger you and you slip back to the dream world ....&lt;br /&gt;What and who is the person who comes to you during these thoughts and how that one takes you away from those thoughts is the most important aspect of you life. Because its a simple use and throw, calling that person whenever you want the person to be , and as soon as you slip into originality of the perfectness, you hate that person wanting to kill and let it disappear from your life forever. That person , whom you see every morning as you slip into the world of dream as you stare at that person in the mirror standing in front of you , and feels like your own reflection . A reflection in the mirror which is half, the other half standing in front of that person in the mirror, two halves torn in between the wall of sadism , idiocy and dumbness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three words which makes you the perfect you in your dream world, and the person whom you have just murdered in the original world out of frustration and hatred.......... A Murderer.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-3556620333686942500?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/3556620333686942500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=3556620333686942500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/3556620333686942500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/3556620333686942500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-lie-when-you-are.html' title='To Lie when You are True'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-4548784572202512662</id><published>2008-10-25T11:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:33:09.553+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Encumbered Forever By Desired Ambition.......</title><content type='html'>Is the time running out?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Was 700 bn $ enough?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What is global crisis?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why are we all heading into recession?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why is the stock market falling?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What is shorting?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is another crisis in picture?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Leave apart what is the...... All the other words have a significant impact today! The India stock market has been falling like, water flowing down the Niagra Falls ! Chidambaram is making statement, to help the traders who are flowing down the falls and the US is wisely trying to benefit from the Water of the fall, but alas all in Vain! Will the market be able to flow in the other direction! Has the market seen enough?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Watch out this space as i try to dissect the problems and the questions in my own way! As I try to explain what is the market all about and how the stock price governance is happening today!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-4548784572202512662?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/4548784572202512662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=4548784572202512662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/4548784572202512662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/4548784572202512662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2008/10/encumbered-forever-by-desired-ambition.html' title='Encumbered Forever By Desired Ambition.......'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-6265684018890142597</id><published>2008-05-31T19:52:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-31T20:10:57.540+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An illicit Affair</title><content type='html'>Just want to say sorry to everyone out here, whom I have loved and never shared this relationship of mine :(. Sorry once again. All I wanted to write about this relation of mine, I could not help it and today I make it public !!! Here is the song for her initially&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I just got dumped&lt;br /&gt;I just got dumped&lt;br /&gt;Dissed, Dismissed&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the hell it is&lt;br /&gt;I just got dumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;It was kinda out blue&lt;br /&gt; It was kinda not true&lt;br /&gt; At the time at least&lt;br /&gt; Cuz I was to high to believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I fell in love with ,where half of my college was in love, the name started of with M and ended with A, ah so beautiful, I knew my life would be so rosy after I get her.&lt;br /&gt;Well if i get it, pyaar to milega saath mein dahej life time ka . Wow I was so happy.&lt;br /&gt;My whole funda of life was that never spend a single amount on your love, but for this newly found love in my college, I started spending, dates every Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I was meeting with her every day, everywhere, classes college library, then on the table and bed in the night, I was falling in madly for her.There were times when I dated in the bathrooms too ;-).&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I decided to give up my old love, there were times when I ditched my friends. Bunked classes, gave up drinking what all I did not do. Even cut myself to see how much I bleed. Met with accidents to meet up with the dates. Travel 100 miles every Sunday just to have a date with her. There were times when I started meeting people because of this affair, but then I was hating them too, because I came to know , that they were too after her.Ah God how much I hated them ! My affair was never so smooth, and I knew there were some sort of ditches involved.But then I was one who did not believe in the word Destiny, because I had always made my destiny. And this was the time when I really understood that I. This is the reason that I still love her.Well let me go further.I was so happy and frustrated in this relation of mine. I knew the time is coming, my college is coming to an end and I have to answer now to my parents and everybody , as to whats this new relation and where it is taking me !!&lt;br /&gt;Then ultimately in July,3 months of a very good affair  I get to know that marriage is on the cards.The marriage dates not finalized and engagement dates also not, but went ahead and registered in the court in November, and they told me they would scrutinize everything and then I would get to know whether everyone agrees or not in January.&lt;br /&gt;Come January and the whole world comes crashing ..&lt;br /&gt;sob sob I try to fix a date every year , thinking that My love would come to me one day, not till now !! &lt;img smilieid="165" src="http://www.pagalguy.com/forum/images/smilies/new_smilie_colors1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops and here is the name MBA .......... sob sob . Ayega Ayega ........oops .. Ayegi Ayegi....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-6265684018890142597?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6265684018890142597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=6265684018890142597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/6265684018890142597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/6265684018890142597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2008/05/illicit-affair.html' title='An illicit Affair'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-4049298051522057258</id><published>2008-05-29T03:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-29T03:04:18.667+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A huge 12 Runs!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;June 2098: India v/s Australia (World Cup Live Commentary&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Ah, amazing shot , he hits the&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ball hard and the fielder catches the ball just short of the boundary line, and the umpire is consulting the 3rd Umpire, and the player stats :&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Name: Abc Xyz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Country: India&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Category: Reserved&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Distance From Boundary: 5 Meters &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Percentage Difference: 21 % &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And its 12 runs.. India wins the world cup. "&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;December 2099, Australia asks the ICC committee to review the decision.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;January 2100, the decision is favoured in Australia, and Australia wins the world cup.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is not an imaginary story but a truth, which would be visible because of two reasons, globalization and the India role in it and the quota reservation in India. What we need to understand here is that we are compromising two things in this case of quota, the first thing is the nation's growth and the second thing is the prestige of the country which is inflating in the bubble of the term globalization, the country where the people are dying, dying not because of a natural calamity but because of hunger and corruption. Well now here there are two different aspects hunger and corruption. Now a question which would definitely come to your mind is that how hunger and corruption are connected to the quota system.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let me give an example here , our prestigious institutions no mention of the same, has a stiff competition starting from undergraduate students fighting to the post graduate students, now they might increase the fees thinking that the so called quota would prevent the underprivileged from coming to their colleges. and indeed what happens is that, with the hunger to get into those colleges, there is an increase for the want of money to pay the fees, where in corruption increases, and the other part hunger, because the so called people and their children who are aspiring to get in here, fail, because its not that they are not worth it, but what they observe is that the same students under the quota system who are able to pay their fees get into it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Now how does this effect the concept of India progressing and the term globalization, lets say an institute says that we have 37.5 % reserved for the reserved category now remaining 62.5%, what happen to them, 33.33 percent of them go out of the country so for the country India to progress remaining is 66.67 percent of the 62.5 %, that means that less than 50% of the class strength of the prestigious institution is helping the country to progress. Think!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am not against the quota system, but I am against the good being deprived because of the worse who are trying to minimize the possibility of the real deserving coming to the top. The other part here, is that why is this happening in the country India! I remember that when I was a child I used to study that x% of the Indian agriculture depends on rains and today after 2 decades I find that (x-2) % depends, does that mean that we are not doing anything. Its not about we are not doing, its about we are not trying, what would you say if you get the best without doing any hard work, you know you are not intelligent, you know that you have not worked hard, but then because of this privileged quota you get the best and then you somehow manage to pass, and then you are feel that even though you have failed, you have successfully failed !!! That’s what India's economy is going to be all about SUCCESSFULLY FAILED !!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To be continued...........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-4049298051522057258?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/4049298051522057258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=4049298051522057258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/4049298051522057258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/4049298051522057258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2008/05/huge-12-runs.html' title='A huge 12 Runs!!'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-2562477545152351848</id><published>2008-04-16T03:29:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-16T03:43:50.191+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Working of a Dishwasher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kv3qUYf3IPw/SAUoZ1MCj4I/AAAAAAAACMg/9P-Fb80jT4k/s1600-h/small_9_26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kv3qUYf3IPw/SAUoZ1MCj4I/AAAAAAAACMg/9P-Fb80jT4k/s320/small_9_26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189598569853783938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken From: http://aaa-applianceparts.com/dishwasher.htm  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="Dishwasher" style="'width:150pt;height:141pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\Users\Joy\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtml1\04\clip_image001.jpg" href="http://www.repairclinic.com/Images/DAI/small_9_26.jpg"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All dishshwashers work in pretty much the same way. To understand how they work, let's look at these three areas:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;The      motor and pump system &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;The      controls, switches, valves, and solenoids&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;The      interior&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;The motor and pump system&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your dishwasher has at least one motor. It is attached to a pump, which forces the water up into the sprayer arms. During the drain cycle, it also pushes the water out of the dishwasher…down the drain. A few European dishwashers use two separate motors, one for spraying and one for draining. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The motor is behind an access panel beneath the dishwasher. Some models have reversible motors, others don't. We will also discuss two older types that are not used in the newer dishwashers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;•&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;If the motor is reversible, it is mounted vertically right in the center bottom of the dishwasher with the motor shaft pointed up. The pump is mounted atop the motor, then attached to the underside of the dishwasher. When the motor runs one way, the dishwasher pumps water up to the spray arms; when it runs the other way, it drains the water.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;•&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;If the motor rotates in a single direction, it is mounted horizontally, with the motor shaft pointed sideways, near the center bottom of the dishwasher. The pump is mounted to the end of the motor. The top of the pump is then mounted to the underside of the dishwasher. When the motor runs, it pumps water to the spray arms. To pump water to the drain, a mechanical arm integrated with the pump and motor activates, which diverts the water to the drain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;•&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;Two other, older systems are becoming "extinct," in that they are no longer made. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;One      is a belt-driven system. Its motor is near the front right corner of the      dishwasher. The pump is mounted to the underside of the dishwasher at the      center, and a tube-shaped belt connects the motor and pump. The motor is      reversible: when the motor runs one way, the unit pumps water to the spray      arms. When it runs the other way, the motor drives the pump to push the      water out to the drain. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;The      other system's motor rotates in only one direction. It's mounted      vertically, right in the center bottom of the dishwasher, with the shaft      of the motor pointed up, with the pump mounted atop the motor. The pump is      then attached to the underside of the dishwasher. When the motor runs, it      pumps water to the spray arms. To pump water out to the drain, a valve,      completely separate from the pump and motor is activated. It diverts the      water to the drain. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;The controls, switches, valves, and solenoids&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A dishwasher has at least three, but often six or more controls, switches, valves and solenoids. We will discuss these:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Timer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Selector      switch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Water      inlet valve&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Float      switch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Soap      dispenser&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Rinse      aid dispenser&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Drain      solenoid&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Thermostat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Soil      sensors&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Door      switch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Drying      fan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Heating      element&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Timer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dishwashers have a timer behind the main control panel at the front top of the dishwasher, or behind the lower access panel. It is either a mechanical device like a simple clock, or it's completely electronic with just a digital readout. The timer runs the dishwasher in a pre-determined pattern. It provides the electricity to all of the dishwasher components at the correct time, for the correct length of time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Selector switch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A dishwasher usually has one or more selector switches on the main control panel at the top front of the door. The switch(es) allow you to choose among wash cycles, drying cycles (heat or no heat), temperature of the wash or rinse, and so on. The switches tell the timer which cycle options to engage.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Water-inlet valve&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the bottom left or right of the dishwasher, there's a water-inlet valve behind the access panel. This valve lets water flow into the dishwasher for the wash cycle. It is usually attached to the hot-water supply line, and to a tube that is then attached to the left or right side of the dishwasher. When the timer sends electricity to the valve, it opens and lets water into the dishwasher. The valve stops when the water level trips the float switch or when the timer stops sending electricity to the valve.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Float switch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dishwashers have something meant to keep them from overfilling. This is usually a small switch attached to a float--a float switch. The float, which is usually cylindrical, is inside the dishwasher at the bottom, usually on the left side. As the water level in the dishwasher rises, the float rises too. When it reaches a certain height, the float activates its switch, which cuts the electricity to the water inlet valve. If the water-inlet valve is defective, the dishwasher may overfill. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Soap dispenser&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dishwashers have a soap dispenser located on the inside of the door. When the timer cycle calls for the soap to be emptied into the dishwasher, it either sends electricity to a bi-metal switch that opens it, or it mechanically opens the soap dish.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Rinse aid dispenser&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some dishwashers have a rinse-aid dispenser on the inside of the door. When the timer cycle calls for the rinse aid to be emptied into the dishwasher, it sends electricity to a solenoid switch, which opens the dispenser and measures rinse aid into the dishwasher.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Drain solenoid&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Beneath some dishwashers, there's a timer-activated drain solenoid (an electro-magnetic coil) that opens a drain valve, to drain the wash water through a hose and out to the house's plumbing waste system. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Thermostat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dishwashers have one or more small, cylindrical thermostats. These are a bit larger in diameter than a dime and have two or more wires attached to them. They protect the dishwasher, dishes, and humans by turning off the heating element that heats the water or the air in the dishwasher when it has reached its pre-set temperature. The thermostat automatically re-sets when the temperature falls to a lower level.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Soil sensors&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Many of the more-recent dishwashers use multi-component soil sensors, which continually monitor the wash water during the wash cycle. These sensors help the dishwasher to wash for the amount of time that is appropriate for how dirty the dishes are, rather than for a pre-set period. When the water becomes clear enough, the sensor signals the timer to continue with the next cycle. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Door switch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dishwashers have a door (or door interlock) switch that--if properly functioning--shuts off the dishwasher when the door is open. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Drying fan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some dishwashers use a small fan to blow air (or heated air) into the dishwasher to dry the dishes faster. If your machine has a drying fan, it's beneath the dishwasher, usually in the back right corner. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Heating element&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dishwashers have at least one heating element--which is often a circular black tube at the bottom of the dishwasher under the lower spray arm. The element usually assists in heating the wash and rinse water to the proper temperature and/or assists in drying the dishes. Some dishwashers have another heating element integrated with the drying fan, to warm the air blown into the dishwasher to dry the dishes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;The interior&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The interior of a dishwasher is where the dishes go. It contains the dish racks, the spray arms, and/or the tower that sprays water at the dishes, the upper part of the pump assembly, and the water filter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-2562477545152351848?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/2562477545152351848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=2562477545152351848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/2562477545152351848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/2562477545152351848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-dishwashers-work-in-pretty-much.html' title='Working of a Dishwasher'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kv3qUYf3IPw/SAUoZ1MCj4I/AAAAAAAACMg/9P-Fb80jT4k/s72-c/small_9_26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-6941092284036744974</id><published>2008-04-16T00:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:35:10.337+05:30</updated><title type='text'>As I ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;sit here on this cozy sofa and look outside at the quacking of the sea gulls, I realize how far have they traveled, have they come from the North Sea or have the come from the Atlantic Ocean ? Where have they been all through out the day, and have their thoughts wondered as to where are they and should be? Why are they here? Well then suddenly I realize that if they would have thought so much then are these creatures intelligent? Well they are defying gravity and flying and thinking, we walk, we don't defy gravity and we think, can we think like them? Well maybe they don't think, that is why the have to always search for their food and they eat whatever they want! That’s what we are powerful in! THINKING!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whenever I get up in the morning, the first thing I think of is that I have to put my right foot down (well I am too orthodox at times) , well is it orthodox, no its all about what I think is recalling certain things, just to see that certain things which I have carried forward are not forgotten ! Well this also include my dreams, this gives me an indication , that I have not yet forgotten the Dreams, the Dreams to Fly High and think , and think to be the one what I have always wanted to be. The dreams here are not always well defined, they are dreams, because they have not been either fulfilled or there is something which is preventing us from making them a reality. What can it be? It can be anything starting form failures to disappointments to lack of focus. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Failure is something which I have learned from my life and hence the small places where I get success I tend to be very happy and I enjoy and celebrate it. But then I hate sharing my success, that’s a fact, the whole world must be knowing about it, but then the one most important part of it always becomes a secret and I think that during the time of failure its very important to always use that secret not as a weapon but as a Diamond, which when rubbed, though would shine but would cut away the failure! That’s my way of succeeding in life! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then why do I fail! Wish I could answer this question! However, there is an important part of life and that is what I need to understand is that about being focussed! Well, for me my Physics was always weak , but optics always strong, hence I dont seem to understand that why I have not been able to take out the focal length, might be that it had all to do with the temperature! Temperature? Well the temperature here is the state of mind, where in there are so many things going into your mind, all the cells causing heat due to abrasion and where in I cannot think right! Ah! what a stupid concept to come up with , well it might be a stupid concept , but then why do people say "keep your cool", well no theory as such to be defined here, but then its all about thinking what you would like to do in your life, when you are tension free, and let that be an extinguisher when you see that your mind is on fire, that’s because you know you have set your focal point right, and you know what you want to do in your life! Well there was part of me, where in I was all confused and lost! But then this time I know what I have to be! It’s not a calculated risk but a certainty of occurrence and what I need to understand is that I can do it! So grab a coffee and think what you have to so and you cool yourself and believe me it will help.