<?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-24125071</id><updated>2012-01-25T09:07:36.478+05:30</updated><title type='text'>matters</title><subtitle type='html'>things that matter things that dont</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24125071.post-4385962865366885750</id><published>2010-08-04T13:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-04T13:30:33.545+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts while writing my SOP</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;I believe what makes each one of us special is whether we can stick to our own beliefs , if we can realize what defines us is not our position but the people who are around, not be lonely at the top but make room from people who care. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;In a span of 60-70 years it is easy lose sight and make compromises in the belief that this is best for me even though I may not truly want it &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Whether what I do is something that truly drives me ? or is it just a tradeoff for more money,brand value?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;If I still have that child alive in me that gets excited at small things , goes at lengths in pursuit of trivial stuff , can still say things straight from the heart and whose voice hasn’t been lost with years of being politically correct&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Are my kids as close to me as I am to my parents or am I just a career woman?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Life to me is made up of many elements: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Work, People , Money , Fame and me- the individual. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;I define my life by just : If I am happy and do I still find time to make other people happy &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Rest all I believe are by products of these two objectives.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=24125071"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-4385962865366885750?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/4385962865366885750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=4385962865366885750' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/4385962865366885750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/4385962865366885750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-thoughts-whil-ewriting-my-sop.html' title='Random thoughts while writing my SOP'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24125071.post-7578137969841680735</id><published>2009-12-06T00:55:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-06T01:05:34.675+05:30</updated><title type='text'>If Only...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=24125071"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i face="'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If only I could cross your ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i face="'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;without feeling the puncture of your teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i face="'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If only I could drown myself than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i face="'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to let you pull me beneath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i face="'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If only my sadness had a voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i face="'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and could tell you how it felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i face="'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If only I could love you enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i face="'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to make your icy heart melt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i face="'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If only I could just walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i face="'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and let nothing hold me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i face="'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If only you couldn’t make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i face="'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;do anything you ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i face="'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If only I hadn’t lost myself in anguish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i face="'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and didn’t have  to apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i face="'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If only you hadn’t lied to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i face="'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and make me my own false disguise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i face="'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If only there were no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i face="'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;‘if only’s between us anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i face="'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If only we could have gone back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i face="'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to the way we were before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i face="'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-7578137969841680735?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/7578137969841680735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=7578137969841680735' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/7578137969841680735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/7578137969841680735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-only.html' title='If Only...'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24125071.post-3881079294758534858</id><published>2009-11-15T21:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:54:17.265+05:30</updated><title type='text'>..................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=24125071"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p class="chorus" style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.35em; margin-left: 2em; white-space: pre; "&gt;my face becomes blank as my mind i hold on, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="chorus" style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.35em; margin-left: 2em; white-space: pre; "&gt;but i'm falling my fingers twitch,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="chorus" style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.35em; margin-left: 2em; white-space: pre; "&gt; you're slipping i feel you start to drift &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="chorus" style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.35em; margin-left: 2em; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="verse" style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.35em; margin-left: 1em; white-space: pre; "&gt; you're getting away, and i'm only askin you to stay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="verse" style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.35em; margin-left: 1em; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="chorus" style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.35em; margin-left: 2em; white-space: pre; "&gt;give up a life you may not love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="chorus" style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.35em; margin-left: 2em; white-space: pre; "&gt; for one you will not like&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="chorus" style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.35em; margin-left: 2em; white-space: pre; "&gt; my fist clenches around your slender hand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="chorus" style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.35em; margin-left: 2em; white-space: pre; "&gt; your splinter eyes meet mine &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="verse" style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.35em; margin-left: 1em; white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="verse" style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.35em; margin-left: 1em; white-space: pre; "&gt;you're getting away, and i'm only askin you to stay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="verse" style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.35em; margin-left: 1em; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="verse" style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.35em; margin-left: 1em; white-space: pre; "&gt; It isn't a big deal, but somehow all &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="verse" style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.35em; margin-left: 1em; white-space: pre; "&gt; the world hangs on us tonight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="verse" style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.35em; margin-left: 1em; white-space: pre; "&gt; my fist clenches - the walls come down &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="verse" style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.35em; margin-left: 1em; white-space: pre; "&gt; splinters enter sinner's eyes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="verse" style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.35em; margin-left: 1em; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="verse" style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0.35em; margin-left: 1em; white-space: pre; "&gt; you're getting away, and i'm only askin you to stay. &lt;/p&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-3881079294758534858?