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-6941092284036744974?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6941092284036744974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=6941092284036744974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/6941092284036744974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/6941092284036744974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2008/04/as-i.html' title='As I ....'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-6086654228505522566</id><published>2008-02-12T18:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:16:51.578+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The 'I'</title><content type='html'>Again ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About I!! What is I, well to start of with defining I, some people normally tend to tell me that 'I' have a borrowed identity. Well if they say that 'I' have a borrowed identity, I feel that they don't know the meaning of Identity here.&lt;br /&gt;Lets have a small quote from my favorite novel The FountainHead, people reading my blog here would have either read it or not read it, 90 % of the people who have read it would believe in Howard Roark, without even understanding what the character portrayed, well and the other part of it, the person who might be reading it would say or think that I am in that 10% who understands him, never realizing that he might be even in the other 90%. Ah , this get a little confusing, so lets continue on the quote from page number 657 (I Remember it ;-) )&lt;br /&gt;"But the mind is an attribute of the individual. There is no such thing as a collective brain. There is no such thing as a collective thought. An agreement reached by a group of men is only a compromise or an average drawn upon many individual thoughts. It is a secondary consequence. The primary act--the process of reason--must be performed by each man alone. We can divide a meal among many&lt;br /&gt;men. We cannot digest it in a collective stomach. No man can use his lungs to breathe for another man. No man can use his brain to think for another. All the functions of body and spirit are private. They cannot be shared or transferred."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to talk about that I now, lets understand, what does life gets to you and how many decision needs to be taken by you or the other person in front of you. So tell me have you ever asked for a suggestion or you have asked for a view? How influenced have you been in that view. What I am asking here is to stop taking views or suggestions! Why am I saying this? Take this suggestion from your Best Enemy! Should I Breathe? Will you listen to his suggestion? No! You would not! That is what the explanations come to about the whole thing. You cannot live for someone, you need to have a proper definition of the 'I', that I which should be sufficient to define you and shape you. The ‘I’ who will define your Identity, Image, Impression everything related to you.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am in the way of defining that I and then understanding that, the ‘I’, if would have defined earlier, many mistakes would have been prevented avoided and this place for me would have been a heaven. But, now when I am trying to define this 'I', I am going through the Hell, where in everything was so monotonous and I was so used to the things, that I could not understand that I was living I the hell, now as 'The hell has started to Freeze Over', the stairway to the heaven seems to be all visible and defined. The confused unfocused state seems to be disappearing fast.&lt;br /&gt;That’s the Beginning of a New Me!&lt;br /&gt;More to be Written .............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-6086654228505522566?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6086654228505522566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=6086654228505522566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/6086654228505522566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/6086654228505522566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2008/02/i.html' title='The &apos;I&apos;'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-7204220986388369544</id><published>2008-02-08T10:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-08T11:04:25.848+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This Little Part of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This Little Part of My Life&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This Little Part of my life is called ... Frustration overcome.. Happiness........ Well it all seemed to me that I was fighting for something! To be honest, it was all frustrating to be rejected for no good damn reason! When they said that I have the basic knowledge I was frustrated!! When the said that I am not intelligent I was frustrated ! When the said that I was average student I was frustrated ! But when they said I was good I was okay ! And when they said that I had the potential and I have proved myself , then this little part of me is called Happiness !! This was the first time in my life (life lived till now), that I fought back for what I have become and deserved! Maybe that’s what I am, always treated as an underdog, I knew that this moment would be there, where in I have to survive and prove that I am the fittest of all, and am ready for all the hard comings and whatever. It all felt so good after being invited all again, after gruel some, 4-5 rounds, everything seem to fall in place and I was there as a winner. Just tonight I have to work on something which is my last go and after that everything would be normal. Maybe I have to work these whole days as something which might be very gruesome and tough to handle! But then I know that I can do it and this is my last step towards all together a new beginning of my life! I have a maximum of 8 hours to prove that what I can do is something too good and worthy. Within these 8 hours I have to build a system, a system which is stable enough and sufficient to give me that edge over all the things! A database a program and everything!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It was such long time that I was trying to kill the pain! But, then today I have to let it go ! Wish somebody was there just to rest my head, and ease all the pain. There are people who would never understand what you want in your life, it’s not easy to heal or mend, but then there are times when you can emerge from the wounds to heal a apart of yourself, where in it would become invincible if somebody tries to refrain you from reaching those pinnacles of success. There are times when you may want to have favors etc, but then that’s not the end, sometimes they need you and you need them, that’s a bit of Altruism. When all the fear inside you resides, that’s when the best of you comes out! You know that there are something which love you, its not the people who are around you, it is that materialistic feeling which does not exist, or even though it exists it, comes out when you get what you want, you get when you need it! I am so happy about things happening my way, its the same feeling that is repeating, it was like whenever I used to get good marks in my school days and college days, it was not about showing it to the people around you, but it was about a beginning of a new dream about all the good things that you could become in your life!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well that feeling is once again and maybe that is the reason why I am trying to explain here that, this time it’s not for the people but for me myself and I.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ah! I! 'I' is that part of me which I have never been able to define to a good extent, its so confusing! What is I a small alphabet in the English dictionary which after 'A', is the last alphabet that can be used as a word. Well no!! I believe I is not an alphabet, but something which can describe a whole sentence, a paragraph or maybe a book! Yes it can! Knowing that 'I' of you is one of the most difficult and the challenging task! How many of we can define that I , maybe none ! Even Hitler couldn’t other wise he would have been able to conquer the world! What about the great leader Gandhi, no not him! Why? Maybe that I, within him wanted to get India independence fast, and something which lacked prevented him to strive that perfection (Nevertheless India got its Independence because of him, and he is considered as one of the greatest leaders of the century)…. To be Continued…..Lots to write about that I .......... Till then the perfect song........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Risin' up, back on the street&lt;br /&gt;Did my time, took my chances&lt;br /&gt;Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet&lt;br /&gt;Just a man and his will to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times, it happens too fast&lt;br /&gt;You change your passion for glory&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past&lt;br /&gt;You must fight just to keep them alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight&lt;br /&gt;Risin' up to the challenge of our rival&lt;br /&gt;And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night&lt;br /&gt;And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face to face, out in the heat&lt;br /&gt;Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry&lt;br /&gt;They stack the odds 'til we take to the street&lt;br /&gt;For we kill with the skill to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-7204220986388369544?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7204220986388369544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=7204220986388369544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/7204220986388369544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/7204220986388369544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-little-part-of-my-life.html' title='This Little Part of My Life'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-7748220332897964838</id><published>2007-09-11T16:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-11T16:57:09.451+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Week</title><content type='html'>This is my first review of fashion. I was too flabbergasted by the Wills Fashion Week which just got over a couple of days ago. Indian fashion ramp has been always prized with great collections from the celebrity fashion designers like Rohit Bal, Tarun Tahiliani Payal Jain.models like Carol Gracias, Anchal Kumar and bollywood celebrities like Shilpa Shetty and Lara Dutta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fashion week this year emphasized more on the dresses, which were elegant. Elegancy I call here is, what if you compare the same with the recently worn dresses by some of the most controversial Indian Bollywood actresses (not to hurt their feelings). After the deep cleavage visible dresses and etc, the fashion week revealed that the fashion statement does not define and depends on the percentage of body revealed, but depends more on the elegancy and creativity, which are presented. Whether you call this a shift of Indian mentality or the term globalization effecting fashion in India, this definitely calls to show the western fashion designers that we are here to survive and stay. &lt;br /&gt;Dresses and design this time featured not only the not wearable dresses but on the dresses, which though were simple but were also creative and which can be easily used on the daily basis. Feature of this year fashion week included many accessories which were based on the motif of not only fashion but also elegancy and a statement within itself. Flowers sprinkling the carry-all bags and the furls in the frocks and the skirts, presented a fusion of the yesteryears with the future. &lt;br /&gt;The show was flagged of with the designs from Rajesh Pratap which marked the elegancy and the theme of this year's Will Fashion Week. Mixture of the Ghaghra Cholis with the kolhapuri by Anjana Bhargav definitely added the Indian touch to the fashion week. Ranna Gill summer-spring swim wear brought you closer to the Hawaiian beach, with its Latino American designs. The mixture of colors made you imagine, sitting next to Cuba beach surrounded by celebrities all ready to show off their designs. The designs were truly a head turner. Rohit Bal's collection preceded the curtain down for the show. &lt;br /&gt;This year Fashion week had more than 40 designers, who showcased their collection for the spring 2008. The event was inaugurated first in the year 2000, and unlike the monotonous starred hotel venue, the show was held at a sprawling venue with ample of space even for the buyers lounge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-7748220332897964838?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7748220332897964838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=7748220332897964838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/7748220332897964838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/7748220332897964838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2007/09/fashion-week.html' title='Fashion Week'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-6531147458529122271</id><published>2007-09-07T02:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-07T02:38:26.521+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It Exists !!</title><content type='html'>Hello!!!&lt;br /&gt;Still feels like the best times together, where are the days? I remember everything! I remember you! WE laughed until we cried! We stood there, sometimes our conversation lost! We tried to reach beyond emptiness, and we were there, there was never anything known as emptiness! Id rather pick up a rock, a stick full of thorns Rear back and let them fly, cause those sticks wouldn’t cut, stones hurt as much , As the sound of our goodbye ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are feeling lonely, don't let yourself go down, remember you are the best. There are times when you would be low, but then its not you it’s your feelings which are low and you are ought to give away the feelings every time and prove the world that you are the best. You maybe lonely out there in the cold and you may seem smiles to fade away, but then don’t help them to de-motivate, be a fighter.&lt;br /&gt;Call up! Someone is there! Maybe somebody can help you! Is that what you are thinking! You don’t need anyone to help you! You are there for yourself!! You are there to survive! There is nothing better than you! Life is there to take you curtail you in itself, don’t let it go; don’t let the worms eat your brain! Never say there is no hope! There is nothing known as hope, it is you who is yourself! It's nothing like "If you were" Its always 'you are’!!&lt;br /&gt;There are times when you would have cried, but then always remember that always hold your head, because you are there to rule the world. People will come and go what will always be there is you! What you have done, well or bad! It remains! Hold on just don't loose your grip! Opportunities knock your door only once you cannot let the chances go! You are to survive! We’ve all been sorry, we’ve all been hurt but how we survive, is what makes us who we are!! You gotta say what's in your mind Something about yourself May not seem right sometimes, Life keeps getting in the way, Whenever you try, somehow the plan is always rearranged, It’s so hard to say, But you've gotta do what's best for you, You’ll be ok..You've go to move on and be who you are, you just don't belong here, hope you understand, You may find our place in this world someday&lt;br /&gt;But at least for now You gotta go this way, You Don't wanna leave it all behind, You have to get your hopes up!! You are the Best!!!&lt;br /&gt;Will end by this!!&lt;br /&gt;Smile though your heart is aching&lt;br /&gt;Smile even though its breaking&lt;br /&gt;When there are clouds in the sky, youll get by&lt;br /&gt;If you smile through your fear and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Smile and maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Youll see the sun come shining through for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up your face with gladness&lt;br /&gt;Hide every trace of sadness&lt;br /&gt;Although a tear may be ever so near&lt;br /&gt;Thats the time you must keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Smile, whats the use of crying?&lt;br /&gt;Youll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;If you just smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the time you must keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Smile, whats the use of crying?&lt;br /&gt;Youll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;If you just smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-6531147458529122271?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6531147458529122271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=6531147458529122271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/6531147458529122271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/6531147458529122271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-exists.html' title='It Exists !!'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-5125247681260500527</id><published>2007-08-13T00:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-13T00:25:04.650+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stick Out</title><content type='html'>Hockey is the National Game of India!! Shahrukh Khan is one of the most popular actors in India. What happens when both are combined or mixed together ? Is it like sugar in sugarcane juice. &lt;br /&gt;Well ChakDe is a movie which can be called a sugarcane juice with sugar in it. &lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what critics would like to say about the movie but then, it is a perfect or a near to perfect made movie with no flaws, and even though they exist, they cannot be pointed out. &lt;br /&gt;Something which seldom happen in the Indian cinema, this movie neither has  the unnecessary affair prodigy nor does it have songs, where in the actor and actress normally tend to establish themselves as complete fools in the foreign nation. The best part of the movie is that it makes you shift uncomfortably in your seat, which is caused due to anxiety and anxiousness of what is going to happen next, even though you know the result right before the movie started.Although critics have rated this as the best movie of SRK,I would not rate it that way. But then it was definitely at par with his best movie. A striking feature is that you see a much fit SRK. &lt;br /&gt;The plot of the movie revolves not around a bunch of related romantic actors and actresses, but around a group of people who, even though have been portrayed in small roles,they are important parts of every flick in the film. The movie is about a player in hockey who has been declared as a traitor because, he was as per the good ol' Indian Media the culprit  behind the loss in the world championship,which was held between the arch rivals Pakistan. &lt;br /&gt;However after a span of 7 years he is set to return!!  This time he is there to coach the Indian Women Team, who he believes can win the world cup. The movie tries to show the real hardship and the bitter truth of the National Game which is not so popular.&lt;br /&gt;All the characters portray and show all emotions whether helpless or happy, which definitely wince your eyes at times in the movie. &lt;br /&gt;Even though the movie tries to portray a sense of patriotism, by crossing some barriers, but then overall its worth a big applause not only for King Khan but to everyone who have been related to the film.&lt;br /&gt;I would rate it as a Must Watch!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-5125247681260500527?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/5125247681260500527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=5125247681260500527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/5125247681260500527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/5125247681260500527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2007/08/stick-out.html' title='Stick Out'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-9214997552096026153</id><published>2007-07-30T08:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-30T08:36:44.370+05:30</updated><title type='text'>GMAT Saga on a roll</title><content type='html'>Well long time I have been out of this, with no excuses, whatever, well I think that the next 31 days would be a saga about my quest for GMAT. I think that the next 25 days would be the same amount or more torture than what Mr. Haneef must have gone through in the Australian prison. Well I think that this may be my last shot and I don’t want to loose it. Well time has come to do something Stupid as stupid can be, but with a box of chocolates. With my friend coming from South Africa today, her is supposed to get me a bottle, which I want to open as a part of don’t know what.&lt;br /&gt;So the quest starts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-9214997552096026153?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/9214997552096026153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=9214997552096026153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/9214997552096026153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/9214997552096026153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2007/07/gmat-saga-on-roll.html' title='GMAT Saga on a roll'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-5057718702282285654</id><published>2007-07-06T12:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:41:40.238+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Fastest</title><content type='html'>After loads of 'Google, I completed 'The Afghan, a novel by Frederick Forsyth, that made me realize that for the past 3 months I have been wasting nothing, but my time on train traveling and not reading any books, which has been my hobby since a decade.&lt;br /&gt;Well coming to The Afghan, did a lot of search on net which made me understand what Al-Qaeda is and the threat it poses to the world. Well a beautiful monotonous written novel which makes you so indulged, that you want to know what will happen next. The novel tries to bring into you hardships which are faced by both sides, where in, I would love to call the US and UK, allies and Al-Qaeda, AQ.The description by Frederick really sounds chilling though it maybe not true, or even harder than what has been described. The story evolves round an AQ person in capture, named Izamat Khan , and the dummy which the allies send into AQ,once they come to know about a mass destruction project ,which is about to be undertaken by AQ.The spy is by the name Colonel Martin whose role is very well described. The novel is written in a monotonous pattern, in which the author tries to describe the history of the recruits. Overall I would rate the novel with a rating of 3/5.&lt;br /&gt;The novel, though not my best, gave me a ‘blop back into reading and also helped me to build back my confidence and concentration. Just finished the book in 5 hours which was not that bad huh!! Hope to start with 'Galileo’s Daughter' which was bought by me nearly 5 months back. Plan to finish that soon too. However, have understood something that, my affection for reading still exists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-5057718702282285654?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/5057718702282285654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=5057718702282285654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/5057718702282285654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/5057718702282285654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-fastest.html' title='My Fastest'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-9054566233703633951</id><published>2007-06-20T03:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-20T03:14:20.663+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mollify</title><content type='html'>Tonight!! Well this is the first poem I am going to write for my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in this world untouched&lt;br /&gt;A morose within me morbid in the head&lt;br /&gt;What is this ?&lt;br /&gt;A Promise unkept ?&lt;br /&gt;The boorish attitude breaking again&lt;br /&gt;Heading up to my head, a conscious regained&lt;br /&gt;I try to demur against this move of his&lt;br /&gt;But thats what i was starting to miss&lt;br /&gt;The enzyme within enthralls the ennui surrounding&lt;br /&gt;Indistinct voices incite the encumbering&lt;br /&gt;What i limn is a portrait of  hunger&lt;br /&gt;Manacle required for the massacre&lt;br /&gt;An odor too noxious filling the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;Renaissance is something what i Fear&lt;br /&gt;Into the darkness is what I near !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-9054566233703633951?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/9054566233703633951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=9054566233703633951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/9054566233703633951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/9054566233703633951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2007/06/mollify.html' title='Mollify'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-4942213552046536103</id><published>2007-06-20T01:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-20T01:53:38.425+05:30</updated><title type='text'>GraveYard Shift: Unknowingly Malevolence</title><content type='html'>""The graveyard shift or "grave shift" is a popular name for the "third shift" covering the early morning hours such as &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="23"&gt;11 p.m. to 7 a.m.&lt;/st1:time&gt; or &lt;st1:time minute="36" hour="7"&gt;midnight to 8 a.m.