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/3881079294758534858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=3881079294758534858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/3881079294758534858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/3881079294758534858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-face-becomes-blank-as-my-mind-i-hold.html' title='..................'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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-24125071.post-6520542883301400906</id><published>2009-09-04T15:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-04T15:44:19.731+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>A Spark becomes a flame, flame becomes a fire. And then another blows it out and erases your desires. Watch the weather change, my fragile mind, in flames. And then another blows it out, so who am I to blame?....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-6520542883301400906?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/6520542883301400906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=6520542883301400906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/6520542883301400906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/6520542883301400906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2009/09/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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-24125071.post-1367038728218003030</id><published>2008-06-25T16:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-25T16:35:59.842+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In Vogue..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.magmypic.com/uploads/4/21/421dc1df4455930b2be76cca07317e82_VAGUE_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Create &lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com"&gt;Fake Magazine Covers&lt;/a&gt; with your own picture at &lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com"&gt;MagMyPic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a border=0 href="http://www.gigyamailbutton.com/wildfire/gigyamailbutton.ashx?url=aHR*cDovL3d3dy5naWd5YS5jb2*vd2lsZGZpcmUvd2Zwb3AuYXNweD9tb2R1bGU9ZW1haWwmdXJsPWh*dHAlM*ElMkYlMkZ3d3clMkVtYWdteXBpYyUyRWNvbSUyRmdldGNvZGU=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.gigya.com/wildfire/i/includeShareButton.gif" border="0" width="60" height="20" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxNDM5MTkyMTA3OCZwdD*xMjE*MzkxOTQ5NDg*JnA9NTQ3ODEmZD1wYXJ*bmVyK2RhdGEmbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-1367038728218003030?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/1367038728218003030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=1367038728218003030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/1367038728218003030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/1367038728218003030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-vogue.html' title='In Vogue..!'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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-24125071.post-6513700449492250379</id><published>2008-03-20T15:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-20T16:09:16.220+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mai aur mere Kanjoos dost</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Snippets from my life :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Legend : *  at the end indiactes sentence will be    completed later * at begining ... well  the completion. &lt;br /&gt;Other such notes are self explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey mera birthday aa raha hai.&lt;br /&gt;Friend(F): Yeah yaad hai. Treat de rahi ho na. (besharam*)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yep sure (c i am good) Gift de rahe ho na.( * besharam gift toh do ). Aisa karna&lt;br /&gt;Swiss choclates bhej dena (this frnd is in swiss land)&lt;br /&gt;F : Hmm yar choclates raste mei melt ho jayenge (read: wat an idea )&lt;br /&gt;ME: Yar Fridge mei rakh lenge. Tu bhej toh (Hehehe.. i kno i'm a jenius)&lt;br /&gt;F: (thinkin: wat an idea flop..!!) Yar courier will be costlier than&lt;br /&gt;choclates (HMM..Ab sachai samne aayi)&lt;br /&gt;ME: Hmm.. but its my birthday..&lt;br /&gt;F: Toh Kya Chocloate day toh nahi na.. ( C so much for my bde)&lt;br /&gt;ME: (Ever so adjusting Anu) Okie ek e card hi bhej dena..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now aint my blog title perfect...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Watch out this space for more such snippets from my life as the birthday week follows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-6513700449492250379?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/6513700449492250379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=6513700449492250379' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/6513700449492250379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/6513700449492250379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2008/03/mai-aur-mere-kanjoos-dost.html' title='Mai aur mere Kanjoos dost'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24125071.post-4106619755438879079</id><published>2008-03-20T12:33:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-20T15:18:42.845+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holi</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Another Day in office ... The prospect of a three day weekend starting tomorrow makes it special though.. The coming saturday is holi.. Hmm.. Nothin to look forward for it this year.. No going home.. Bangalore it seems has lost the entusiasm and essence of celebration. Maybe people here are too tired after th gruelling office hours to celebrate. Nothing apart from the " New Year" it seems has painted the town red in the past 7 months of my stay in blore. All the festivals umm.. seems no one cares . A ture &lt;strong&gt;*cosmopolitan*&lt;/strong&gt; city where life just goes on n all u do is sleep on holidays. Too much contemplative am i..? Maybe just the feelings of someone stayin away from home first time and that too on occassions which are grandly celebrated back there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Again I've done nothin much since the mornin .Just finished off with the manuals n fixin the minor issues and waiting as usual each day for the project to end (ever since the last xpected date nov. 19th). I have been tryin to enable POP3 access to my yahoo mail.. turns out i need a premium account for it. or maybe the fact that yahoo mail is blocked. Anyways if anyone knows how to make me work . Do let me kno.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And yeah Happy holi everyone.. Wishing all of you have a blast . It really was so much fun bck in hostel.. Coaxing people to play holi and throwing colored water in their rooms.Hope u have a great time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-4106619755438879079?