&lt;/st1:time&gt; According to Evan Morris, "Most authorities agree that the 'graveyard shift' took its name from the spookiness of working the 'ghostly' hours after &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="0"&gt;midnight&lt;/st1:time&gt;, perhaps in a nearly deserted factory with only a 'skeletal' crew on duty." "" -http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shift_work&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;That was the shift I had finished after continuing with the morning shift making it a really 16 hours job straight away. I was on my way to home, some 25 miles away from my workplace, and , amazingly after sleeping in the local (In Mumbai you have EMU (electric multiple units) running from the main city to the suburbs), everything seemed to be still ashen around me. Suddenly when we were crossing the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Thane&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Creek&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Bridge&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; on the way, the benign climate suddenly became really bad with a gust wind and the sea looking really wild. That was the day which I was hoping to see!The wild sea which always had fascinated me, but then suddenly a gash of wind knocked my bag which I was always chary, off the train going at a little less than some 60 miles an hour. All I had to say was Aaah!! Reaching the station I was determined to go all the way down through the busy railway tracks to find my bag just lost by me, clamoring around that I was at fault. First I was hesitant to even go there, but then the thought of my chemistry lab attitude of "Everything is Empirical" was enough to help me carry on. The tracks now with hard rain coming in (sufficient enough for me to curse the Gods) were no doubt encumbrance, and that amalgamated with my so called fear, was sufficient enough to prevent me going any further. The lashing sound of the waves and the thundering and rattling sound of the EMU, every 5 minutes was embarking in my a fulmination to continue any further, when this idyll and illicit journey was suddenly came to an end when I saw too guys carrying my bag. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The way back did not seem to be as distressful because I had company, a company of two guys who were scared enough that they would be caught by the so called guards because what we were doing was against the laws.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Though what I had done would be sounding mettlesome to few who know what I have tried doing, but then the experience was perilous and could obviously be pernicious. But now I have an attitude which is very sagacious. But then &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a piece of advice "being stolid helps you to unearth efficacy"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-4942213552046536103?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/4942213552046536103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=4942213552046536103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/4942213552046536103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/4942213552046536103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2007/06/graveyard-shift-unknowingly-malevolence.html' title='GraveYard Shift: Unknowingly Malevolence'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-3932228694502892341</id><published>2007-06-20T00:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-20T01:01:03.229+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What an Ideology to Follow Part 2</title><content type='html'>""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""&lt;br /&gt;Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;&lt;br /&gt;None but ourselves can free our minds.&lt;br /&gt;Have no fear for atomic energy,&lt;br /&gt;cause none of them can stop the time.&lt;br /&gt;How long shall they kill our prophets,&lt;br /&gt;While we stand aside and look? ooh!&lt;br /&gt;Some say its just a part of it:&lt;br /&gt;Weve got to fulfil de book.&lt;br /&gt;""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""&lt;br /&gt;Too late,my time has come,&lt;br /&gt;Sends shivers down my spine-&lt;br /&gt;Bodys aching all the time,&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye everybody-Ive got to go-&lt;br /&gt;Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-&lt;br /&gt;Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to die,&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wish Id never been born at all-&lt;br /&gt;"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well coming back again to these songs. First one is by Bob Marley and known widely as one of the most religious song - redemption song, and the other as we know it from Queen. These songs are not just a part of the Rock World or Jazz or Rap, these are the songs which people have followed. Have you heard "What a wonderful world" by Louis Armstrong, well if you have not heard of that just grab the link below and hear it&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnRqYMTpXHc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is really worth listening!! What I am trying to convey here is that there are and were people in this world who have thought of a beautiful world to live in. Not a world destroyed by the rotten thoughts of the greatest leaders of the world dead or alive. What is required is the understanding of one self, to stop being an Altruist, to understand that the world is for you to live.&lt;br /&gt;To be Continued.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-3932228694502892341?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/3932228694502892341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=3932228694502892341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/3932228694502892341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/3932228694502892341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-ideology-to-follow-part-2.html' title='What an Ideology to Follow Part 2'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-5297946547681204160</id><published>2007-06-14T22:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-29T01:27:47.659+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What an Ideology to Follow!!!</title><content type='html'>=================================&lt;br /&gt;I thought I heard a baby cry this morning,&lt;br /&gt;I thought I heard a baby cry this today.&lt;br /&gt;You didnt hear no baby cry this morning,&lt;br /&gt;You didnt hear no baby cry today.&lt;br /&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;Oooooo pa, (let me go, let me go, let me go.)&lt;br /&gt;Oooooo ma, (take me home, take me home, take me home.)&lt;br /&gt;There must be some mistake,&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to let them take,&lt;br /&gt;Away my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Am I too old?&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late?&lt;br /&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;What a coincidence people here would have definitely understood here the two lyrics. Differentiated between them and understood what I am trying to compare here.&lt;br /&gt;A fan would abhor me on this trying to compare the Grateful Dead and the Pink Floyd here, well there is nothing known as comparison its just about understanding the thinking of few of the people involved here lets say David Gilmourt,Roger Waters and The Grateful  Dead. Well why just two artist of Floyd and all of Grateful Dead. The point here is ignoring any of the band members of Grateful Dead would be an injustice to the member being ignored which is very much unlike Pink Floyd where you can exclude Barret or Mason. Okay somebody does not like Floyd suddenly is it? Oh no! Well I have been a hardcore Floyd fan throughout and have really followed some of their songs, but listening to Grateful Dead and others like that of Bob Dylan, have made me realize people in this world have been never limited to their thoughts but have given themselves time and space to stray into the dreamed of world, where normal people feared to even dream of. Dylan I believe has been a very strong word in the western music (as said by Indians), an artist you would never thought can exist in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-5297946547681204160?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/5297946547681204160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=5297946547681204160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/5297946547681204160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/5297946547681204160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-ideology-to-follow.html' title='What an Ideology to Follow!!!'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-8135950116432800023</id><published>2007-06-08T08:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-08T08:12:00.315+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Countdown</title><content type='html'>Aaah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The countdown starts again, this time it’s for 2 days. One 31st August and the other one yet to be released by the so called autonomous institutes of India, which though autonomous are governed by the best politicians in the world against whom, there are several criminal cases pending yet they don’t even try to blink from committing a second crime, and against whom several homicide murder cases could have been framed but were never done. Well, let’s leave these things apart and let me start off with my dirty politics of my so called life which has to go on now for the next few months which may obviously try to havoc certain parts of my life, where in this could be for a better me tomorrow. The importance of coffee though has been mentioned in my previous blog would definitely try to show a good show. Coming to the next part of it, what is essence of living this life and why is this a countdown which I am referring in my blog, to be honest I have lost touch with few of my skills major being writing and reading and am desperately trying to regain them back, hence decided to write and start of with this blog itself. Few of my friends started even asking me, why have you stopped? Well that’s not the reason to start writing again; it’s that I cannot loose my passion and my hobby, whatever phase of life I am in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Coming Back to the countdown I know obviously this was really an aberration (of what I had been doing previously), but can I say that to be an abnegation?&lt;br /&gt;Oh not at all, it was just that I started finding my self to be curmudgeon.&lt;br /&gt;Well whatever all I can say that I was simply a Dolt!!!&lt;br /&gt;However with the countdown beginning and with me writing this blog 31st August is just round the corner and mid-November (tentatively) is just round the other corner, and since I don’t want again to be dolorous , I have to dislodge from my current activity and hence, need something by which I can give my IT carrier a euthanasia !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-8135950116432800023?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/8135950116432800023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=8135950116432800023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/8135950116432800023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/8135950116432800023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-countdown.html' title='My Countdown'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-6779840758133619609</id><published>2007-04-17T03:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-17T03:16:49.784+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Best friend.........</title><content type='html'>Did I ever have a Best Friend, well what do you mean by a friend. All these terms seems to be very traumatizing to me. Longevities of not meeting making you talk with someone, someone you start needing, to be beside you and understand you the way, where in you want the person to speak before you speak. A way that the person should me amalgamated in you, where in you both become something hard to separate and distinguished. The essence of care and understanding, a love which cannot be defined or understood, a feeling of togetherness where in you know what that person wants and needs before it is conveyed to you. You get frustrated and the person has the solution to that frustration which maybe stupid to the whole world around you. Really hard to find, maybe in dreams, you don’t want to loose due to some required relations, whom you wouldn’t mind introducing to hundreds of people around you and be proud that you are connected to such a person. The ‘someone, who relies and trusts you, the ‘someone whom the whole world may take anything as but ,an understanding of the relation exists, with a personal honor. The personal honor of not yourself, but for the friend of yours. Talk over thousand of minutes, still not wincing to know that you are sleepy and maybe you have slept hundreds of minutes. Discuss the out of topic issue, say an architect’s flaw in designing the building, but still patiently hear you , knowing you are just speaking yourself out, and then hopes that you just shut up , but never says it . Loves you but never expresses it, love though defined, is defined in this relation as the most outrageous thing which can ever happen, and defy all the boundaries and be a friend a friend who would be there for you miss you every moment making you miss the person every moment, make you cry when you know that you don’t want to cry and be too strong in front of the person , to make the friend realize that this is the beginning of a life time of a friendship , which would continue till the end, though the friend may never agree to this, the friend may think you maybe forgotten in this friendship which the friend is cherishing and starts missing every moment. Well that not the end, its there forever there, whatever whoever wherever whenever, a thought preserved, memories integrated care existing, love preservative and us as the Label. Friend is just like this for me, every naughty entertaining highly accepted jovial organized youthful moments spent…………….Take it whatever way you want …………… Friend like This is A Reality for Me………………………&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-6779840758133619609?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6779840758133619609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=6779840758133619609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/6779840758133619609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/6779840758133619609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-best-friend.html' title='My Best friend.........'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-6960993805360768716</id><published>2007-04-09T01:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-10T11:32:15.458+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Satur-Day-Ate</title><content type='html'>Was a day when I felt tantalized by everything around me? First we had a plan which was a real squander of time. Squander of time because, this was one thing which made me really vent something really bad about someone, whom I know and met maybe a cheap number of time, well whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it all started in the beginning of the week, when one of my friends called me and asked about what are the plans of weekend. Starting from Daman and Diu we ended up with making plans for Alibaug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Alibaug is a place close by to Mumbai famous for beaches. Well we quickly made all the arrangements and everything was decided cut clean and clear. Though there were some hiccups in the beginning, all the deadlocks were clear by evening and we were off to hit the roads at 4 am in the morning. However we were hoodwink (that’s a good word to show my frustration here) by someone and we had to abruptly change our plans.This made me reach a point to execrate someone, whom I wanted to since 27th January. But then there was some flinch which stopped me doing it, and someone else faced the wrath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in the evening I had other plans with my roomies, which was made even though I was somewhat trying to abstemious my self in terms of drinking. Well with an amicable look on my face I agreed and after spending a good beautiful afternoon though not much details here, I was at the meeting point exactly at 745 and we had hit the roads in the Auto rickshaw, and by the time we reached Totos it was already jam packed,leave apart a place to sit , there was no place to stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However after much argument with an amalgamation of indecisiveness , we decided to hit Ivy at Worli, which again was few say 15 miles from the place where we were, a hope clinging of finding a place , was soon shattered when we fond the place overcrowded with a waiting time of 1 hr. However too frustrated over everything I decided to wait and by an hour we were in, with each of us having a drink in our hands. To be very honest that was one of the most soothing drink after a hectic day... That was a complete Satur-Day-ate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was something like "Din Kuch aise guzzarta hai koi ... Chaak Jigar Ke pee lete hain. jaise bhi ho Pee lete Hain ... Dard mile to seh Lete Hain ........ jaise bhi ho pee lte hain .........""&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-6960993805360768716?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6960993805360768716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=6960993805360768716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/6960993805360768716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/6960993805360768716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2007/04/satur-day-ate.html' title='Satur-Day-Ate'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-1473398242911414520</id><published>2007-04-03T11:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-03T14:47:09.234+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Old GRE Rules</title><content type='html'>"The decision to cancel the revised GRE General Test best serves the interests of test takers and the graduate institutions that use those scores to make admissions decisions," says David Payne, Executive Director of the GRE Program at ETS. "After much debate and evaluation, it became clear that the current format offers students more convenient and flexible opportunities to test when and where they choose, while still providing score users with valid predictors of test takers' preparedness for graduate school study."&lt;br /&gt;With all the speculations and ETS canceling further registrations for the exam , on 2nd April ETS and the other GRE committee decided not to scrap away the old format. According to the reports, they found the old format to be more convenient for the users. Also in terms of students it was more Student Friendly than the new format which was supposed to be implemented.&lt;br /&gt;This would definitely be a relief for the students who have been preparing for the same for the last 1 year and who were planning to take up date later this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-1473398242911414520?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/1473398242911414520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=1473398242911414520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/1473398242911414520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/1473398242911414520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2007/04/old-gre-rules.html' title='Old GRE Rules'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-2916932107657969363</id><published>2007-04-03T10:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-03T11:23:57.898+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some Grammar Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Among and Between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Distribute these chocolates among yourselves"&lt;br /&gt;"Distribute these chocolates between yourselves"&lt;br /&gt;What is the similarity between the two statements above, what we observe here, is that even though the statements may look to be the same, the number of people involved is different. In the first statement the number of people involved are more than 2 and in the second statement the number of people 'between whom the chocolates are to be distributed are 2.&lt;br /&gt;However in the first statement clearly the number of people involved are more than 2. Hence what we observe here is that,use &lt;em&gt;between&lt;/em&gt; for two things, &lt;em&gt;among&lt;/em&gt; for more than two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a name="anxious"&gt;Anxious &lt;em&gt;versus&lt;/em&gt; Eager.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Am too anxious about my results which are to be announced today"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;"Am also eager on meeting you over this weekend"&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anxious&lt;/em&gt; is related to the word  &lt;em&gt;anxiety&lt;/em&gt;; it traditionally means "worried, uneasy." It's  often used, though, where &lt;em&gt;eager&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;keen&lt;/em&gt; would  be more appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As and Like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Normally what happens is that its good to avoid using like as a conjunction. In other words, something can be like something else (there it's a preposition), but avoid "It tastes good like a cigarette should" — it should be "as a cigarette should." Quickie test: there should be no verb in the phrase right after like. Even in phrases such as "It looks like it's going to rain" or "It sounds like the motor's broken," as if is usually more appropriate than like .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apostrophe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most common way to form a possessive in English is with apostrophe and s: "a hard day's night." After a plural noun ending in s, put just an apostrophe: "two hours' work" (i.e., "the work of two hours"). If a plural doesn't end in s — children, men, people — plain old apostrophe-s: "children's," "men's," "people's." It's never "mens'" or "childrens'."&lt;br /&gt;There's also the opposite case: when a singular noun ends in s. That's a little trickier. Most style guides prefer s's: James's house. Plain old s-apostrophe (as in James' house) is common in journalism, but most other publishers prefer James's. It's a matter of house style.&lt;br /&gt;Note that, with the exception of the little-used one, the possessives of pronouns never get apostrophes: theirs, not their's; hers, not her's; its, not it's. See It's versus Its.&lt;br /&gt;Apostrophes are sometimes used to make acronyms or other abbreviations plural (another matter of a local house style). My preference: don't use apostrophes to make abbreviations plural — not "They took their SAT's," but "They took their SATs." The only exception is when having no apostrophe might be confusing: "Two As" is ambiguous (it might be read as the word as); make it "Two A's." Never use apostrophes as single quotation marks to set off words or phrases (unless you need a quotation within a quotation).&lt;br /&gt;Using an apostrophe to refer to a decade — the 1960's versus the 1960s — is another matter of house style; again, journalists tend to use the apostrophe, and most other publishers don't. I prefer to omit it: refer to the 1960s or the '60s (the apostrophe indicates that "19" has been omitted), not the 1960's or (worse) the '60's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-2916932107657969363?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/2916932107657969363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=2916932107657969363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/2916932107657969363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/2916932107657969363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2007/04/some-grammar-tips.html' title='Some Grammar Tips'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-5683468149613681158</id><published>2007-03-28T03:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-10T11:34:29.446+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Major Upset</title><content type='html'>Today was a major upset for me, with a month of hard work and some decent preparation , I gave a mock GMAT with a confidence of decent score in previous Kaplan GMAT which were 660 and 680 , my score dipped to 540 in the mock I gave today. 41 in Quant and mere 21 in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like now or never for me and the current score is making me go into abyss of failures. A dream which is a long awaited for me seems to be turning into a catastrophe amalgamated with a night mare of 540.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With more than 50 days left for my GMAT, it seems that time has come to revamp and re-design my strategies. An exam more this weekend when am at home would help me decide what I need to redesign. Maybe a bit of excitement and agony , marked as the spoilers in today’s exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the preparation side, have to concentrate more on co-ordinate, permutation and combination and probability part. The statistics part still remains untouched and need to practice a lot on the same. Plan to finish of with OG soon and take up Manhattan guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esnips a wonderful place, a heaven that has help me download some unavailable material. Wren and Martin needs to be concentrated upon more, and the pages starting from the mid 200 where in, correct usage of prepositions etc are given has to be reached before mid April and has to finished off within next 5 days. Maybe writing more blogs and thanks to the Microsoft editor and also Pagalguy threads, my English may come to the original picture , which obviously has been ripped apart into pieces after certain changes have been taken up by me, and a major one of them is the 'Slang Dude English. Still cannot believe how could a boy like me could come to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous PowerPrep practice sessions made me a bit over confident, with critical reasoning involving 3 mistakes out of 15 and sentence correction involving only a single mistake.This made me refrain from further practices.However now , in addition to Wren and Martin , have taken up Oxford Dictionary, and am trying to mug some important words up and also get to understand and know the meaning of few words, which though English look and sound to me as Latin in the latest taken up novel by me, which is the Snow Country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well from today a post daily starts with what are the updates on the GMAT front.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-5683468149613681158?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/5683468149613681158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=5683468149613681158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/5683468149613681158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/5683468149613681158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2007/03/major-upset.html' title='Major Upset'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-5806752250450242250</id><published>2007-03-28T03:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-28T03:44:22.500+05:30</updated><title type='text'>World Cup 2007 'Fiasco</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Monday March 5  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This day the first match though a warm up match was played in the tournament. A major upset was averted by &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;South   Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; when they were bowled out for a mere 192 by the Irish team.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tuesday March 6&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A major upset though went unnoticed, which caused one of the major upset of the World Cup occurred, where in Bangladesh defeated New Zealand in a warm up match.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;March 11, the world cup 2007 begins with a bang, with more than billions of hope sticking around for their individual country, a total of 16 teams compete with each other, to be more ellaborate,4 groups with 4 countries in it , out of which the top 2 qualifies for the so called super 8. World top 8 includes acc to various statistics:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New Zealand&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;South Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Sri   Lanka&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:place&gt;West Indies&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So these were supposed to qualify and the cup was supposed to be a tough one. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Coming to this point, let us peek into future, a date which was the major attraction since the schedule of the word cup was made, “&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="15" month="4"&gt;April 15 2007&lt;/st1:date&gt;”. A major match was to be played between &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A match was to be played by those two countries, which have a good history of the so called understanding between them. An understanding, in terms of rivalry, rivalry, in every single sphere of activities, whether Sports or Politics. Well this is future and what lays ahead no one knows, so let us get into what we know.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Two countries set to compete against each other on 15th April, 29 days remaining.17th March, two countries play those two countries which are sure to loose. Pakistan plays Ireland and India plays Bangladesh. After loosing the first match, this match is crucial for &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to stay in the tournament or &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, this match is the test of Team &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and the justification of the controversial coach Greg Chappell lame excuses of the previous defeats of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Coming to excuses, there were occasions, wherein, previous defeats of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; were justified as a revamp or an experiment for the coming World Cup.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;End of the day, the results are head spinning, &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; loose their respective match, and &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is out of the tournament.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, with a simple win against &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Sri Lanka&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; could help them also seal a berth in Semifinals as they would have to play the Irish team in super eight. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A Billion prayers on March 23rd could not save &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; in their worst performances ever in the World Cup faced an Exit. An exit; which marked the end of an Era. An Era of Tendulkar, Ganguly Dravid and Kumble. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As if this was not sufficient; another fiasco, in the world cup took an ugly turn, which even raised questions of the world cup being continued and that was the death (murder or suicide or natural or accidental) of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; coach Bob Woolmer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways or whatever, coming to the so called Team &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, what went wrong and what were the losses incurred?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As reported by a leading newspaper, and further reports, a 10 second slot which was sold between 2.5 to 3.5 lakh involving India, would come down to 1 Lakh. This marked a huge loss for the broad caster. This makes up a lot of money which is sufficient to have a decent stretch of road, in the so called some bumpy areas of Mumbai, where millions commute&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;using the road transport due to non availability of trains during rainy seasons, which statistically and strategically speaking is few months away. Well coming to the defeat of team &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and who are to be blamed? nobody can be or should be blamed as a person himself; it was what is known as a system failure, in which the Operating System itself had a bug, which caused a total System Shut Down. A team which was so well knit and considered to be the major contender for the world cup 2007 was seen to be shattered by row of controversies and politics. A combined team effort though not enough to secure them a birth in Final would have definitely helped them reach the semifinals at least. With a huge arsenal of runs, about 75K runs, the team was not able to explode in front of the major guns causing a complete catastrophe and a system failure. This early exit of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has marked a new beginning in the Cricket era, and also brought the tyrannosaurus of the match fixing back. The so called gentleman’s game has once again shown the ugly face of the Satan. The Satan, which has set in again here to be a real trouble maker. God Help Us!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-5806752250450242250?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/5806752250450242250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=5806752250450242250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/5806752250450242250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/5806752250450242250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2007/03/world-cup-2007-fiasco.html' title='World Cup 2007 &apos;Fiasco'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-8386790628326580564</id><published>2007-03-21T20:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-21T20:03:19.137+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Amazing GMATWoah</title><content type='html'>Took out Longman English Grammar, 300 odd pages. Target Next Week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-8386790628326580564?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/8386790628326580564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=8386790628326580564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/8386790628326580564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/8386790628326580564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2007/03/amazing-gmatwoah.html' title='Amazing GMATWoah'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-4072767478618736978</id><published>2007-03-13T02:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-28T04:08:22.278+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Caffeine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kv3qUYf3IPw/RfW7Ot7Ct0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tULhB1OhpKw/s1600-h/DSC01434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041141219430938434" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kv3qUYf3IPw/RfW7Ot7Ct0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tULhB1OhpKw/s320/DSC01434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmm Long time, this substance has sustained me and help me reach where I am today, and would help me further to gain some things in my life which are still unexplored though seen in those dreams of mine where in I have really dared to go places, and someone has made me realize that I am the bestest of the best and those dreams are real and can be achieved. I know with coffee around me this is not only reachable but can be attained in a bonus manner. Well lets come to caffeine , you must be thinking that the owner of this blog is insane , well I am , and many people feel the same , even those two eyes feel the same, that is why I am always muttering sorry around to her. How can someone write about caffeine, is this something ubiquitous ,well ubiquitous ,made me think , just yesterday I had an argument as to how do we pronounce this word, well I know that someone would definitely be the first one to read my blog as it has been done in the last few days , and sorry to interrupt other people, well just said sorry am too egoistic to apologize, well I am sorry to that person here how it is pronounced as""""""The first "u" is pronounced like the word "you", while the "i'' in the second syllable is like the "i'' in "bit'', "pit'' and "hit''. The following "q..u..i..t" sounds like the word "quit'', and the final "ous'' is pronounced like the "ous'' in "famous'', "dangerous'', and "courageous''. The main stress is on the second syllable. When you say that something is "ubiquitous'' what you are implying is that it is present everywhere. """"""""&lt;br /&gt;That’s better now , lets come back to caffeine, well I am not addicted to smoke, drink drugs , have never doped, but taken coffee in all the wrong ways, have had it since a child, well this is how it began , when I was maybe 5-6 years old , I could not have milk and as my mother was a dietician , milk was compulsory to us, it was like "HAVE YOUR GLASS OF MILK YOU IDIOT"... and this so happened, that my rickshaw man,( in India we have those manual rickshaw pullers for taking toddlers to school ) was waiting for me out side, and i just couldn’t gulp in and here came my dad, mind you he is the best dad you can ever have, he got so pissed off with me , he took the glass , and said if not his stomach let it be his head, and poured the whole glass on my head. Now that’s again not ubiquitous, well this is how it all began, my mom, put a 'lil coffee in my milk and guess what I loved, it and am still loving it, loving it in every sense, with water, with milk, with cold drinks (I have tried coffee with Coke and Thums Up), and above all Raw, to chew it and enjoy the bitterness of every granule. Chew I can only chew Nescafe, Bru Sucks big sense, you can like bru with Milk not raw. Nescafe anytime is 100% granules of coffee, bru contains chicory. Ok what’s caffeine then , why am I just blabbering about coffee, why not tea?A little bit of technical specification , from wiki"Caffeine is a xanthine alkaloid compound,C8H10N4O2, the systematic name 1,3,7-trimethyl-1H-purine-2,6(3H,7H)-dione, acts as a stimulant in humans. The word comes from the Italian term for coffee, café.The world's primary source of caffeine is the coffee bean (the seed of the coffee plant), from which coffee is brewed. Caffeine content in coffee varies widely depending on the type of coffee bean and the method of preparation used;[9] even beans within a given bush can show variations in concentration. In general, one serving of coffee ranges from 40 milligrams, for a single shot (30 milliliters) of arabica-variety espresso, to about 100 milligrams for a cup(120 milliliters) of drip coffee. Generally, dark-roast coffee has less caffeine than lighter roasts because the roasting process reduces the bean's caffeine content.[10][11] Arabica coffee normally contains less caffeine than the robusta variety. Coffee also contains trace amounts of theophylline, but no theobromine.Tea is another common source of caffeine. Tea usually contains about half as much caffeine per serving as coffee, depending on the strength of the brew.” So coffee is the best thing to have after tea, this small explanation would have been sufficient, that is the why coffee is better than tea. I have never tasted pure caffeine but then my intake of caffeine through coffee amounts to a little more than 10 sachets of Nescafe daily, not much huh!! Well that’s the addiction. People say it prevents sleep but then studies show that ultimately your body gets used to it and thus the so called caffeine induced sleep order doesn’t exist, but then this is the first time when I am facing something from coffee which I observed after my gym after a week "Although you may think you're getting plenty of liquids when you drink caffeinated beverages, caffeine works against the body in two ways: It has a mild dehydrating effect because it increases the need to urinate. And large amounts of caffeine may cause the body to lose calcium and potassium, causing sore muscles and delayed recovery times after exercise. “Well that’s all about coffee and my addiction towards it, however a word of caution though for the people out there, I have tried leaving it 100 of times but still couldn’t, and am writing this blog after drinking 4 sachets of coffee. Would like to tell you, if you are trying to leave it, don’t let it go in one shot, give it time and you would come out of it!!&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN IF YOU ARE LEAVING COFFEE, IT’S A WASTE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-4072767478618736978?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/4072767478618736978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=4072767478618736978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/4072767478618736978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/4072767478618736978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2007/03/caffeine.html' title='Caffeine'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kv3qUYf3IPw/RfW7Ot7Ct0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tULhB1OhpKw/s72-c/DSC01434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-2310677292895339441</id><published>2007-03-12T13:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:21:21.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why-Run-Dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oops!!! Oops? Hinglish Mistake as it is known as wanted to write about Vi-Run-Der aka Virender Sehwag. A saga told thousands time before and heard and unheard thousand and one times before. World cup fever on a high temperature soaring, snowing in Jammu and Kashmir, blood bath in north east India, with all this feelings there is a mixed reaction of everyone in the country about the so called Crazy World Cup. With board exams scorching it like  heat and as the so called young guns get prepared for the big day some where across the seven seas there is a team of 15 on whom there are hopes of the billion of the country. Hope on the 11, is sufficient to suppress the hope of few million, who would be writing their exam, which would build the country, develop the country and help it grow it roots into corruption and development. Two words of high difference, maybe earth and sky, water and fire but then that’s what it is, the two different sides of the same coin. Amazing right, why two different sides of the same coin? Well its something like this, when its tail you don’t see heads, and vice versa. So it’s the same thing when you see corruption you don’t see development and when you see development you don’t see corruption. It’s the same thing when you see runs you don’t see wickets, when you see wickets you don’t see runs, but then if there are only wickets and no runs then it’s a problem with a batsman, but then again good for a bowler. Lets now get into some statistics before we go into details, lets try to compare him with few of the two good crickets of India:&lt;br /&gt;1. Vinod Kambli&lt;br /&gt;    M    I     NO   Runs   HS    Ave     SR      100  50   Ct  St  &lt;br /&gt;   104  97   21    2477   106   32.59   71.92    2   14   15   0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sanjay Manjrekar&lt;br /&gt;   M   I    NO  Runs   HS     Ave    SR    100  50   Ct  St  &lt;br /&gt;   74  70  10  1994   105    33.23  64.30    1  15   23   0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virendar Sehwag&lt;br /&gt;    M     I   NO   Runs   HS     Ave     SR    100   50   Ct   St &lt;br /&gt;  167  162   7     4833  130   31.18   96.04    7    24   69    0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not  try to compare him with some one like Anil Kumble Sourav Ganguly etc, well the reason is quite simple they have held the nerve and have been reasons for India win at least a dozen times more if compared to him. Well about Sehwag , as he was initially called to be an Arsenal of runs in the Indian batting line up, has become, too monotonous in his batting style, and as said in a famous movie “dimag ka khel dil se " , somehow doesn’t seem to work in his stroke play anymore. It has been seen in the history of Indian cricket team, where in people, players have been around in the team, when they did not even deserve Ranji for themselves. Sehwag though considered being a key player has not been able to show much in his current form, and his inclusion in the world cup squad was a big surprise for everyone. World Cup as it is known as and worshiped in some of the countries of the world , India , being the biggest of them , has been under a lot of controversy in the last few days. Cricket though a sport has been eventually so much commercialized where in if taken a complete viewer ship of other channels during a match say India Pakistan, would let it drop by nearly 200 %. The whole point is that, is this really justified? With people like Virender Sehwag being backed up by the so call Wall aka Rahul Dravid, is a thing to be debated upon. There is no doubt though the root of cricket originated in England, India has given the game those fruits which has led to the mass popularity, and also giving everyone a taste of Sweet and Bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;Well what about Virender Sehwag, it would be really foolish of me to say that he has only given India a taste of bitter fruit, he has been the one to give India a taste of Success lets make it Sweet Success, but then it was really necessary to give him a long vacation, an unpaid long vacation and let the so called great advertisers of India pay him the same. With the world cup started , don’t know how may types of weapons this guy would attack the opposition with from his Arsenal of Runs, would be good if at the rite time he would Nuke the Opposition.....&lt;br /&gt;All to Say GOOD LUCK INDIA...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-2310677292895339441?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/2310677292895339441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=2310677292895339441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/2310677292895339441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/2310677292895339441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-run-dear.html' title='Why-Run-Dear'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-3025670375806745697</id><published>2007-03-08T18:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-08T18:48:11.319+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MY GMAT EXAM DATE POSTPONED</title><content type='html'>Well Postponed the date from 17th April -2007 to 26th June 2007. Was expecting the same, well hope thats for better.&lt;br /&gt;Never the same, lets see what happens wait for the D-Day now........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-3025670375806745697?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/3025670375806745697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=3025670375806745697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/3025670375806745697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/3025670375806745697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-gmat-exam-date-postponed.html' title='MY GMAT EXAM DATE POSTPONED'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-7785634924860948131</id><published>2007-02-21T14:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-21T14:44:07.190+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My First Look Toward the GMAT Preparation</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay after a week of preparation here I go with my daily details and as to how I am going forward with it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Started of with a Kaplan Test odd got a 650&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Blaaah.............&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Understood my weak points and have started of with it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Taken up KAPLAN First and Plan to finish of with it in a month hope I am on target.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Data Sufficiency looks real good till now, with more stress on the mathematics side of it with more to be stressed upon on Coordinate Probability and Permutation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Coming to the English Side, have picked up even Wren and Martin to go into the details of the grammar part and then plan to go off with the CAT material for Career Launcher and then maybe IMS Material, which as usual Neha would be given it to me .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well rest lets see, have CET this Sunday, don’t know what’s on the cards on there. With enough of failures hope these two exams come up with a Bang !!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-7785634924860948131?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7785634924860948131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=7785634924860948131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/7785634924860948131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/7785634924860948131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-first-look-toward-gmat-preparation.html' title='My First Look Toward the GMAT Preparation'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-741207516867022595</id><published>2007-02-15T17:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-15T17:31:50.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Destitute journey for Isolation</title><content type='html'>Oh Hmmm Well here it all starts . This blog just dedicated for my GMAT preparation for the next 62 days.&lt;br /&gt;When do I start I start today the 15th February exactly 3 years after my CAT delude in 2004 the CAT Retest. More strong and leaving behind all those suffocating nostalgic memories of my quest for MBA , here I am to start all Fresh !!! So the BlOg gets Dedicated to my GMAT....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-741207516867022595?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/741207516867022595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=741207516867022595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/741207516867022595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/741207516867022595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2007/02/destitute-journey-for-isolation.html' title='A Destitute journey for Isolation'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-116915540027197932</id><published>2007-01-19T02:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-19T02:53:20.283+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Calling Maneka!!Is anyone HOME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;First Nashik then &lt;st1:place&gt;Kashmir&lt;/st1:place&gt;, two leopards die, one killed and the other dies on the way to the jungle. Well where are the activists now.&lt;br /&gt;Hello Maneka are you listening.&lt;br /&gt;Often we see the headlines as Leopard intrude into the Human area. Well is this the truth or its the vice versa? Is it that we humans are basically intruding their areas? With the current two incidents of Leopard intruding into the Human habituated areas with a few thousand of people living, is no surprise enough to raise an alarm in the Human mind, about the growing distance between the Human Beings and the Creatures of the wild. The current episode of the Leopard intruding into a town and the end footage of the video being shown as the creature being beaten up and the other video showing the creature been beaten till death is really weird and horrid.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is though no offend to anyone but then there are hundreds of people including children dying in Kashmir daily , and this leopard eating 3 children is brutally Murdered, why don’t the people come out like this against the other Mass Murderers?&lt;br /&gt;Where are their guts, when they need to come out and fight against the so called anti social element who kill or try to kill a few hundred daily?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This forms definitely another part of the debate, coming back to the leopards; this has been seen intensely in the past few years, and where in the area around the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Sanjay&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placename&gt;Gandhi&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;National park&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; in the out skirts of Mumbai has been a big spectator of the cat attacking the common man. With increased efforts of catching the cat have been a waste, the terror among the citizens i.e. the people staying around always engulfs them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the current attacks may have definitely brought back those haunted memories in the mind of the people living around the park in Mumbai, it should also trigger an alarm among the people of the growing interference of us Human beings into the Habitat of the Cat. Deforestation is definitely a very big factor of the above attacks, and if not taken in seriously those days are not far when you would have more than 1 leopard or other wild animals being killed brutally by the so called stronger weapon class of the Earth the Human Beings !!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-116915540027197932?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/116915540027197932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=116915540027197932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116915540027197932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116915540027197932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2007/01/calling-manekais-anyone-home.html' title='Calling Maneka!!Is anyone HOME?'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-116915402615638821</id><published>2007-01-19T02:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-19T02:30:26.170+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Indianism v/s Racism</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After a hue and cry and media having something to blur upon in channels and all, Shilpa Shetty a known actress in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, suddenly withdraws her racism charges.