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/4106619755438879079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=4106619755438879079' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/4106619755438879079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/4106619755438879079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-holi.html' title='Happy Holi'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24125071.post-8779065929023543434</id><published>2008-03-11T17:02:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-11T17:27:55.450+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yeah again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yeah i am back again.. after just an interavle of 2 hrs...I have done absolutely nothing in office today other than tryin to uplaod a background image for my blog n changin my blog template.. well i also have written two posts.. So its not nothin that i have done.. anyways i was also helped by the fact that apps access was denied to my port.. But i failed.. i failed to change a background image of my blog.. Not because i was unable to edit HTML code .. i tried with 4 different pics ( My collegue here is so pissed of givin reviews for the background he suggested my earlier COldFusion obsession was way better) .. but because i have no pics..!! Nothing at all wich fits the blogger background.. The only thing that i have n works as background is the APPS error screenshots.. Nd can u beive i got a 7.1 mp camera.. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohh ya n i also tried using pallavi's picassa pic.. That dint work either.. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-8779065929023543434?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/8779065929023543434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=8779065929023543434' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/8779065929023543434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/8779065929023543434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2008/03/yeah-again.html' title='Yeah again..'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24125071.post-284306041898526386</id><published>2008-03-11T14:12:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-11T17:30:22.619+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Musings..</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Its been long since i blogged realy long.. 7 months into work life now.. good or Bad i dunno.. My friends would say that best.. They have born the brunt of my mood swings.. But what raelly prompted me too write was not the way my life has changed in the past 7 months but a post of a really good friend.. An extract from from "King Arthur's Socks and Other Village Plays".. talkin about the feeling which i have closely identifeid myself with at times.. Something which makes us hurting the people whom we care for most.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;SHE:"I know you hate me. You have a right to. Not just because I wasfaithless - but because I was cruel. I don't want to excuse myself - butI didn't know what I was doing. I didn't realize I was hurting you.Yes. I've said that before. And you've answered me that thatexcuse might hold for the first time, but not for the second and thethird. You've convicted me of deliberate cruelty on that.And I've never had anything to say. I couldn't say anything, becausethe truth was; too preposterous. It wasn't any use telling it before.But now I want you to know the real reason...... Something I've never confessed to you. Yes. It is true that I wascruel to you - deliberately. I did want to hurt you. And do you knowwhy? I wanted to shatter that Olympian serenity of yours. You were toostrong, too self-confident. You had the air of a being that nothingcould hurt. You were like a god."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HE: "That was a long time ago. Was I ever Olympian? I had forgotten it.You succeeded very well - you shattered it in me."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SHE: "You are still Olympian. And I still hate you for it. I wish Icould make you suffer now. But I have lost my power to do that.You sit there - making phrases. Oh, I have hurt you a little; but youwill recover. You always recovered quickly. You are not human.If you were human, you would remember that we once were happy,and be a little sorry that all that is over. But you can't be sorry.You have made up your mind, and can think of nothing but that.I wonder if I can't make you understand. Do you rememberwhen we fell in love?No - it happened to me. It didn't happen to you. You made up yourmind and walked in, with the air of a god on a holiday. It was I whofell - headlong, dizzy, blind. I didn't want to love you. It was a forcetoo strong for me. It swept me into your arms. I prayed against it. Ihad to give myself to you, even though I knew you hardly cared. I hadto - for my heart was no longer in my own breast. It was in your hands,to do what you liked with. You could have thrown it in the dust...... It pleased you not to. You put it in your pocket. But don't yourealize what it is to feel that another person has absolute power overyou? No, for you have never felt that way. You have never been utterlydependent on another person for happiness. I was utterly dependent onyou. It humiliated me, angered me. I rebelled against it, but it wasno use. You see, my dear, I was in love with you. And you were free,and your heart was your own, and nobody could hurt you...... When I found it out, I could hardly believe it. It wasn'tpossible. Why, you had said a thousand times that you would not bejealous if I were in love with some one else, too. It was you who putthe idea in my head. It seemed a part of your super-humanness.... And when I first realized that it might be hurting you - thatyou were human after all - I stopped. You know I stopped.Can't you understand? I stopped because I thought you were aperson like myself, suffering like myself. It wasn't easy to stop. Ittore me to pieces. But I suffered rather than let you suffer. But whenI saw you recover your serenity in a day while the love that I hadstruck down in my heart for your sake cried out in a death agony formonths, I felt again that you were superior, inhuman - and I hated youfor it."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HE: "Did I deceive you so well as that?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SHE: "And when the next time came, I wanted to see if it was real, thisgodlike serenity of yours. I wanted to tear off the mask. I wanted tosee you suffer as I had suffered. And that is why I was cruel to youthe second time."(She bursts into tears, and sinks to the floor, with her head on thechair, sheltered by her arms. Then she looks up.)"If you were human, you would know that there is a differencebetween one's last love and all that have gone before. There willbe no more joy or pain of love for me. You do notbelieve that. But that part of me which loves is dead. Do you think Ihave come through all this unhurt? No. I cannot hope any more, I cannot believe. There is nothing left for me. All I have left is regret forthe happiness that you and I have spoiled between us... Oh, why didyou ever teach me your Olympian philosophy? Why did you make methink that we were gods and could do whatever we chose? If we hadrealized that we were only weak human beings, we might have saved ourhappiness!... I don't care. I no longer know what the truth is. Ionly know that I am filled with remorse for what has happened. Why did it happen? Why did we let it happen? Why didn't you stop me? ... Iwant it back!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Floyd Dell, "Enigma. A Domestic Conversation"(from "King Arthur's Socks and Other Village Plays")&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am sorry to all who i have been rude.. mostly at times to see that you care.. Sorry ( specially to someone who has stood by me at all times ) and please if i ever do it again " Stop Me, Dont Let it happen"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-284306041898526386?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/284306041898526386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=284306041898526386' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/284306041898526386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/284306041898526386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2008/03/musings.html' title='Musings..'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24125071.post-5521210702472187621</id><published>2007-12-19T09:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-04T16:40:45.825+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why we are the way we are....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blank&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Games Indians play... a book wich attempts to to explain the “Indianness” of us Indians.. started Reading this book nd i thot here's another attempt at india bashing.. why are we so cynical i mean look we are doin well in all d fronts.. economy growin leaps n bounds.. markets rising india is the place to invest the world is noticing India.. but we leave no opportunity to demean ourselves.. but alas..!! how true does it turn out to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blank&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We indians who happen to be perhaps the most intelligent people in the world, but also, to a dispassionate eye, among the most baffling and so true are the questions raised... Why are we a nation that is individually so smart and collectively so naive? Why do we mistake talk for action? Why is our self-worth massaged only if we have the ‘authority’ to break rules? Why are we among the world’s most corrupt? Why do we jump red lights? Why do we dump our garbage at the neighbour’s doorstep? And slowly i begin to realize that the author isn't just being pessimistic but infact all he says is true".. In fact every single day going n coming back from office reinforces the concept of "Indianess" wich the author proposes Perhaps thats wat bangalore traffic does to u. I want to reach back home early.. so does every1 else wat do we do.. Break the lanes.. coz the other lane hardly has any traffic.. but alas.. we all kno that there is a pt where we have to merge nd ther's 2 way traffic.. end result for the 10 min wait we wud have had in d lanes we spent 30 min waitin for the traffic 2 clear.. no wonder a 15km ride takes 1.5 hrs on average days forget heavy traffic days.. the govt too has kept its eyes closed infrasturcture marathalli old madras road whitefield all are excellent examples.. swanking offc buildin on both sides of d road nd dirt n girth in d name of road.... but no less are we to blame.. how often than not we break the law.. Ah its live n let live for individuals but all suffer as d society when you try to follow the law, what you get to hear is the unfriendly slangs.. Bangaloreans are good in making even the best piece of engineering as the worst... It's just our attitude towards a cheating vendor to our attitude in a joint venture; from our tearing off a page from a library book to the way we leave our public toilets.. shrugging off any guilt to "that's how every1 does it.. what diff wud i make.. ?" ...In How often have i made decisions thinking.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"that's wat evry1 else does, Why shudn't i..?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Perhaps that's what we all are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*argumentative* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;indians.. very intelligent, however &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;making decisions that will benefit us in the immediate future, versus for long term satisfaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;... Sad the author says that the land which gave Gita now itself cannot "do the right thing" a cocept wich game theory confirmes ( c-c behaviour) so as to maximize gains both for oneself as well as for the society... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Takin a cue is this Lead India ad campaign..how very apt.. ..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAe_bZGqU1g&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAe_bZGqU1g&amp;amp;amp"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/FAe_bZGqU1g&amp;amp;amp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; "Tum chalo... to hindustan chale..." so beautifully made that I just had to post it here! The message is conveyed in such a subtle and simple way....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-5521210702472187621?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/5521210702472187621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=5521210702472187621' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/5521210702472187621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/5521210702472187621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-we-are-way-we-are.html' title='Why we are the way we are....'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24125071.post-9080179596564980192</id><published>2007-10-12T15:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-29T15:04:59.240+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Xciting times infinte possiblities..</title><content type='html'>Warning: Spoiler ahead.. article does not talk about the exciting carrer oppurtunities in india nor about how at 60 india is the most exciting.. neither does it talk about any of the political, economical, financial possiblities or scenarios..&lt;br /&gt;in fact it may not talk about anything exciting at all except for the overuse of the word exciting..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Exciting time: &lt;br /&gt;4 30 no almost 5 in the evening.. friday evening .. city:Bangalore...&lt;br /&gt;doesnt it sound exciting if it doesnt yet..let me present some facts&lt;br /&gt;well.. third richest country in the nation... highest no of pubs.. blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;in short one of the most happening places in  india..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooty,coorg,mysore closeby.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie buffs&lt;br /&gt;Friday 17th october: movies released Bhool Bhuliya, Laga Chunari mei Daag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goin out wih frnds(*blush*blush*)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinite possiblities.. well the above sure suggest some of them but no no do not be mislead. Not so long back in 12th standard in a sub subject of physics called modern physics.. it was taught to souls like me that the possibility of nothin is 0.. It may be infinetly small but a possibilty exists that a ball can tunnel thru a wall..&lt;br /&gt;I never realised then that it is soooooo modern.. n how soon oofc would tunnel into my lil world.. givin room to no other possibilites so in this excitin time.. but to njoy the nite life  here in offc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it aint that bad also.. as half day is over yet(yeah i leave at 3 so its just noon)...so by the tym i leave i njoy immunity from the pollution n the notorious traffic of blore.. umm am in touch with ppl all around the globe ( yep every1 comes ol in my gtlak list.. seems i've conquered the time differeneces.. :) ).&lt;br /&gt;N most of all have started stayin up in nite(njoyin it too)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****btw title chori ka hai.. buzz me for the secret&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-9080179596564980192?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/9080179596564980192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=9080179596564980192' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/9080179596564980192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/9080179596564980192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2007/10/xciting-times-infinte-possiblities.html' title='Xciting times infinte possiblities..'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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-24125071.post-2184401560392452344</id><published>2007-09-27T20:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:03:49.182+05:30</updated><title type='text'>[IF]</title><content type='html'>[IF] &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you can keep your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,&lt;br /&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you&lt;br /&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too,&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,&lt;br /&gt;Or being hated, don't give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt;And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:&lt;br /&gt;If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,&lt;br /&gt;If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster&lt;br /&gt;And treat those two impostors just the same;&lt;br /&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,&lt;br /&gt;And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt;And never breath a word about your loss;&lt;br /&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,&lt;br /&gt;If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;&lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much,&lt;br /&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;br /&gt;And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Rudyard Kipling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-2184401560392452344?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/2184401560392452344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=2184401560392452344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/2184401560392452344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/2184401560392452344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2007/09/if.html' title='[IF]'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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-24125071.post-3840416186318876888</id><published>2007-09-24T12:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:18:35.839+05:30</updated><title type='text'>That was</title><content type='html'>Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;It's such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be this hard&lt;br /&gt;Oh take me back to the start"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe thats y they say there is a song for every occasion.. n doesnt it keep meddling with ur heart... If life were just like this video where u cud rewind n relive all those moments again... O i so much wish i cud go back to that life.. &lt;br /&gt;I still vividly remember the day i first entered coll.. it sure is an imposing sight .