(Source Rediff.com ; Channel4 website ) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With all the media and everyone even the Finance minister of India (I would not mind calling him the Sir of India's Economy; nothing political closeness to be attributed here) and the UK chancellor condemning the so called Racial Remarks against an Indian, this so called Indian actress who has never won even a single Filmfare (the so called Prestigious Award for the Indian Film Industry) withdrew the racism charges. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amazing Huh!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok what was it all about; Big Brother is a common show hosted in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, and Shilpa Shetty is one of the contestants, who are supposed to be paid some Millions of Rupees, by the Host of the shows. This show though has an Indian version and has been quite famous suddenly shot itself into maybe one of the top 50 searches by an Indian Surfer within the past 2 days due to the recent controversy of racism charges against the so famous actress of the Indian Film Industry. Ok before going into this lets define racism, racism, according to me is defining someone or a better word would be discriminating some one on the basis of cast, color and obviously region.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Coming to this, what was said in the show that it sparked such protests and everything; before this i read in the introduction of Shilpa Shetty in the so called Channel 4 web page about what she has to say and this is what she has to say "She says...?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"I have zero expectations. The only thing I really hope to keep is my self-respect and my dignity.""&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok now what happened in the show; as this show is not aired in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;; this is what was said (source bbc) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here 'they' refer to contestant/contestants&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"""&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They referred to her as "the Indian", made fun of her accent and accused her of wanting to be more light-skinned.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One inhabitant of the Big Brother house said that Indians were so thin because they ate undercooked food, which made them ill. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"""&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well obviously i understand that making fun of accent is or maybe a racial remark, but then is it really a racial remark , even though Indians have become a major part of the complete Globalization happening around the world we all know that every part of India has a different accent of speaking English , and you can easily make out from the so called accent , as to which part of the country are you from ? Coming to the other part, Undercooked food well even burgers have cabbage leaves which is uncooked, maybe the contestants were not knowledgeable about the undercooked food concept.Ok lets come to the other part of it, now this is what I called Racism!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She ,being called a dog. Yes this is racial remarks, and the other part being touching the food by hands, but then again it depends till what extent you take this to.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why do I call this racial remarks, we all know there was a so called sign during the British time which was really racial and this happened in the show, where in She was called a Dog. Well this is the part of it where it should be a real reason for the controversy, but now with the actress withdrawing all the charges where do we stand? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well this statement was obviously though a disgraceful classification, but then where do we all stand in as a country which was united for a single cause of being racially abused and then suddenly the Indian withdraws the charges. Well that’s &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; isn’t it. Anyways no Hard feelings, with the Chancellor of UK visit to India this was condemned and was also condemned by the Prime Minister Of UK about racism being not tolerated, and the comments though were considered as being really pin pointed towards the country, has been suddenly denied by the person who was being racially abused. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With this controversy becoming the centre of attraction of the latest trip by Gordon Brown, and Shilpa Shetty just asking about the apology and further saying that she is ready to apologize for the same, and to further act to the same withdrawing all the charges of Racism , this thing just seems to be all blown up , blown up by every part of the society ; a remark which though should have not only given a thought to this actress from withdrawing from the show but also asking a full apology for the same. However one thing is sure; this controversy has made us realize that &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; will not stand any racial abuse and is ready to fight for it!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This should be the right time for Indians all over the world to stand and fight against the so called Racism and their exploitations if any.... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-116915402615638821?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/116915402615638821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=116915402615638821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116915402615638821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116915402615638821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2007/01/indianism-vs-racism.html' title='Indianism v/s Racism'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-116719550195404633</id><published>2006-12-27T10:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-10T01:34:28.730+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Music Of Life !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/260/1379/1600/529974/DSC00491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/260/1379/320/5233/DSC00491.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well what is this I am writing today ? Well is it about something about someone or something , I don’t know but then I am writing this because maybe I have never felt like this before, why I am writing this Blog, well I just live and love writing and I believe that’s the only way through which I can express myself and I have always done that. Blogged a lot, people will never understand my blogs, because some find it very tough to grasp what I write, some say that I have very deep meanings in my blog and what I have to say to them is BullShit!!! My blogs are just BullShit , I have never written a blog which really had a true meaning a meaning which I have always wanted. I know that I am no altruist though I may pretend to be one , but then I know that I hate every individual around me, not because they are there existing , because they try to get a difference in my life by one of their acts and that’s what I hate to see and feel. I hate to change, I don't believe that change is something which is required for a person. Why does a person love anyone? Its not a compulsion, no its just that someone invented this word and then he said that he discovered the feeling. Why is that being close to someone and the so called feeling of caring and all the things the so called people do is called love. What if I say its all about building a hate for each other . Hate why Hate , because its all about asking something from each other in return , yes its all about asking something in return . Think about it , why do you love your parents its all about that you need them. Why do you need them , yes of course , you need them , you needed them every moment, if you did not have them , their education then you would have been even worst than a stray dog. Why a stray dog why did I compare you with a stray dog, its because , a stray dog can go wherever he wants and eat whatever he wants but you cannot ,you are not made up of that system. The place and the genes from where you are built would not permit that thing to go inside you and you would become even worst than a stray dog. This is not again targeting someone, but its just too personal. I am not reading again what I have written, neither I am going to check the grammar or the words spelling what I have used in this blog so, its like I am just writing, why am I talking to myself&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just too frustrated !! Frustrated!! Frustrated of what , frustrated of every fucking thing around me , the way the people behave the way they try to intrude in my life , (aahhhh someone stop this music around ) the way they try to make a difference in your life.. What I am doing thought about studying but end up writing something , why did I end up by starting to&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;write up again ? That’s just a mere frustration of myself. This time of the year I don’t realize what’s happening? People say History repeats what is History a mere illusions of the memories? What are memories a certain flash back of time , and what are those certain flash back of time , nothing but a pure way of loosing your self where you don’t know what are you living for in the present that you have to go back in time, to find yourself and help you to come out of the present. What is Past Present and Future. Physics !!! Physics of what ? Physics of Time ! Yes its all about the Physics of time ? How do you define Time ? Is it the clicking of the clock , those small sound you hear , of the clock ticking away ? That ticking, technology has taken away and what you hear is not the ticking but you see the clock moving!!! Time is just a mere true expression of your life, when gone never comes back and what I believe is that you should never try to let it come back maybe that’s is why I don’t keep the promises which I keep , but then If it comes to the promises then why cant I forget all the flashbacks, why cant I prevent it from coming to my mind and then let them hallucinate them and cause a Catastrophe in ymy life. Ok I have an excuse here also , lets say that we haven taken an exam, the exam is gone , gone back lost somewhere in time, but then what happens is that you get your result and what the hell is that result it gets you back to that time. I hate taking favors because I believe that its also very much similar to those exams where in what happens is that, those favors are the same as exams , where in you may get the results of those favors when you are not supposed to expect those results and what you find yourself is that you are just too obliged to give them the signatures of yours receiving the result. The whole community is about altruist being together, but within everyone there is an egoistic person residing where in they expect you to accept the result and they expect you to be obliged to accept the result. Why I am writing this is just to try to explain myself that its very tough for me to forget those pasts but then I have to forget everything , and be focused not to listen to others, there are thousands instrument used in an Orchestra, but then it has to be that one voice or the instrument which is to be recognized, that sound which lets you ignore the complete other instruments, the sound where in you may start expecting it to come again , that sound which makes you focused about trying to capture the very first time it gets played again and you start listening to it , even though its repeated you forget what was the last time it was played and you experience its freshness every time it is played or repeated in the orchestra , and that is the sound of your self the sound of yourself. Making you more focused and egoistic. This is Important !! You know that certain things are not the end, even a small distortion should not effect that sound, its too perfect to be out of your mind !! So what are you waiting for, what are you reading? What is written here is just bull shit, its just crap !! Its all about explaining what I am going through and what I have felt at times when that has happened ? What is the use ? There is no use ? Its just gone ? But then this post is for me and supposed to last !! My favorite post to last because, its to make me feel and understand that its not what I am and have become, its to make me realize that I should not let that sound get lost in the various distortions of the pathetic, horrible, paranoid, annoying and worth abhorring &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUSIC OF LIFE&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-116719550195404633?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/116719550195404633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=116719550195404633' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116719550195404633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116719550195404633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/12/music-of-life_27.html' title='Music Of Life !!!'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-116719530234795003</id><published>2006-12-27T10:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-27T10:25:02.350+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My quest for nothing!</title><content type='html'>Where am I heading for? This is a question which is cropping in my mind since a long time. What do I need in life? What is life? Why was I born? How am I supposed to define myself? So many questions... Can someone help me to answer it? I learned speaking from the surrounding, why I cannot take up other things from surrounding. I never learned how to drive a car. My father bought a car a long time back and I was always a silent observer sitting at the back watching every maneuver. First it was confusing, but then I took it looking at the speedometer how his hands changed the gear. I knew it was 1 - 2 - 3 - 4. But then when to change was something absurd, after continuous watching, one day I surprised them and everyone in my surrounding, by driving the so called FIAT. Once I realized the pain my father had in reversing the car, as we had a huge path say 50 Meter long and few meters wide, where he had to reverse the car. Then one morning I took the keys and tried to reverse the car , and to everyone surprise I did it and then we had an exact of 4 fiat cars in my apartment and all of them tried doing it , but never could and ultimately I helped them a lot many time. Well I knew that time that it was not that change happened unknowingly, but then it was like it was followed. Someone did it and then there is someone else follows it. If everyone follows it, it becomes a trend. I do have seen some most stupid guys following something which is really absurd and makes no sense. Like the same place some one bought a huge jeep and he tried to reverse it there at the small place, and he got himself stuck. A nearly bumper to bumper with a wall. I bet if I had a video camera I would have shot it. My quest is also something the same, I am trying to follow to many people at the same time. Trying to avoid their foolish activities and trying to emulate them. Maybe this is a reason why I took up engineering. Maybe I wanted to emulate few of my relatives who boasted themselves to be engineer. What is now that I have to do? Who invented IT, who invented journalism, who invented Marketing, who coined these terms? Can’t I be one who will coin a term, that would become a trend and I would be unique? Well is it not that I am following these people who invented these terms. Am I not following the trend of inventing? Then what should I follow.... Nothing............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-116719530234795003?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/116719530234795003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=116719530234795003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116719530234795003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116719530234795003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-quest-for-nothing.html' title='My quest for nothing!'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-116719516971363350</id><published>2006-12-27T10:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-27T10:22:49.713+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Funda Of Life ( From My Previous Blog )</title><content type='html'>To decide if you believe the thousands of people who have seen life. ... Have you seen life or had an encounter with life?&lt;br /&gt;It opens the door to a very serious definition of life as we know it... do we know it ... Ah come on .. its all an illusion . an illusion which is very deceptive . Life is very short. Man is a traveler and Along the way he encounters and learn to distinguish between life and death ... Life is a circular, not a linear process ( Once said by a Great Buddhist monk ) ; but has anyone tried to express in the form of a polynomial where every expression can have its own meaning . how can some one say life is a circular process. Its a process which has an equation , whose limits tends to infinity . Every physician or a mathematical can has his own equation of life . Some great physician can describe life as a sin-u - sdel wave with ups and downs in his life . Some mathematician would love representing it with some curve where he is sure that it lies in a particular quadrant . Well well well ....... How will you define life ... If you want you can read my next blog where maybe i can define life in my sense of the So CALLED FUNDA .. 'FUNDA' is a word which has been associated with me since a long time ............................ Even this is Funda........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-116719516971363350?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/116719516971363350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=116719516971363350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116719516971363350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116719516971363350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/12/funda-of-life-from-my-previous-blog_27.html' title='Funda Of Life ( From My Previous Blog )'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-116719514644272073</id><published>2006-12-27T10:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-27T10:22:26.443+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Funda Of Life ( From My Previous Blog )</title><content type='html'>To decide if you believe the thousands of people who have seen life. ... Have you seen life or had an encounter with life?&lt;br /&gt;It opens the door to a very serious definition of life as we know it... do we know it ... Ah come on .. its all an illusion . an illusion which is very deceptive . Life is very short. Man is a traveler and Along the way he encounters and learn to distinguish between life and death ... Life is a circular, not a linear process ( Once said by a Great Buddhist monk ) ; but has anyone tried to express in the form of a polynomial where every expresssion can have its own meaning . how can some one say life is a circular process. Its a process which has an equation , whose limits tends to infinity . Every physician or a mathematicial can has his own equation of life . Some great physicial can describle life as a sin-u - sdel wave with ups and downs in his life . Some mathematcian would love representing it with some curve where he is sure that it lies in a particular quadrant . Well well well ....... How will you define life ... If you want you can read my next blog where maybe i can define life in my sense of the So CALLED FUNDA .. 'FUNDA' is a word which has been associated with me since a long time ............................ Even this is Funda........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-116719514644272073?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/116719514644272073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=116719514644272073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116719514644272073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116719514644272073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/12/funda-of-life-from-my-previous-blog.html' title='Funda Of Life ( From My Previous Blog )'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-116719512266742854</id><published>2006-12-27T10:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-27T10:22:02.666+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Don't expect me to stay ( From my previous Blog )</title><content type='html'>W&lt;a id="lyrid" style="color: rgb(5, 5, 5);"&gt;hen you're one of the few to land on your feet! What do you do to make ends meet?&lt;/a&gt; Your dreams are limited , but we still have to go to the dreamed of world !! Mighty waves come crashing down, The spray is lashing high into our eyes, but then there is more to come in from these dizzy heights !! And if you survive 8 , there will be people who will be breathing in , but you have to breathe out to reach those hieghts !!! Lets make to those heights , where they say that there are diamonds but i am looking for thrills !! I don't care if we get there on time.Everybody's searching for something, they say.I'll get my kicks on the way.Over mountains, across seas,Who knows what will be waiting for me?I could sail forever to strange sounding names.Faces of people and places don't change.All I have to do is just close my eyes, To see the seagulls wheeling on those far distant skies.All I want to tell you,All I want to say is count me in on the journey.Don't expect me to stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-116719512266742854?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/116719512266742854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=116719512266742854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116719512266742854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116719512266742854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/12/dont-expect-me-to-stay-from-my.html' title='Don&apos;t expect me to stay ( From my previous Blog )'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-116719500889947243</id><published>2006-12-27T10:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-27T10:20:08.910+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Politika ( This is from my previous Blog )</title><content type='html'>Suddenly i realize today about the reservations system, or i should say that I am realizing about the complete system. Politics is killing us man! Politics a strong word, was conceived by as some people say, by the great, Chankaya and some people say, by some Greek. Though this word had its name derived from the Greek word 'Polis'. Have i understood the dirt of politics? Am i waking up? What is happening? Where is the spark? What about me going in for agitations. Is it that my responsibilities have eaten the half part of me? Media brought a lot of things out, but then where do we all stand. India a secular country! How is secularism being hit? India a Democratic country! How? Well we have all been learning since our school days about the preamble …JUSTICE LIBERTY EQUALITY FRATERNITY... We resolve to const India in to Socialist, Secular, and Democratic Republic. When we are trying to do this, what we get in return, Lathes... Is it that we are trying to go to the Mahatma Gandhi's way of achieving independence? I still am in a state of dilemma, Reservations for what, Taxes for what? Politics!! Me working for what? Me, Struggling for what? Politics! Let’s take an example here, India going into Globalization, is this the right time to think about reservations. Few years back when BJP was in power, they tried to reduce the fees of IIMS, well what is happening, do they want to capture themselves into every sector of ours. This is something really strange. Whom are we living for, have we ever tried to just sit down and think and analyze. What are we doing, are we gaining something out of it? Well give a thought to it. Maybe i will be giving that a thought today. Let’s get to the other part of it, i go with my best counterpart somewhere, and there is a small argument with someone, and i shrug, what if that person has political or police contact! Why politics first? There is something really weir happening in this country. Can someone relate this: Stocks Market falls, India Looses, Finance Minister Says "RISE" and Stock Market Rises? Politics? My head is spinning!! Is yours too........ Give it a thought&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-116719500889947243?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/116719500889947243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=116719500889947243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116719500889947243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116719500889947243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/12/politika-this-is-from-my-previous-blog.html' title='Politika ( This is from my previous Blog )'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-116704792837473652</id><published>2006-12-25T17:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-25T17:28:48.386+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Drive in the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/260/1379/1600/250903/45490712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/260/1379/320/504224/45490712.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty Strange, Walking down the road at 2:30 AM in the night all confused and lost though not drunk , I was just amazed at the city. Just tried comparing life with the long road, and was amazed to notice that life is just the same as the road. All the Lamp posts as if people trying to lighten up a certain distance of the life and then need some one else to lighten up that portion of the life. Are we so dependent on other people that we need other people in our life. Faced so many jobs interview and was amazed to notice that , the most common question asked was not Polymorphism or MultiThreading but Can you Work in a Team ?&lt;br /&gt;What is a team , and why do you need a team , cant you do something all alone, well am amazed to notice that no person, in this world is not dependent on other. Thinking about Howard Roark , in fountainhead, even he needed Dominique when he needed to destroy Cortlandt. Well why am i writing this? Today being Christmas, just went back to the memory lane back into 2003 Christmas, it was all a girl and me together in a small restaurant in a small town where my college was, with a few of my batch mates around and what i was doing there at that place is what I don't know , but then I was there, sitting with her laughing. Suddenly all seems to be all lost, just a lamp post on my way which may have lighted a part of this distance, and suddenly never ever to visit the lamp post again. Today again I have this strange feeling of loosing a lamp post I don't know what?