&lt;br /&gt;The main building emerging out of the thick growth of trees.. Heh how much i din't wanna go to this place nd now when i hv finally left it how much i wanna go back again... to the same hostel with ridiculous restrictions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has changed.. a student to a corporate life.. wat transitions..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-3840416186318876888?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/3840416186318876888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=3840416186318876888' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/3840416186318876888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/3840416186318876888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2007/09/nobody-said-it-was-easy-its-such-shame.html' title='That was'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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-24125071.post-6398580359893495836</id><published>2007-06-11T11:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-11T14:14:21.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Guten Tag :)</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.. ever wondered what orkut can do to you.... well some people are actually crazy n go overboard in pestering people to increase their scrap count n some people are soo sweet that they oblige to these demented minds . So this post here is dedicated to a very very dear frnd of mine Sheekhu who actually took the pains to write down a story in my scrap buk to increase the count nd in the process startd enjoyin so much that she is thankful to me that i made her discover n an alternative proffession n she cud as well hit the news stand with a bestseller of her own. So people in the net few yrs or so if u find a new author on the blocks whose books top the bestseller charts u kno who to thank :D (me of course ) for unleashin such a creative genius. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene : An ordinary day mundane things happenin . Anu as usual has nothing to do n so is whiling away her time orkuttin.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Sheekha is busy with mining of data , trying to reduce the dimensionality of data with neural networks( ?? ) in china. &lt;br /&gt;Anu here is has a new found craze of learnin german hence gtalk status msg : GUTEN TAG. Sheekha suddenly notices it n hence begins a story...&lt;br /&gt;S : koi german pasand aa gaya hai kya..?? GUTEN TAG eh.. ?? naam kya hai chokre ka...??&lt;br /&gt;A : yup ( battling eyelashes.. )... Nedermeyer acha naam hai na.. :)&lt;br /&gt;S: yuck wat a name!! log bol bhi nahi payenge..!! u cudnt find ne1 else kya...&lt;br /&gt;A: lol sheekha wats in a name n cum 2 think of it i'll learn a new lang..&lt;br /&gt;S: gawwdd..!!! then go find a french n ho i can help u findin a chinese here .&lt;br /&gt;A ( visibly hurt ):he is my soul mate *sobs * sobs*&lt;br /&gt;S (meek acceptence) :okay okay never mind ill call him laddu then.. haha name has many subsets..u sure its just 1 person n u hvnt found luv in all of them..!!&lt;br /&gt;A : buhooooo.......&lt;br /&gt;so much for hurtin me ab mera 700 scraps karo else ill never forgive u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N hence began the story of Nedermeyer.&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer : The story is purely an item of fiction and any resemblence whatsoever to any person dead or live is purely coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Once upon a time thr lived in a small province of India a sweet and simple girl unknown to the maladies and prejudices existing in the big wide world outside.....&lt;br /&gt;the little girl.....radha....lost in her own little world of dolls and sweets wudnt hve ever dreamt the future tht was destined to her......Blissfully ignorant of all those dark forces contriving against she grew up to be a beautiful young lady soft hearted and cheerful....and the admirers she had....ready to die for one glimpse of tht charming smile...But thr was not a single one among these 4r whom her heart wud skip a beat.....4r whose attention she wud love to seek.....no not here....not a single person.....alas tht desire to seek thy true love......made her leave the small valley of haapiness....n she went out with three pair of clothes a ring and two pair of shoes to seek her destiny......her true love....acroos seven oceans and the mountains.....he litlle princess went....but alas.....nowhere could she find him....whr was he??? disappointed and tired......drained of every penny and also probably every hope.....and nowhere to go......she took shelter under a leafy willow tree admidst the forest of rudgeria in the east coast of germany....Soon she was wandering in the comfortin lands of dreams....but today she saw something else....something....no someone she had been seekin so long....yes she saw him.....she awoke with a start.....and found herself staring at a man fair and handsome....who was starin...ohhh... right at her face....Yes this was the man she saw in her dreams....but who washe....and how did he find her....suddenly feeling shy....she cudnt muster enough courage to ask all these.....and went red at her own thoughts........there was a charm a fire an attraction.....that cudnt be said in words....unspoken they said everything....they felt it all.....they guy Arnsah Nedermeyer was a doctor in the kings army. There lay a painful irony infront.....he had just been summoned by the king.....to be a general....in the impendin war of the seven nations......jst met and time had come to say farewell....how cruel....after all the pains and so long a wait....jst for this one moment.....The they had an idea....they'll learn....learn the new ways of life.....n no they wont bid each other a teary gudbye...thrilled with wat had just dawned on them.....they lovingly created gmail id's just for one another......no they will never create an orkut homepage....never.....they did want nyone else in their life....jst the two of them......n thus they entered a whole new world.....a world of homepages n emoticons.....he was thr in the war.....but every nite wud write her a mail.....of course the warfield was wi-fi enabled and he had used all his savings to buy two laptops....one he had gifted to radha......Radha....eagely awaited those mails and dutifully replied to each and everone....but something was bothering her....&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Wat was botherin the lil princess... Will their luv be able 2 conquer the distances.. Will this be an happily ever after story.... What happens next....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued..&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n yes for my dear sheekhu any time u r free (coz im utterly jobless ) we can continue with this new found obsession. ( J.K. Rowling in the making. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-6398580359893495836?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/6398580359893495836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=6398580359893495836' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/6398580359893495836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/6398580359893495836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2007/06/guten-tag.html' title='Guten Tag :)'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24125071.post-3241453565424167040</id><published>2007-06-02T18:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:24:43.353+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shani ki shaam</title><content type='html'>hmm.. seems shani (saturn for the angrez out here ) is showin its &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;asar &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(effect.. warnin 4 angrez out here many more hindi words ahead n translations may not follow ) even on me... now how else cud u justify the updation of a perennially updated blog coinciding with the "Grand alignment " all the six planets in line... oh or is it varun ( nepute... astro &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nomy/logy&lt;/span&gt; gyaan.. :D)i really dunno(star news ko call karna padega).. or rather ask india Tv which is analysing the true cause of Gujjar violence.. ( O dear politicians not ur fault at all it the heavens conspiring against u.. reservations sc quotas false promises these r trivial issues.. what cud u do wen the planets vo bhi 1 nahi 6... r all gettin in one line 2de.... ) or rather shud i ask aaj tak as the lady questions the ever so great jyotishacharyaji .. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mere pati ka promotion nahi hua kaafi dino se&lt;/span&gt; ans : distribute food n clothes among brahmins, sunday ka vrat bhi rakhein ( husband wondering do i go to office or not.. :-? ). Forget about the fact that it happens once in 20 yrs n today we wud be able 2 see it with naked eyes n forget about the sheer beauty of the site forget the marvels of god the science o planets ur bad wat all shit u do gujjar violence , no promotion , dissolution of super 30 n a pending offer letter ( i still havent got my joinin dates .. help help.. !!! ) My life is not determined by my actions but your postions so align yourself favorably do what i may....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. my sincerest apologies to star news for breaching the copyright laws... ( title choori ka hai )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-3241453565424167040?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/3241453565424167040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=3241453565424167040' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/3241453565424167040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/3241453565424167040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2007/06/shani-ki-shaam.html' title='Shani ki shaam'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24125071.post-756075765540719157</id><published>2007-02-01T17:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-01T17:55:51.560+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ME MYSELF n My FOOLISHNESS</title><content type='html'>there are some ppl in this world who do not desrve anythin.......  who r careless, irresponsible, frustratingly annoyin, terribly awkward.... nd all the awful adjectives u can thnk of. nd the queen of all such ppl wud be MEEE... yup thats all ME. This might not the ideal update after a gap of 2-3 months but lately my life has been uneventful.. jobless after gettin a  job... ironical indeed.. but today i lost 1600 bucks !!! yup lost it..... u might thnk how sm1 can b that careless... i thnk i can gv lessons... at least that might help me recover some money.. nd then i wudnt hv 2 starve this month... I still cant figure out where i lost the cash . I took the money out of the atm... went to this shop... but cudnt hv my purpose fulfilled thn returnd bck.... nd then i check my pockets 4 money its not thr... I even went bck to the places i had gone n chkd twice but i cudnt find it....... man i am hopeless ....:((&lt;br /&gt;But lemme try to luk at the bright side.. i might start likin mess food havin no money to eat out, might actually get over my addiction of tea/coffee ( even that costs 5 rs!!!),find alternative uses of my cellphone...( well it has a fm capability some games also nd many othr features i may discover..)nd am actually updatin my blog coz of the lost cash..&lt;br /&gt;timers beepin bye 4 now nd ny1 in 4 lessons do srop cmmnts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-756075765540719157?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/756075765540719157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=756075765540719157' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/756075765540719157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/756075765540719157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2007/02/me-myself-n-my-foolishness.html' title='ME MYSELF n My FOOLISHNESS'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24125071.post-6547540898132528469</id><published>2006-10-14T23:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-14T23:43:13.695+05:30</updated><title type='text'>lagey raho.... a thought</title><content type='html'>Shaher ki es daud me daud ke karna kya hai?&lt;br /&gt;Jab yehi jeena hai dosto to phir marna kya hai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paheli barish me train late hone ki fikr hai&lt;br /&gt;Bhul gaye bhigte hue tahelna kya hai?&lt;br /&gt;Serails ke kirdaaro ka saara haal hai malum&lt;br /&gt;par maa ka haal puchhne ki fursat kise hai?&lt;br /&gt;Ab ret pe nage pao tahelte kyu nahi?&lt;br /&gt;108 hai chanel phir dil bahelte kyu nahi?&lt;br /&gt;Internet ki duniya ke to touch me hai,&lt;br /&gt;lekin pados me kon raheta hai jaante tak nahi.&lt;br /&gt;Mobile, Landline sab ki bharmaar hai,&lt;br /&gt;Lekin jigri dost tak pahuche aise taar kaha hai?&lt;br /&gt;Kab dubte hue suraj ko dekha tha yaad hai?&lt;br /&gt;Kab jaana tha shaam ka woh banana kya hai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Dosto Shaher ki es daud me daud ke karna kya hai&lt;br /&gt;Jab yahi jeena hai to phir Marna kya hai?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-6547540898132528469?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/6547540898132528469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=6547540898132528469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/6547540898132528469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/6547540898132528469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2006/10/lagey-raho-thought.html' title='lagey raho.... a thought'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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-24125071.post-4349532684771993465</id><published>2006-09-22T00:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-22T01:13:05.745+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Neend neend.. whr r u??</title><content type='html'>I am starting this post because I don't feel sleepy . I will just type out stuff about my day. I hope to fall asleep on the keyboard doing it . I hope you too fall asleep reading it . Make sure you don't drool in your sleep . The saliva may screw up your keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;So wat did i do 2de. HAd a class at 8 50 was late as usual..;) . But behold sir was in his usual mood..(wich mimplies nt in d mood 2 teach..) His fav pastime to gt hold f sum bakra/bakri . So 2de was "10 minutes on kalaam" day reason: a guy had looong hair......... nd his inspiration fot it APJ KALAM......... nd wud u blv the proff  actually fell for it ... :D&lt;br /&gt;Then my luv (ATM card) calld me.......... how cud i resist sunna hi pada paise nikale nd went out 2 eat.... nd that too grandly.........actaully wasted experimenting.........putting up a brave face in front of my frnds hvin d drink i ordred wen i actually hated it( uugghh..). Named "caffine kick" surely did kick my wallet.... the darkest blackest coffee u can thnk of......Added suagar to sweeten up the bitter thng .. nopes it still the same. Another satchet of sugar .. still the same... another one ....... no improvement.... Nd so i finally gulped it down not troublin d waiter nemore for more sugar packs... &lt;br /&gt; But i feel i ve been spendin too much the "andar ki achchi bacchi" inside me has woken up.. nd decided nt to touch the ATM before a specified date and save daddys hard earned money . And the side effects have been quite stirring. My cell balance &lt;br /&gt;(i shud rather not mention it.....). I am fine as long as I talk to people who call me up. Bt missd calls........No more coffee nd canteen trips for me .. ( cn brk the rule for treats tho...:)..) &lt;br /&gt;SO ppl plz click on my google ads... nd help me earn money..&lt;br /&gt;I am also researchin "ways of makin money online" so tips ne1 ur welcome bt i might charge for that 2...:P. &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm......... i still dont feel sleepy bt i think since ive decided to save dads money i shud  go offline now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-4349532684771993465?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/4349532684771993465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=4349532684771993465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/4349532684771993465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/4349532684771993465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2006/09/neend-neend-whr-r-u.html' title='Neend neend.. whr r u??'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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-24125071.post-115843715768032256</id><published>2006-09-17T00:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-17T11:00:48.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BORED</title><content type='html'>I am bored........ BORED to death ........ so wat do u do wen u r bored...... turn on the TV ........ ya thats exacly wat i did ..........so wat do v hv on TV this weekend ( weekend special as they say)&lt;br /&gt;muv shall v try hmmmmmmmm...... sony zooming KHALNAYAK ugh ........ max KARAN ARJUN ugggggggggh........ enough lets flip off to news channels  at least sm1 national nd international happenings will help me gt ovr india s dismal performance ( is dis d reason of my pakau mood )SO wat do v have thr........ well the biggest news of the hour ideally shud hv been indo pak talks bt no no no no( sing song )AAJ TAK is so happy showin "monu k peche padi nagin".......... sms kare 2424 par ki monu ko kaise bachae...... uuuggggggggghhhhhhh...... KILL the snake that is wat i suggest..... &lt;br /&gt;zee news "Krishna ki poshak bar bawaal" ........... star news "Shahrukh , Aamir par jari hua FATWA..." ..... nd believe it or not these r all *breaking news* with live coverge &lt;br /&gt;i mean is this a dumb n dumber contest....."CUBA " any1.....&lt;br /&gt;But y am bored ........ maybe coz i am sad (?) wud u believe me sad (ha ha)...... Nd now y am i sad for no reasons at all.Hmmm. wat all have i done in the past few weeks.. Messed up my midsems... badly. Done nothin on my project front.. bt then im in final yr so thts ok...  Nd off late my parents have hooked up to the record " grow up" watever i do  they bounce up with "you need to grow up...." eeeks.. how does one grow up ( hv loads of thums up or wat ???)................ Maybe ill post my views on growin up later... So i have no reasons to b sad. Well thats wat s makin me all the more sad that i hv no reasons to b sad ( a recursive thing indeed..). So wat do i do wen i am sad hmmm.. put up a sad foto on orkut , put a bakwaas i am bored post...  on my perennially updated blog nd keep on rambling nonsense. But at least i hv the sense to end it here nd and maybe better sense wud prevail nd i might as well delete the post in a day or two...... ( so if u r readin this pray that i start feelin bttr soon...........).&lt;br /&gt;Added later: wanna gt rid of your boredom go catch lage raho munnabhai........ its AWESUM......... shud hv realized earlier nd saved myself of all d trouble of writing this awful post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-115843715768032256?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/115843715768032256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=115843715768032256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/115843715768032256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/115843715768032256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2006/09/bored.html' title='BORED'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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-24125071.post-115488592808455551</id><published>2006-08-06T23:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-15T11:58:34.236+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Serious ME...............</title><content type='html'>There are very rare days when I really wanna write something sensible. Something which makes people shout, “ayila! Iska bhi dimag hai!” kind of exclamations. I goggled for some serious topics but had to give up my hunt when nothing in my ‘dimaag’ chamber cooperated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wat do i write.............dunno he he.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that I am the most thick-headed, dim-witted, stupid beyond words, jobless(?), idiotic, and all those sinful words you can find as the synonyms in the Webster’s thesaurus for these words, don’t feel guilty, I agree ; I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you think I am the dharti pee bhooj kind of insaan, I will still agree and say “haan baba, I am" happily, very happily. Strange ? Am I out of my mind?&lt;br /&gt;How could I change from the crime master gogo to the ever forgiving, ‘mere achhi bahu’ likes of Ekta Kapoor serials over night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh ? ? ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents should be getting a Paramveer Chakra for surviving me sanely for these 21years. My darling friends, no doubt deserve a Param Vibhushan for their love and support irrespective of my wacky antics. And my sis, as she says, should be a nominee for the Nobel Peace Award for her high degree of tolerance and patience towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double Uh ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the reason for this makeover i got a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clap*clap*clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am a big girl now.............. :) would be workin in less than a years time &lt;br /&gt;clap again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-115488592808455551?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/115488592808455551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=115488592808455551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/115488592808455551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/115488592808455551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2006/08/serious-me.html' title='Serious ME...............'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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-24125071.post-115259228874725602</id><published>2006-07-11T09:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-11T10:06:33.886+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LIFE huh...</title><content type='html'>As life progresses , im beginning to gain the "ability" to NOT take it too seriously and grimly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been through IIT-jee ( ok , the rank looked like a telephone number) probably its gotta do smtih with my trip :D. Ive stayed at hostels and been through whatever they do at  hostels.Ive been beaten blue (though verbally) by  bullies and slapped red by frustrated teachers.Ive been termed a decently intelligent scholar by some people (were they drunk ?)and been labelled a total waste of flesh and blood by many (now this is some sensible stuff ).ive been through crashing my papa's car into a wall.ive cried like a kid watching rajesh khanna die in "anand" and cowered like a old woman watching the "omen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just 21 and have quite some years before i crash into hell (heaven for me ? try telling mr.god).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even now if i look back at my life ,its just like a story with its share of laughs , tears,triumphs , dissapointments , ridicule , pain and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as i read all these blogs, i find that mine is just a story amongst millions.I see that even though I tend to look at the world as if i am the central pin of the world with all this stuff happening around me, im not.i am just one of billions of people ,each one living his or her story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody thinks his/her is "THE" story.but if i step back a little and see at my life from the outside ,like another person would , i find i am just a little peg in this big thing we call the world.and my story would see its last too one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i just want to have a good time.or as jim carrey wud say , a "Gooodd!!" Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not an exam to be cracked for me.just live life.just have a good laugh , love and be loved.take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my story to look like a research project.I don't want it to have many complications.I dont want it to have too many intense and soul searching moments.Not the story where a villain beats me blue for 90% of my life till at the climax , i rise like a phoenix to be a memorable victor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to win the world.I dont want my statues to be erected all over the place with pigeons dropping their digested breakfasts over my stony head.I dont want to be applauded with the world falling at my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want my story to look like a little and light romantic comedy.A few tears and more laughs.Hugs and smiles.A little simple sweet story with no villains.Where the president of Microsoft doesnt know me but my neighbour thinks of me as a nice person.I wud just be content to have a house full of laughs,with ppl who think i am tolerable(am i tolerable , silly ? ;) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wud love just to sit with my family on a chirpy sunday afternoon.having a good time teasing and laughing.eating a yummy (and cheap) lunch and a cool vanilla icecream as the dessert( n i wont share it ,got that ?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little house with trees around.with music playing and love and trust in the hearts of my loved ones.....oops , 3..2..1..bam ! back to reality now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i unambitious ? Is there some problem in my head ? Some of you would term me a coward.one who doesn't have the passion and the killer instinct.one who is wasting all resources.Have mercy on me , o great victors !