&lt;br /&gt;Its all a very strange thing, when I went for the lunch ( normally I don't ) , but then as I wanted solitude all around me there was a wasp of people all around, murmuring in some strange language, and looking at them it made a clear impression of what they were, suddenly I got up to share the seat ( the seat there usually permit 4 people to sit ) , and 4 people came and sat there, just out of guts I told the 4th person to get up and find him a place as I was sitting there from before and half the junk people turned around to see me , out of anger or whatever. Well as I sat, it was all again back to the Lemon Pepper Salt and Onion , people looking at me, but I not bothered and people kept on looking, suddenly out of curiosity asked someone who are you and got the answer what i expected. Suddenly realized that those days are not far, where this country will be ruled by those set of people, who will not only have education , but have education without knowledge, the country ruled by people of Negatives Merit. A country where in I compared the roads of a city with my life, and the lamp posts with the people very close to me , those lamp posts never to be lightened again , because of the negativity into this county of ours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-116704792837473652?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/116704792837473652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=116704792837473652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116704792837473652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116704792837473652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/12/drive-in-night.html' title='A Drive in the Night'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-116693439611261796</id><published>2006-12-24T09:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-24T09:56:36.126+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The English Patient</title><content type='html'>Just completed The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje. Though have not read, its predecessor, In the Skin of Lion, from where the characters of Hana and Caravaggio has come, the novel is all about the Burned Man. A perfect and a genius way to plot the story, where in the novelist definitely try to take you from the Italian Villa to the &lt;st1:place&gt;Sahara&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and this I really loved. The expression to describe the feel of Dryness in the villa and the desert to the wetness of the Oasis in the Desert and the Fountain in the villa is just impeccable. Characters though many have been introduced, substantially only 4 characters, are there around whom the Novel revolves &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Hana&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. The English Patient&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. Caravaggio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4. Kip&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kip out of the place is an Indian Sikh, where maybe the author has tried to show some pity on the Indian condition during the colonial times. A novel trying to show, hatred but love, emotions but hardness. Tried to amalgamate the Luxuriant land of northern &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, with the 5 river names i had long forgotten, (let me see can i write them again here) &lt;st1:place&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; , &lt;st1:place&gt;Jhelum&lt;/st1:place&gt;, &lt;st1:place&gt;Beas&lt;/st1:place&gt;, &lt;st1:place&gt;Chenab&lt;/st1:place&gt;, &lt;st1:place&gt;Sutlej&lt;/st1:place&gt;(No need to google).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The novel doesn’t seem to get you that musty feeling like the other war novels, where in you just read about the mutinous people, who are jaded by the war and think that everything which the war has brought into is irreparable, though the lastly mention of the Atom Bombs, have tried to get that, but the ironical way it has been put up shows the way you can abhor the west to treat the eastern country like that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The perennial love story of the English Patient has not to be missed here, which was precocious though the same when compared to the Kip's Love story, Kips story was very preposterous and obtuse.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At sometime it may though seem to be a pell-mell, but then over all, the book is very peremptory leaving the reader no chance but to complete the same.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-116693439611261796?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/116693439611261796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=116693439611261796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116693439611261796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116693439611261796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/12/english-patient.html' title='The English Patient'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-116489853804820098</id><published>2006-11-30T20:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-30T20:25:38.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In the Government Now</title><content type='html'>In the Govt now ( This is my modified version of the Song in the Army now - Status Quo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vacation in the Mumbai  land&lt;br /&gt;Joy does the best he can&lt;br /&gt;You're in the Government now&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, you're in the Government now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you remember what the  old man  said&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do all day but stay in bed&lt;br /&gt;You're in the Government now&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, you're in the Government now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You be the hero of the FAMILYhood&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows that you left for good&lt;br /&gt;You're in the Government now&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, you're in the Government now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling faces as you wait to land&lt;br /&gt;But once you get there no one gives a damn&lt;br /&gt;You're in the Government now&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, you're in the Government now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand flying over your keyboard&lt;br /&gt;Word flying over your head&lt;br /&gt;If you want to survive get out of bed&lt;br /&gt;You're in the Shift now&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, you're in the Government now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trains pass out in the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;The boss calls (stand up and fight)&lt;br /&gt;You're in the Government now&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, you're in the Government now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got your orders better work on sight&lt;br /&gt;Your finger's on the keyboard&lt;br /&gt;But it don't seem right&lt;br /&gt;You're in the Government now&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, you're in the Government now&lt;br /&gt;You're in the Government now&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, you're in the Government now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night is falling and you just can't see&lt;br /&gt;Is this illusion or reality&lt;br /&gt;You're in the Government now&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, you're in the Government now&lt;br /&gt;You're in the Government now&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, you're in the Government now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, you're in the Government now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-116489853804820098?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/116489853804820098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=116489853804820098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116489853804820098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116489853804820098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-government-now.html' title='In the Government Now'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-116489686219219601</id><published>2006-11-30T19:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-01T22:08:39.726+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CATASTROPHE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;100 ... 150 ... 200 ... Woooooooosssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhh 75 . &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;"75 Questions 300 marks, IIM sealed Qualtiy, 4 marks each question 1 mark for wrong answers each section has 25 question"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;This is what was expected when a neat packet of white crisped bonded sealed pack of polythene was given to the person at the cost of 1200 INR. On opening, the quality of 2/3 of the product was below the par and then further even after 10 minutes of solving the 2 parts of the 2/3 parts, it was just anomalous. The paper was completely malnourished with no intergradient of intelligence in either of the two section whether DI or Quant, and was amalgamated with a tinge of adulteration, which are as listed: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Set 111&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;QA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Q 56: In Set 111 and Set 333, instead of “September: 8” it should be&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;September: 28”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Although the same question in Set 222, 444 printed it correctly&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Q 59: Correct Answer should be 15 Kg, which does not appear among the option&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Choices.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Set 444&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;VA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Q 30: There are only 3 choices instead of 5&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Option (3) is incomplete&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Two questions, which were worth 10 marks, will this be a reason for a catastrophe in a student's life. Is it again the time for a CAT Retest? What do you think? Is it not that 10 marks in this exam will cause a lot of difference. As per the different institutes reporting different cutoffs is it not that the students who spent the time in solving the above problems will suffer. Think about set 444 where only 3 options were printed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;I believe, CAT Authority will definitely have a say on that, wherein they will say that ,they have the right to ignore any questions, so what about this take of mine, "Let them scrap off the DI and Maths Section and only give calls on the basis of the English Section". This is to tell the people around here that this bumptious behavior of IIM will just not be tolerated; this cannot put the aspirants off. This blow of the IIMS would have caused a concussion, concussion to the minds of the student, yes we all agree, but can it put us into a state of condolence, condolence for what? Condolence to ourselves! Should this thing be condoned? I don’t think so; my take on this is that, a congenial explanation and a solution should be provided for this. What i think is that any decision should not leave anyone in a peculiar predicament. I am not demanding a full restitution for this but want to question in the end only on this "Was it not required by the IIMS to show great prescience in setting the paper and just checking the same before it was sent out".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;I have lost my Tranquility!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-116489686219219601?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/116489686219219601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=116489686219219601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116489686219219601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116489686219219601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/11/catastrophe.html' title='CATASTROPHE'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-116488926591344398</id><published>2006-11-30T17:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-30T17:56:07.343+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lage Raho India</title><content type='html'>A very strong word which came into the existence suddenly after a movie called Munna bhai was released was ‘Gandhigiri’, never saw the movie completely but then remember one part of the movie where Gandhi comes in and talks to the famous hero of the Bollywood (India’s Hollywood) Sanjay Dutt. A scene from the movie which came into my mind after a statue of Bhim Rao Ambedkar was allegedly found vandalized in Kanpur was when Gandhi's Statue was also vandalized and Gandhi himself asks to bring down and tear off all the statues and his photos, not because he does not want them, but where in just the opposite he wants to be remembered always, not when someone sees his statues or photographs.&lt;br /&gt;Well there are many question which could be debated on, but the last two incidents of violence due to the vandalizing of two statues first of Mita Thackery (wife of Bal Thackery ) and yesterday of Bhim Rao Ambedkar has brought me into a state of dilemma. Several incidence of violence have been reported in the different part of the country and people are trying to find out the culprits. Then was this the right way to show the sentiments. Burning of train and causing harm to the public property is just not and should not be accepted, and those who commit this atrocity should be definitely tried and punished.&lt;br /&gt;A famous celebrity or an Entrepreneur whatever you call him, commented once after the famous Mandal Case, " India is the only place in the world where you fight to be of a backward class”, even though this was talked about a lot in the media, one thing which was not debated was that how come a person who is supposed to rule the world in one field, be so much into the class system.Is this a new division of the country? For ages India has been divided, and this division is not on the basis of any religion, but its on the basis of one word which has always haunted India, starting from the early evolution of the mankind (a famous story of the same in Ramayana, where in there is an old lady called Shabri who was a Shudra) and that is ‘Castism. Ok before going more into this let me take you through some basics. Through ages India has been divided into the following 4 categories:&lt;br /&gt;The first is Brahmin. The Learned, professors, priests…&lt;br /&gt;The Second is the Kshtriyas: The warriors, soldiers, and protectors…&lt;br /&gt;The third is the Vaishyas: the Commercial community, shopkeepers, and traders…&lt;br /&gt;The fourth is the Shudras: The working community, those who serve the first three&lt;br /&gt;What we have not understood is that, even after such a long time, Globally no one is categorized into these categories. In India immigrants (whatever this maybe defined as if people are coming to South from North, Or West to East, the people migrating have been called immigrants) have always been successfully assimilated into different communities, and this is what they should understand. We have always commiserated with them and what we don’t understand is that, we have been continuously accused of consistently and callously ill-treating them.&lt;br /&gt;Clemency is one part, which has been the weakness of India and there are always few people who are just Cankers in the society. These cankers even though they maybe passionate about whatever they do, they are never cloying or sentimental. What I would call them is Insane. Points to be assimilated and thought over at this moment is that rather than giving a boisterous welcome to such an incident, we should drive on these incidents with a blithe disregard for the different intentions of the culprit. There are always certain people in the different communities who take a sadistic pleasure in doing things which tend to attenuate the peace of the society, but if the people stop being so sanctimonious, then no wonder this would has a salutary effect upon the peace of the society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-116488926591344398?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/116488926591344398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=116488926591344398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116488926591344398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116488926591344398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/11/lage-raho-india.html' title='Lage Raho India'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-116365363943707830</id><published>2006-11-16T10:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-26T16:18:44.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CAT-O-MANIA</title><content type='html'>With the D-Day approaching fast and me one of those 1.9 Lakh people competing with the others this is really getting on my nerve. Have already had two nightmares on the same. Hope the worst is getting over. Well is it getting over or the worst is yet to come?&lt;br /&gt; No one knows what is in the books for the D-Day, people are speculating about what may be the pattern etc. Do I have a take in it? Yes I also have a take in it , believing that there will be something like less questions and 5 choices with the last choice being non of the above. This would not only make the 2.5 hours coming to thorough problem solving with no other choice left for the student. Am i trying to descry? To be honest yes, definitely no one knows what will be the pattern and would it leave the student derelict or not let that be a guess.&lt;br /&gt;After a sort of exhaustive studies and last few days of midnight oil burning, we all know even that may not be sufficient for the D-Day, oops that’s the height of being pessimistic, better to be one, with the exam like CAT I believe to be at a height of being pessimistic, rather than going there with a hardcore confidence and screwing up everything for your good. People say that CAT is nothing exorbitant, but then if that is the case then why are the students at IIM treated the same way the CAT is thought about? Why are people out of the same place, placed at a high cadre when compared with the others? Maybe I can answer them if ever I am there..........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-116365363943707830?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/116365363943707830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=116365363943707830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116365363943707830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116365363943707830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/11/cat-o-mania.html' title='CAT-O-MANIA'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-116004886625271300</id><published>2006-10-05T17:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-24T12:14:06.650+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Immaculate Dream</title><content type='html'>Have I ever been maudlin? Did someone make me maudlin about someone? Did anyone make my sight nebulous? Well what I am writing here is idiosyncratic.&lt;br /&gt;It was just a fatal attraction which was holding me really fast. Beauty which was, ineluctable. The first time when I met, for me it was an enigma of whether it is an encounter with an entity or a paragon of God? An individual, who is not bourgeois but hates bouillon,. A simple but an ambitious entity. Embedded with Anger which is virulent and something which can obliterate anything on the way, and can repudiate anyone in the next second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child to the Parents , the child has been given by God a scourge , which could have led to a secession , but then it has never been a withdrawal , though there are revulsion, which is inevitable in the present case, the feelings have been an abysmal of emotions, but still no sign of renunciation. In this case the child is just an Amazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thaumaturgist, because of the entity theosophy, with a voice like timbre, for me everything is immaculate about that entity. With stamina indefatigable, there are times when the entity has been really iniquitous though innocuous. Anyone would be forced to genuflect in front of that Entity. A breath which is Aromatic and an attitude which is assiduous. Whenever that Entity is around its all so concurrent. Everything around seems so disputatious, but docile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is all I can say about the Individual. My vocab for adjectives end here. I just hate to be estranged from that entity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-116004886625271300?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/116004886625271300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=116004886625271300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116004886625271300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/116004886625271300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-immaculate-dream.html' title='My Immaculate Dream'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-115943176269609176</id><published>2006-09-28T13:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-28T13:52:42.700+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Is the Pen Still Mightier than Sword?</title><content type='html'>A loosing battle! A Prez, loosing his grip. A war veteran! What all I cannot say about this person? An idea in the mind, a thought in the brain, love on the tongue, and weapons in the arm. I am talking about the person who has created a history between lines. A line drawn parallel between two words: Control and Fire. But still, only a word comes in my mind when I think of this person Aboriginal. After many abortive attempts to take into the possession of the area further behind the Line of Control, the president comes to the other side with Line of Fire. Its very arduous to be on the side of either of the people , every one is diplomatic now days, but then , what you once portray , it remains in you , and the truth once out can never be hidden. There maybe hundred of counters to the particular truth, and even though the truth maybe a lie in itself, but then it may and will always pave a way open for the other truths which until now were unknown and hidden. These were the ones which never thought about, leave apart being open to the ‘erthzens (my slang for residents of Earth including animal). Coming to the latest to be Best Seller, to be maybe the most Argued and Debated book on the various topics oh, topic concerned to the most 'contra topics of the Decade, this book is here to stay and create a history. More than an Autobiography I believe this book to be a debate among the world's one of the most powerful and the controversial countries of all times.&lt;br /&gt;Let me take an excerpt from the famous newspaper of our times:&lt;br /&gt;"General Musharraf readily accepted our invitation and came to Delhi. But at Agra, during our talks, he took a stand that the violence that was taking place in Jammu and Kashmir could not be described as 'terrorism'. He continued to claim that the bloodshed in the state was nothing but the people's battle for freedom," Vajpayee said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At the 2001 Agra summit, I told Vajpayee bluntly that there seems to be someone above the two of us who had the power to overrule us. I also said that today both of use had been humiliated. He sat there, speechless"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, did he? Whatever must have been the scenario, Vajpayeeji and the General knows, and to strengthen the statement of the general, Vajpayeeji never cross questioned this in his latest backlash to the president. What the point here is that, is India still trying to be under pressure? Was it justified of Vajpayee not to comment on this when this was portrayed forward by the General? On the counter it was said by the so called ,one of the to be thought most powerful leader of the Indian post Independence Era, that it was 'Fight of Freedom' as portrayed then by the general. But why was it not put out then? Does the citizens of the country not supposed to know by its elected Government the reason for the failure, rather than , the same being brought up by a demagogue (as thought by a million ) in a strident and minatory way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well looking at the excepts of the book published in many places of the web, it has shown that though in this age , wars are fought through Nukes etc, today a debate can still be picked up with a pen . What it shows is that India still today is not autonomous, it is being continuously being governed by somebody and that some body is nothing by Money and Egoism and the Governing party here is corruption and ego. This may look something out of context, but then why I would like to get this up here, if we get a chance to look up at a particular page , in the book , where the General tries to Blame the most powerful agency of the world, it has cross fired and have even asked the general to change the required lines or words, on the contrary when half of the book may have been lashed against a nation like India, people here would be sitting in their cozy chairs in the good to be coming winters and praise the either of the two countries after reading the book. Some fledging reviewers may give their views but those would be long forgotten and discarded the same very day.&lt;br /&gt;What I am trying here is not to be choleric, but I want to bring out the crass nature of the writer of the book, where in the issue of Kashmir, which has been in the Climactic issue since over a long time, and deciduous for the neighboring country, has been tried to be pulled ahead again, in a very fallacious manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I hate to be a Connoisseur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-115943176269609176?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/115943176269609176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=115943176269609176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115943176269609176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115943176269609176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/09/is-pen-still-mightier-than-sword.html' title='Is the Pen Still Mightier than Sword?'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-115760970995597960</id><published>2006-09-07T11:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-28T13:58:48.750+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Eklavya Cuts the Head of DronaCharya</title><content type='html'>"Gurur Brahma Gurur Vishnu Guru Devo Maheswara;Gurur Sakshat Para Brahma Thasmai Sri Gurave Namaha Have we heard of this somewhere. This was my Sloka in my Sanskrit book when I was in my class VI or VII, though i dont remember this exactly. How many of us have really respected their teachers and how many teachers have really respected their students. People will obviously be amazed as to why do we want the Teachers to Respect their Students? Well today a teacher would argue that its tough to get a student life Eklavya.Eklavya ! Who is this Dude? Ok let me take you back thousand of eras back . I dont know how many of you have heard of Mahabharata,a small introduction though is sufficient : "The Mahābhārata (Devanagari: महाभारत), is one of the two major Sanskrit epics of ancient India, the other being the Rāmāyana. With more than 74,000 verses, plus long prose passages, or some 1.8 million words in total, it is the longest epic poems in the world." - source Wiki. There was a battle fought between the brothers, some justify it as a Battle Between Right and Wrong, and I would justify it as a Battle of Royalty and Kingdom.The two brothers were known as Pandavas and Kauravas, both taught by the greatest Guru (some over speculate this ) , Dronacharya . Eklavya, at that time was from the Lower class (mind you there were no reservations at that time for Backward Class ) , and being from a lower class he was refused to be taught by this famous Guru , and he somehow learned from him though unknown , again as mentioned in this famous Epic, all the learnings were from behind a tree, and since he confessed being taught by Dronacharya himself, dronacharya , asked for his Thumb as a part of GuruDakshina.Eklavya without hesitation cut his thumb.Eklavya at this time knew that without his thumb he can never use Bow and Arrow, and this was the thing which he had mastered, but it was all because of this Guru Request he without hesitation cut away his thumb.Ok , so that was more than an introduction.Coming back to the point , so teachers argue , that its tough to get a student like eklavya , and students argue that there are always thousand of teachers who are ready to ask for a thumb , or are ready to stand against their favourite pupil , for the loyalty to another , maybe greed or whatever. Though dont want to get much into it again , Arjuna was a Pandava, favourite student of Dronacharya,and Dronacharya fought against the Pandavas. Amazing isnt it ! I find it absurd. All these things are bygone days. Bygone days why ? People give various examples, of the past , mentioning that , students have always worshipped the Guru.Even i have mentioned about the same, but then again what about Pandavas killing Dronacharya, and even the hindu worshipped God, Krishna was behind them . So where did the things go wrong? Few days back , I was turning the pages of a Newspaper and saw a column where it was mentioned about few students manhandling few professors, and this resulting in the death of a professor.Yes , I am talking about , Prof H S Sabharwal, who died in Ujjain last week after being allegedly attacked by students. Is this more of a Student-Guru relation which people speculate or is it the play of the Power. This is though a debatable topic, I would definitely tild towards the play of Power here."&lt;br /&gt;Well this is all I wrote a way back . And what is happening now ? Nothing. Where is the Media ? What about the people who were accused ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-115760970995597960?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/115760970995597960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=115760970995597960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115760970995597960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115760970995597960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/09/eklavya-cuts-head-of-dronacharya.html' title='Eklavya Cuts the Head of DronaCharya'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-115702890408758428</id><published>2006-08-31T18:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-31T18:25:04.090+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Strange Encounter with a Strange City</title><content type='html'>May - 1993&lt;br /&gt;I just celebrated my 11th birthday. 2 months have passed, since i have had a strange encounter with a strange city known as BOMBAY. It was the 93' blasts, it was all over the news, and somehow I remembered my first cousins staying in this city. Bombay, which was till that time was not known to me as a Glamour City (to be worth mentioning here that I always thought that the film stars are all from Delhi). Well as I had scanned through the Newspaper, I was a bit shocked. Anyways, who was bothered, with my exams over, we had decided to go to Mumbai for our Vacations, to meet my first cousins. Well here it all started the affection, the attachment with this strange city. Boarding the second class compartment in the scorching heat, made me growl, but the site of the Wheelers (Indian Book Selling Stalls at the Railways Station)  made my appetite for the brain (some weird, and  real absurd people say I don’t have one), for some comics. This made me forgot the heat and i took the upper seat, forgetting the entire world around me, engrossed in an Enid Blyton Book.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the train 'cooed its way, and i was fast asleep. Little did I realize I was about to fall in love at such a tender age with a city which has been a life line of India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August - 2003&lt;br /&gt;Again that was some where close to the blasts, what the hell? Anyways forgot that , just fresh after the wounds of my Girl Friend ditching me , I was here in this city for no purpose, though strange, I just loved this city , so decided to be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February - 2004&lt;br /&gt;Fanatically I have been calling my first cousin, to get me a project at any company in Mumbai; anyways i know he will get me one. Will he? God please help me, I need one, and it’s my career ‘ka sawaal’. I am on a train to Mumbai. I have a project. This was the time when I got to explore this city, was introduced to lots of things, this include Drugs etc, and really happy that I was a furlong away from all this. Did my projects have a job here at mumbai, and then suddenly everything went hay wired and is on a flight back to Bangalore. WHY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - 2006&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happening....Is it!! Oh I have explored half of this dream city and amidst all the major ups and downs. The latest Mumbai Bomb Blast the recent one 7/11, this is still my dream and my favorite city. Roamed half the city 100's of times aimlessly wandering from one station to another, just trying to glimpse the life , visited the biggest shows of India to the biggest Slums of this Continent. Seen people slogging themselves, some earning lakh and then met some earning units. Leaned out of the fast moving trains, been squeezed between people in the trains, and trapped in fully crowded Bus. Walked on cleanest Beaches, which is still unknown to half of the mumbaites’. Chased thieves (No I am not a Police Man), stood in queues to give my blood, what all not, and I still Love this City. Been around those waterlogged areas, suffered the wrath of Shiv Sainiks, walking for few kilometers before I reached my home and I still love this city. Went to the Aazad Maidan, for shouting slogans against the Reservation System, felt a little scared, with police van standing a hand away, but still was confident about my love towards the city.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still Love this city? Just Check, my next blog…………&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-115702890408758428?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/115702890408758428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=115702890408758428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115702890408758428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115702890408758428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/08/strange-encounter-with-strange-city.html' title='A Strange Encounter with a Strange City'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-115634374885329059</id><published>2006-08-23T20:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-23T20:05:48.876+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An Aroma of Success (This Blog Post is a Waste)</title><content type='html'>Hahaha! I am laughing because I am writing this without any success, all I have been facing since past few days is failure. Oh maybe I am nostalgic and it’s in the Air somewhere, that I am getting the Aroma of Success. Oh is it that I am Insane, people have called me insane since day one. Oops this is a mystery then as to why I am writing this. Oh a success of convincing people, yes today I was able to convince a person after a long time. Maybe I am getting that air back in my head, my college days. Is it an elegy? Elegy why? Who is dead, our dreams our ambitions.&lt;br /&gt; I am not an assailant I have not assassinated anyone, but yes then I have murdered someone, that someone is my Dream.  It’s not a bawl, but then i want to be audible. Why my hard is work not Biennial. Biennial!  why? Confused!! Ok let me take you through a small history, we all know we are biped, right! We have been asked to concur over something which we believed never to be true. We have been a sort of Coxswain, whenever dared to get into those storms have been swept away, and ultimately desponded, we get despondent. Oh that’s a bit of confusing! Well ok let me get it straight , Sunday I boarded the train Happy and Gay ( Gay Oops ) , no I don’t mean that Gay , but then its a phrase 'Happy and Gay' thought to get straightened, who knows what people may think !!Suddenly i have this feeling of like what i have done in my life is not useful for me in sense of attaining what I wanted to attain , I just could not do it , and whenever tried to it was all a burning stinking smell of failure with a lot of bad criticism all around.&lt;br /&gt;This is getting a bit of complicated where I am not able to express myself as to what i want to put across. Maybe I am letting out my frustration, thats what I have been doing, studying working like mad since the past few weeks and the results are nothing but an abyss of Failure, me conquering the lows of negatives (yes now i am speaking my mind out), I want things to flow the way I can maybe if I could rebel when i Wanted to against the things the people, everything even the Universe if I think that it is not going my way! Really can i do that but then what will i achieve out of this, I don’t know! Yes I can achieve Aroma of Success!!&lt;br /&gt;This Blog Is a Waste&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-115634374885329059?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/115634374885329059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=115634374885329059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115634374885329059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115634374885329059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/08/aroma-of-success-this-blog-post-is.html' title='An Aroma of Success (This Blog Post is a Waste)'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-115615549324171313</id><published>2006-08-21T15:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-23T15:26:15.003+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just a Little Pin Prick -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was there to a doctor few days back for a medical checkup and the best part was the Syringe did not seem to scare me , like it has always done before. It was just a little pin prick and there was no more. A full bottle (10 ml) of blood!!&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about this made my memories go back to the picture of 7/11, where there were bottles of blood being taken to the Hospitals, long queues of people there voluntarily to give their blood to the victims. Liters of blood being lost and liters of blood being transferred into the Victims body!  A Sikh Blood into a Christian guy and so on. Did they bother about cast or religion? It was all about saving the life. Try and save it! Who is bothered? Was any religion written on the bottles? Why are we then fighting this War? What has made us get into this war? Is it fanaticism? Fanaticism What!! According to philosopher George Santayana, "Fanaticism consists in redoubling your effort when you have forgotten your aim."  What is our Aim is it that we wanted to restore peace and calm among the mankind, and we have forgotten it and we are fighting and looking in just the opposite direction. Ok let me get more into it : "The difference between a fan and a fanatic is that while both have an overwhelming liking or interest in a given subject, behavior of a fanatic will be viewed as violating prevailing social norms, while that of a fan will not violate those norms (although is usually considered unusual).(Thorne&amp;Bruner 2006) ""Religious fanaticism - the most extreme form of religious fundamentalism, which typical takes on violent and potentially deadly dimensions." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/fanaticism"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.answers.com/topic/fanaticism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its not to be pointed to a particular community .There were times, when different religious groups have shown this nature and have taken a very extreme form of what we know it as Religious Fundamentalism. There are groups who have talked themselves of being a fundamentalist, but are they really one? This is what is happening, this is the best way I could define it. Coming back to the blasts, what was being tried to be created was a Chaos, Havoc and a Catastrophe. Great leaders talk about eliminating these “Fanatics" or "Fundamentalists" from their roots, but then the point is that; can they ever remove them? This is causing not only confusions, but the reason of hostility when one community tries to meet the other, in the other dominated space. Why are the innocent people targeted over this, is a reason which is still unknown. Some believe it to be a way of creating hatred among themselves, but then we need to know after this hatred spreads, and the people are targeted, the blood flows , and the blood transferred is of the ................... ENEMY. Is it the ENEMY? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-115615549324171313?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/115615549324171313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=115615549324171313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115615549324171313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115615549324171313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-little-pin-prick.html' title='Just a Little Pin Prick -'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-115346593359143888</id><published>2006-07-21T12:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-21T12:42:13.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Longevity.............</title><content type='html'>What does longevity mean?  Great duration of life! Where does this stand in the dictionary of the people of Mumbai? Is it the Longevity which is defined as an addition of one new day in their life? A Day! How do you define a day? When you  see the Next Day morning Sun , or When you see the fan blades rotating at a high speed above your bed on the ceiling,  after a tired day's work trying to get or a better word catch some sleep in the noisy environment. A noisy Environment, everywhere! Physically and Mentally! You lie down for a peaceful sleep and suddenly …. The cries of some one ringing in your ears, some one trying to scream loud to you! Some one asking you to save him! Someone begging for a rupee to feed the hungry child on the lap! Someone shouting at you for some silly thing which was not your mistake!  All this, and you find yourself in an Asylum, where people are shouting, and then suddenly you hear a mosquito buzzing in you ears. Snap! There is the dead mosquito lying peacefully in his palms .Suddenly there is a silence surrounding, and he can't speak now and he is asleep waiting for the day to end. Waiting for Tomorrow, hoping that he would be again lying tomorrow, with the dead mosquito in his palm, and not as a dead man in the palm of the world or this city.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-115346593359143888?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/115346593359143888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=115346593359143888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115346593359143888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115346593359143888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/07/longevity.html' title='Longevity.............'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-115276959231080928</id><published>2006-07-13T11:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-13T11:16:32.323+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A perfect Song I could think about - Animal song</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When superstars and cannonballs are running through your head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A television freak show cops and robbers everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Subway makes me nervous people pushing me too far&lt;br /&gt;Ive got to break away&lt;br /&gt;So take my hand now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choruscause I want to live like animals&lt;br /&gt;Careless and free like animals&lt;br /&gt;I want to live&lt;br /&gt;I want to run through the jungle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The wind in my hair and the sand at my feet&lt;br /&gt;Ive been having difficulties keeping to myself&lt;br /&gt;Feelings and emotions better left up on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;Animals and children tell the truth they never lie&lt;br /&gt;Which one is more human&lt;br /&gt;Theres a thought now you decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compassion in the jungle&lt;br /&gt;Compassion in your hands yeah&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to make a run for it&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to take my hand yeah&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes this life can get you down&lt;br /&gt;Its so confusing&lt;br /&gt;Theres so many rules to follow&lt;br /&gt;And I feel it&lt;br /&gt;cause I just run away in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Superstars and cannonballs running through your head&lt;br /&gt;Television freak show cops and robbers everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Animals and children tell the truth they never lieWhich one is more human&lt;br /&gt;Theres a thought now you decide&lt;br /&gt;Compassion in the jungle&lt;br /&gt;Compassion in your hands yeah&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to make a run for it&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to take my hand yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-115276959231080928?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/115276959231080928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=115276959231080928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115276959231080928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115276959231080928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/07/perfect-song-i-could-think-about.html' title='A perfect Song I could think about - Animal song'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-115270590892298903</id><published>2006-07-12T17:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-12T17:50:16.463+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Indefatigable</title><content type='html'>Was there a better word i can think of? Well no!That was a perfect word i could think of , when I tried to define "Mumbai". There are some catastrophes every year, when everyone, start from the political parties, to the citizen, have had no difficulty in incriminating (a strong word) each other. There were a total of 7 blasts ( I am keeping it 7 because I have heard the confirmation from the Gov officials in the news ,of 7 blasts, though media and other say 8 ) . The blast, cast a lugubrious shadow over the evening yesterday. Evening was a maelstrom of emotions, people were confused , trying to reach every near and dear, and thanks to the s ‘spectrum owners’ of our country, where they boast about the various services they have to offer, the various offers, their services ; gets to an abyss of failure during such occasions. Will write more about this, in my next post. The blasts emphasizes two things ‘cowardness’ and pity , cowardness’ of the terrorist and pity on the so called democratic government of the country , which is again " By the people , for the people and AGAINST THE PEOPLE " . This should be sufficient, to express what i want to. The NEWS of the blast brought shivers down the spine, and suddenly the thought of my whole bunch of friend who daily travel through that route, and also not to forget, a person here who means the world to me traveling through the same route, was a paranoid feeling. Suddenly, this thought of them , was an amalgamation of both fear and tension. I was scared to the core, and thanks to the mobile phone I could not reach anyone of them. The news spread like fire on petrol, with speculations, about the places where the blasts took place initially. But within minutes it was clear, which were the places which were hit. And within an hour time, it was for any layman to draw up the conclusion that it was a very well coordinated activity (If anyone notices all the previous blasts in the few years, whether it was 9/11, all were well coordinated and within few minutes a series of them took place. As if the prime aim is to cause maximum mayhem).Wish if our system would have been so well coordinated. After few minutes of the blast, everyone displayed an almost maudlin concern .All the compartments were completely obliterated by the blasts .Bodies strewn everywhere, a complete chaos and a disaster. The complete system was down within minutes, as if a stop clock stopped suddenly and then again starts ticking away. Here a worth mentioning coordination - The western railways up and running within few hours (kudos to them). Within few hours there was a red alert sounded in the whole country. Although the rumors started heating up the discussions, all were later ruled out by various authorities. But one question which was lingering in every individual's mind except The Misanthrope was: ‘Who is it? ’ Whatever, Whoever, Whenever, Wherever! It is very important that the people should appear nonchalant. We all know many would have lost their lives, living behind people, who would always feel the vacuum of their presence in their life span. Many of them would be left handicapped missing those parts which were the most important part of their life, and few would have escaped unhurt. The end result, “We are here not to bow ourselves in front of these fanatics, we are here to fight them and tell them its not you, but it is us and we will Win” "The aim of life is no more to control the mind, but to develop it harmoniously; not to achieve salvation here after, but to make the best use of it here below; and not to realize truth, beauty and good only in contemplation, but also in the actual experience of daily life; social progress depends not upon the ennoblement of the few but on the enrichment of democracy; universal brotherhood can be achieved only when there is an equality of opportunity - of opportunity in the social, political and individual life." — from Bhagat Singh's prison diary, p. 124&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-115270590892298903?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/115270590892298903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=115270590892298903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115270590892298903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115270590892298903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/07/indefatigable.html' title='Indefatigable'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-115259859195109397</id><published>2006-07-11T09:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-11T11:46:32.263+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Overt and Covert</title><content type='html'>There was not a better heading which I could think of for this post. India's credulous nature has always led others to take advantage of her, but then are we really taken advantage of?  AGNI-III they said has been not successful, but then do we have any proof except media, which lends credence to this theory? India, we all agree has been the cynosure off all eyes, but then I believe that every measure both overt and covert has been taken.  India's self protection date back to the late 40's when Nehru said, "As long as the world is constituted as it is, every country will have to devise and use the latest devices for its protection. I have no doubt India will develop her scientific researches and I hope Indian scientists will use the atomic force for constructive purposes. But if India is threatened, she will inevitably try to defend herself by all means at her disposal."&lt;br /&gt;This sentence shows us that India would never bow down to anyone’s pressure and rise as a nation when it has to prove its worth. India maintains a "no-first-use" "minimum nuclear deterrent," nuclear policy in the event of war as enunciated in its Nuclear Doctrine, released in 1999. India has always surprised the world in terms of power, the last surprise though dated 8 years back when they tested their second Nuke at Pokhran.&lt;br /&gt;India tested its most advanced ballistic missile. The launch was perfect, but in between it developed a technical snag, and dropped short of its target. All eyes are on North Korea who few days back tested their intercontinental Ballistic missile and this Test went unnoticed by the International Media, and even if it was noticed, it was not covered properly. In India this was overshadowed by the small riots in Mumbai, with a political party going on a rampage.&lt;br /&gt;As if Agni III crash was not sufficient for the Indian, Insat 4c launch also failed. The main reason though for both have not been open. For the failure of Agni-III many reasons are being said, the main reason for this failure is till not known.  The whole point now being debated upon is, if the concerned authority new of the various technical drawbacks, why was the missile test fired? &lt;br /&gt;The important point here is that even though China has an advanced missile program, a successful launch of this missile would have definitely added into the Indian arsenal, a shield against the various threats and a sword to strike deep into the Eastern Asian subcontinent. This would have definitely filled the gap of the huge vacuum in the Indian arsenal, when compared with China, and also the world would have witnessed the acme of India's collection. Its time now that India should increase the tests, and the media rather than a castigation of her tests, should try to support her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-115259859195109397?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/115259859195109397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=115259859195109397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115259859195109397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115259859195109397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/07/overt-and-covert.html' title='Overt and Covert'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-115234247816801531</id><published>2006-07-08T12:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-08T12:37:58.170+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Connection with a Word Called Marketing</title><content type='html'>It was my life first interview as a sales associate, when i was in my seventh semester. They had just asked me one question, “Sell this pen to us". Loads of answers came to my mind. But then there was one answer which never came from my mind. “If i had to sell a pen to you i would have joined some company like parker, why you”Was i selected or was i not; well i was, but then its history. I have been a sort of guy who can always get people into confidence and that’s where i stand in marketing. Marketing has always been a passion in my life and i want to do it desperately, but then my luck i could not. Why i also don’t know?You never get what you want in life, its again a "Quest for Nothing". There is one thing where i have always remained constant and fixed is that about marketing, why i want to do it and what makes me the right person to do it has been answered. But then i need a so called hyped up education MBA.Responsibilities a strong word though, makes me not go for it. I was selected at IIT Kharagpur, after my Final year, for further Post Graduate and I did not go... Why? Got calls from few MBA colleges did not go.Why? Well these are few things which i have not been able to define. Well my friends often have asked me why marketing. And for that also i don’t have an answer. I still don’t know why????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-115234247816801531?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/115234247816801531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=115234247816801531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115234247816801531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115234247816801531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-connection-with-word-called_08.html' title='My Connection with a Word Called Marketing'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-115234177072454623</id><published>2006-07-08T12:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-08T12:26:10.726+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All about SSP</title><content type='html'>Dont you think that its important to know what is sardar sarovar project all about before going into the other details.An Abstract from &lt;a href="http://www.sardarsarovardam.org/"&gt;http://www.sardarsarovardam.org/&lt;/a&gt;"Arable land and fresh water are two important resources of India. India's arable land area is 30% more than that of China which is as such three times India in size - geographically. India's surface water estimated at 1952 BCM is about two-third that of China. India's northern region makes up the World's largest alluvial plane and the soils rank among the most fertile in the World.And yet India remains poor and underfed : Then, what is the handicap? It is two-fold - first our arable land is spread out stretching from Kachchh to Brahmaputra valley and from Deccan trap to planes of Punjab, while bulk of surface water sources are concentrated in about a dozen river basins; second, 80 to 90% of surface water is available only in monsoon months, and flows down the sea if not impounded. Therefore neither water nor land is utilised optimally, depriving the country of their full benefits.The Sardar Sarovar Project, or any other large water resources project for that matter, has to be viewed in this national perspective.In course of 50 years of planned economic development of our country, we have taken tremendous strides in agriculture sector. Our country which had to depend upon imports to feed even a population of 350 millions (35 crores) when we became independent, has attained a position of self sufficiency with some exportable surplus even with a population of over 1 billion (102 crores). The Sardar Sarovar Project was first conceived in the 1940s by India's first Prime Minister, Jawaharlal Nehru, but the project did not begin to become a reality until 1979. The goal of the project is to create around 3200 small, medium and large dams along the length of the river, with the Sardar Sarovar dam being the largest.Suggestions like water harnessing, small dams, watershed development etc. often flaunted by anti dam activists which may look deceptively simple, become totally irrelevant and grossly inadequate to meet such situations and for such arid areas for which transfer of water from surplus regions can only provide a real and lasting remedy. Sardar Sarovar Project is essentially a vehicle for taking plentiful waters of Narmada basin which are to-day flowing down the sea, to the water starved regions of Saurashtra, Kachchh, North Gujarat and Rajasthan. It can be compared with transfer of water from Central USA to the arid areas of West USA.Such water transfer also enables optimum use of arable land and water when they are apart from each other. While land can not be transferred, water can be flown to distant places. Otherwise land one side and water away at other place, both remain unused, unproductive. And if in face of hunger and poverty, water and land are allowed to remain separated and unused, it can be regarded as a crime against humanity! The core issue of development in a country is to manage its natural resources. And as Development Economists often say, a country is poor, not because it does not have resources, but because it does not have either will or ability to manage its resources. In Sardar Sarovar Project we have undertaken this task of managing our water resources for National interest - our food security, energy security and upgrading the quality of life - including that of people who would be required to shift from submergence areas. It is a national project in the true sence.It is intended to present the factual details and basic data relating to the project, also highlighting its multidimensional contribution to welfare of the people of the participating States - e.g. Madhya Pradesh, Maharashtra, Gujarat and Rajasthan and to the national economy.Like many other projects of developing countries from Aswan of Egypt to the Lesotho Highlands water scheme of South Africa and Tehri in India, Sardar Sarovar Project has also become a focus of a concerted international anti dam campaign, carried out by its local loyal supporters, resorting to disinformation intended to create confusion in public mind. As has happened in the case of Aswan Dam in Egypt, time will vindicate the wisdom of planners and leaders who have helped in pushing ahead with this project with determination and commitment."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-115234177072454623?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/115234177072454623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=115234177072454623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115234177072454623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115234177072454623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-about-ssp.html' title='All about SSP'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-115234155111823868</id><published>2006-07-08T12:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-08T12:22:31.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ABOUT MY ATTACHEMENT WITH NARMADA RIVER</title><content type='html'>In his Highlands of Central India Captain J. Forsyth speaks eloquently about the infinitely varied beauty of the rocks: "the eye never wearies of the ... effect produced by the broken and reflected sunlight, now glancing from a pinnacle of snow-white marble reared against the deep blue of the sky as from a point of silver, touching here and there with bright lights the prominence of the middle heights and again losing itself in the soft bluish grays of their recesses. . . Here and there the white saccharine limestone is seamed by veins of dark green or black volcanic rock; a contrast which only enhances like a setting of jet, the purity of the surrounding marble." Well I wanted to write since a long time about Narmada River. Since my childhood, there has been a special attachment with this river. Why? Well I have been staying at that place where this river, flows through one of the most beautiful gorges you would ever come across in the country. Originating from a small town called Amarkantak, this river is considered to be one of the most pure rivers in India, though the reason may sound very absurd, but then it is said that Narmada the Goddess is not married. Well leaving this apart, the river flows through the deep forest ( Sal and Bamboo ) of Madhya Pradesh , inhabited by hundreds of animals like Sambar, Cheetals , Cheetah , and quenching the thirst of millions , species present on the planet Earth (Don’t forget Human Beings are also species ) I believe that many of you would have definitely seen the Gorgeous Kareena Kapoor (I used this word because i really like her), dancing on a small raft, on the tunes of Anu Mallik and Sandeep Chowta (not sure who composed raat ka nasha). This is where Jis desh main Ganga behti hain was shot,the very same place where Rekha was pushed to her death in Khoon bhari maang and Nargis sang with Raj Kapoor in Awara.If you have ever been there then you would be amazed with the boatmen calculation of the depth of the river , starting from a mere 10 feet to a whooping 600 feet (thought i have never ever figured it out that how they calculated the depth ). Boating on a moonlit night, when the whole stretch of water is transformed into a sheet of liquid silver is a site to cherish is absolutely magical and enchanting. Not been there ask anyone in Jabalpur if you are there to take you to Bhedaghat , the holy river flows by tranquilly flanked by the towering cliffs which reflect in it like a mirror the changing moods of nature,(there are volcanic seams on these rocks of different hues – black, green, brown and sometimes pink) Narmada! I still remember, when i was small used to get reduced to a small stream of river, during the summer, but the building of the dam, not only solved the problem of water for the people living in the area around Jabalpur, but then also, gave a new hope to the people around in terms of trade when it comes to fisheries. You can see the greenery around the dam, when you cross the area. Also, a huge bridge is built over the river Narmada near Tilwaraghat, which is unique of a kind, with a road built over the canal. That is the place when we all friends , do go whenever we are at jabalpur during our vacations .Beautiful days and cool nights we all friends have spent lingering around on the Tilwaraghat Bridge shouting and don’t know doing what all not. Being so emotionally attached to the city and the river which flows through it and quench the thirst of millions of people , when we are not protesting and are not against the building of the Sardar Sarovar Project, then why the so called Social Element of this country are creating all hue and cry of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-115234155111823868?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/115234155111823868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=115234155111823868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115234155111823868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115234155111823868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/07/about-my-attachement-with-narmada.html' title='ABOUT MY ATTACHEMENT WITH NARMADA RIVER'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-115227395931177926</id><published>2006-07-07T17:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-07T17:35:59.313+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why Marketing?</title><content type='html'>Development is a part of software, where your life is confined just to the screen and the keyboard. You get to meet people during the coffee breaks. This is not ultimately what i believe in. I believe in not only delivering the best to whom i am suppose to deliver, but then i want to be the delivery man , to whom i was delivering the thing. I want to meet out people and help them get what is really good for them .Basically want to live out to the people expectations not as someone who is a part of a back office, unknown and not heard, but to meet them , help them in believing that what we deliver is the best. Building that confidence and faith , that what we would at the end of the day be helping you achieve , something which will not only be beneficial in terms of short term monetary gain, but help you to achieve what is most commonly known as the Brand Name. I know that Even though it’s just out of my field, I think that it’s in me to go out and get the required in for the firm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-115227395931177926?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/115227395931177926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=115227395931177926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115227395931177926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115227395931177926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-marketing.html' title='Why Marketing?'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-115227386018081131</id><published>2006-07-07T17:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-07T17:34:20.183+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Understanding of Marketing</title><content type='html'>My Understanding of Marketing&lt;br /&gt;1. Marketing on the internet differ from marketing in other regular medias&lt;br /&gt;First internet marketing is a part of e-commerce. What i believe is that differentiating Internet from other media will not be a reasonable one, if it is in terms of communication to the customer. How do i then differentiate it? One most common way to differentiate it from regular media is that the ease of buying option which internet marketing offers. If you are giving out a ‘3 – P (price, persistence, pleasure) product, and you have it as an advertisement on the Net, the viewer right now who is viewing that advertisement, can become the customer of the product within few minutes, and that too just on a click of mouse. With India’s growing economy and the increase in the number of internet users, Internet has become a popular media of communication and advertising. For example, the retail sector which is now the happening sector is concentrating more on youth, and the increase in the number of youth as internet users; I believe it would definitely open Internet as a bigger market. The only challenge which internet marketing has when compared from the regular media, is that of advertising through television. Though that day is not far when television will be a part of internet .I think that, coming are those days when people will believe only on Internet - Marketing.&lt;br /&gt;2.What works in marketing? Maverick behavior or meticulous planning?&lt;br /&gt;Both, they are something similar to the two sides of the coin. How? Take the 5 rupee coin, the digit 5 is the Maverick Behavior and the National emblem at the back is the one related to meticulous planning. Why?Because, the national emblem required meticulous planning to help it identify its authentication .Digit 5 is in itself a maverick behavior, what you are gaining from it!I would take up maverick behavior here because; meticulous planning is what always everyone does to survive. Maverick behavior has many words like strange, unfamiliar combinations, seems impossible to handle, etc related to it. And that’s what is needed, you need to hit it right when you have to and when you don’t feel like hitting it, then you should not. The dictionary meaning of maverick is, Being independent in thought and action or exhibiting such independence. This is what you require; you cannot borrow ideas in Marketing. You can not be repetitive in something which your competitor has already done. You need to be a maverick. (And I would love to have my call sign as ‘maverick)&lt;br /&gt;3)Why towards Marketing from a company really challenging?&lt;br /&gt;Well , the company which would target to go toward marketing , would be 2, one the company which would want to establish itself as a brand , and then other the later which has established itself as a brand and wants to sell its product as a bulk consumer , which would be another phase of marketing through advertising . What they need to target on this is youth.What i think is that if you have the youth power with you, and you are among the happening among the youth then you have the power.Well no one was born intelligent, Albert Einstein though he had an elongated piece of mind, had to work, and show the world that what he has done is worth. What i think is that if we have something good to show to the world, then it will never be tough to convince someone of what you want from them, even if it is asking then to invest a fortune in. This is something very similar to a process of an IPO, if you have enough backing to show to the investor, He will definitely not say no.&lt;br /&gt;4)Why me into marketing ?&lt;br /&gt;Rather than going in for a research, just hit the market raw, and get some deals in. I believe the company should hit the market. On the way start collecting data, analyzing it, and on a targeted date, hit the road, for the Red bull. Come out with a bang, go ahead with the data, the research and get the horns honking. This is how I believe myself as I would go ahead. I would require help in terms of other material thing, but then if I am allowed to handle something, though would not be able to immediately show results , like not would come up with a diamond in a go, but then I would definitely slowly within a span of time emerge as a go getter. But then as time flows, there are many aspects here, what I believe is that, even though something can be done alone, there are few things which cannot be done alone. I would be requiring a team to work in. There are places where obviously a team view should match, the view that should match is respecting each other views, and basically recognizing the profitable view. This would sound like something absurd but then, the point here is that i would try to build a strong team (if permitted) also on the way which would be basically divided into two categories, one who have the ability to hit the road once they are in and the other to do the research and analysis handling the risks related issues and everything, so that all the things which are vision by the team is achieved. I not only want in the end to emerge as a leader alone but what i want are the Winning strokes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-115227386018081131?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/115227386018081131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=115227386018081131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115227386018081131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115227386018081131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-understanding-of-marketing.html' title='My Understanding of Marketing'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-115227310357461076</id><published>2006-07-07T17:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-07T17:24:50.836+05:30</updated><title type='text'>India Israel justified is It ??</title><content type='html'>"India, 28 others demand end to Israeli military action"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually what is this country trying to do? I am talking about India. This is the second time when India has voted against an allied country. Allied country here I mean Israel. How do they justify this? Is this now because of Russia this time, as Russia voted in the favor of the resolution which was passed?&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you through the whole issue,&lt;br /&gt;“Agitated by the abduction of one of the Israeli soldiers by the Hamas Govt, Israel launched a military action in the Palestinian civil area on June, 25. The UN decided to send a special mission headed by the Special Rapporteur to the area for getting the details. After 2 days the session adopted a resolution on the Human right situation. Ultimately this resolution was passed and India and 28 other countries voted in favor of the same”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you back on a flashback&lt;br /&gt;“India supports the Israeli method of handling terrorism”&lt;br /&gt;"Israel Offers Support to India in Fighting Terrorism"&lt;br /&gt;"Israel-India nuclear cooperation gets attention of the region"&lt;br /&gt;"Israel assures all-out support”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does India want? Is it giving the votes in favor because they want a permanent seat in the Security Council or does it want Shashi Tharoor to get the top UN's post? What India is doing is that it trusts those aids which they should definitely not. This country should realize that in the long run they have support from few countries, Israel definitely one of them. India should be careful not to condescend to its allies. A congenial solution here would have been not voting or try to be normal.&lt;br /&gt;“A man learns by his mistake ... Hope we all do learn”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-115227310357461076?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/115227310357461076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=115227310357461076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115227310357461076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115227310357461076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/07/india-israel-justified-is-it.html' title='India Israel justified is It ??'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-115225630128050493</id><published>2006-07-07T12:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-07T12:43:19.740+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Brolly - Parasol - Umbra - Umbrella</title><content type='html'>'Rain Rain go away come again another day “Its monsoon time again. And every one have their umbrellas out. This is my 3rd monsoon in Mumbai and I just love the monsoons out here. Be it my way to office, to my girlfriends place or anywhere, i just love the way this city has always taken the monsoons. Though this time the situation is a little paranoid after the 26th July, catastrophe.&lt;br /&gt;People would really hate me if i dig into the negative side of the monsoon, as this is smeared in the media, as if it is the only thing which they have to cover. Well leave apart the negative quality. Have you ever smelled the perfume of this wet earth, the way it fills your nose with the intoxicating smell. Being in the closed 4 walls of your office and then in your small car is not what these rains are for. I hate people who love to stay in their so called air conditioned office, cars and homes during these monsoons. You ask them have you ever smelled the wet earth and, you will be amazed to hear them say in some funny accent ‘It stinks man/dude'. Well that’s the bad part.&lt;br /&gt;My way to office is somewhat something very funny which you would not see much in mumbai, one side of the road you would see big salt beds, which are normally full with rain waters during the monsoon, making you feel like a carpet of water all around you , the other side big unused green land , with tall buildings visible faraway as if trying to envelope everything around you. What it tries to depict is a competition between the Man and Nature. Who knows who will win?&lt;br /&gt;Even though mumbai is a concrete jungle, you would love the small brooks formation on the various hills around the city which makes it lively, contradicting the dull illogical designed concrete structure of this city. I have not tried to cover the Arabian Sea here as that would be a complete injustice to the beauty torridness of both the torrential rains and the Arabian Sea. I will definitely try to cover that in my next blog….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-115225630128050493?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/115225630128050493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=115225630128050493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115225630128050493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115225630128050493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/07/brolly-parasol-umbra-umbrella.html' title='Brolly - Parasol - Umbra - Umbrella'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29928221.post-115225072089595010</id><published>2006-07-07T11:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-13T13:52:04.796+05:30</updated><title type='text'>'Reticent' Are We !!!</title><content type='html'>Having written all those stupid and no-sense blogs, it seems like a real time waste. I was never been leveraged upon by anything in my life , but then now it seems more like a umbrage to me and my life that i have been so sporadic in my daily activities. Insipid - Would be a very good word to call life. Very monotonous and the Salacious part is obviously missing. I was just glancing across my old school magazine and to be honest it was amazingly very nostalgic. It seems that we have been vanquished by our daily life and we are forgetting what we actually are made for. Though this argument may seem arcane to those who are not working, but then now every one has become brazen about the whole affair , whether its politics , whether it is sports or whatever. It is definitely being shown here of our ceding authority to them. Them!! ‘them’ here is a strong word and basically covers a very big community. What we do is just commiserate with the losers on their defeat. We all know that they, in the past, not taken cognizance of any protest unless there has been some show of violence. Leave apart being a colossus of this movement are we even a small part of it? Is it really a thing to be cogitated upon before giving up? Even if we do this, we always put forward some cogent reasons not to anyone else, but ourselves for abandoning the plan. The cardinal member of us is missing, it has been lost!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29928221-115225072089595010?l=lifepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/feeds/115225072089595010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29928221&amp;postID=115225072089595010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115225072089595010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29928221/posts/default/115225072089595010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepickle.blogspot.com/2006/07/reticent-are-we.html' title='&apos;Reticent&apos; Are We !!!'/><author><name>Padfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522420401800163733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