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then guys , i am sorry.I dont say I won't work hard or that I don't have any goals.I have worked HARD for being watever i am and am  happy( dont read the prevois post tho :D) to be here and have more plans in store.You can have doubts on my abilities if you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't let myself be sucked into any mean and fast rat race , if that's the concept of life for anybody.I want my life to sound like a little , sweet n love -filled symphony.may not be noticed by the world , but sweet nevertheless.Thats cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-115259228874725602?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/115259228874725602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=115259228874725602' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/115259228874725602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/115259228874725602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-huh.html' title='LIFE huh...'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24125071.post-114399530753336687</id><published>2006-04-02T20:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-02T22:12:26.923+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ponderings</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going wrong, grossly wrong. I feel a profound sense of dissatisfaction at myself. Is it the mosquito? (the one creating weird noises around me ) Or is it Jagjit Singh (music: kabhi kissi ko mukkamil jahan nahi milta) bothering me too much and trying to meddle with my heart? And this blog is also not being adequately updated. (read : so called co-authors) More importantly, I am pissed off. At what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The fact is I have no clue at what to do with my life. I refrained at making this public. I avoid thinking that ,as some may say,I am much better than those in Somalia. As much as I would like to avoid it, it hits again.My position may impress some:cs engg from a descent coll.,sitting for placements this summer. I am still pissed off. I have realized that I really do not like doing things I have been forced to do off late. Courtesy engg. And what inane stuff! Things which are outright obvious. And am further pissed off by those who believe that they are actually talking such profundity that would put the rest of the world to shame. Even Feynmann didnt think he was a genius. And to point out, he was atleast doing science. Which is Truth! Small men doing big talk - as Calvin would have put it - Bah! First lesson :Be Humble . You can still think as *effectively* as you can now . Take my word for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Continuing further in my meanderings I am pissed of that I am still not convinced as to what life to pursue. There is no single overarching cause that I would like to dedicate my life to. Others claim that I should have opted for pure science. I admit to liking abstractions. Dont you realize ,dont you that the whole world is governed by the laws of nature , that all man made things are also governed and that there is limited free will. That however different the gentle breeze or the rushing river and the trail of smoke and the flow of toothpaste may seem, they are governed by one equation? Exactly ONE ! That most things in life, are simple.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am still pissed off.I claim to be intrested in what I study . But I am not convinced about it myself. I am struggling to find true interest which could last beyond a few pages. Till this moment, after landing up in here, there has not been a single moment where I am exhilarated about some idea. Not a single one! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like to work. But only if I like it. I don't like to waste life doing things that I don't want to do. I am not even enthusiastic about doing science anymore.Even that is an ordinary life. What the hell do I want from life? Perhaps it is too wrong to expect anything. Perhaps life is to be just led- no questions asked. As the wise ones remark - Take it as it comes. What a disgusting thought! Life as it comes! Death also comes; and we take it as is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-114399530753336687?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/114399530753336687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=114399530753336687' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/114399530753336687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/114399530753336687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2006/04/ponderings.html' title='ponderings'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24125071.post-114372086021689217</id><published>2006-03-30T17:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-30T17:44:20.226+05:30</updated><title type='text'>apple turns 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;apple computers recently turned 30 .  It is amazing that they are still carrying the innovation tempo.  No wonder it has been voted the coolest brand around along with google. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;check out this news link for all the more detailed coverage on apple's&lt;br /&gt; success story. &lt;a href="http://news.com.com/2009-1041-6053869.html"&gt;http://news.com.com/2009-1041-6053869.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;with microsoft potponing the release of vista which boasts of  features already incorporated in mac os apple finally has won the battle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-114372086021689217?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/114372086021689217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=114372086021689217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/114372086021689217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/114372086021689217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2006/03/apple-turns-30.html' title='apple turns 30'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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-24125071.post-114356538329205685</id><published>2006-03-28T22:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:33:03.306+05:30</updated><title type='text'>a flat world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;While Columbus sailed the ocean blue in hopes of finding a new route to India, he discovered America and proved that the world was round.  When Thomas Friedman flew to Bangalore, India he encountered Infosys’ global conferencing center – ground zero of the Indian outsourcing industry and it led him on a road to realizing that the world was flat.&lt;br /&gt;While outsourcing is one dimension of a flatter world, according to Nilekani, the CEO of Infosys Technology Limited, over the last few years there has been a massive investment in broadband cables, computers have gotten cheaper and new technology has developed so since 2000 “a platform has been created where intellectual work, intellectual capital, could be delivered from anywhere.”&lt;br /&gt;So there are a growing amount of jobs are being outsourced to India and China.  For example, there are currently 245,000 Indians working in call centers in Bangalore, answering phones calls from all around the world or dialing out to solicit people for credit cards or collect overdue bills.  They are practicing English in a variety of accents, from the Queens English to Midwest American. The types of jobs being shipped overseas vary from accountant work to looking at CAT scans, to working for Reuters News service, because the labor is much cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;Even Tokyo is outsourcing jobs to Dalian, China the silicon valley of China, about an hours flight northeast of Beijing.  The Mayor of Dalian told Friedman over a traditional ten course Chinese dinner “We have twenty-two universities and colleges with over two hundred thousand students in Dalian” where more than half of those students graduate with engineering or science degrees, learning Japanese and English.&lt;br /&gt;Mayor Xai says, “The rule of the market economy is that if somewhere has the richest human resources and the cheapest labor, of course the enterprise and the business will naturally go there.  Chinese people first were the employees and working for the big foreign manufactures, and after several years, after we have learned all the processes and steps, we can start our own firms.  Software will go down the same road… First we will have our young people employed by the foreigners, and then we will start our own companies.”&lt;br /&gt;Not only is outsourcing for lower costs happening, but there is also “homesourcing”, where new companies like JetBlue are employing at home moms and grandmothers to make reservations for flights.&lt;br /&gt;Friedman describes the flattening of the world in this way:&lt;br /&gt;GLOBALIZATION 1.0From the time Columbus said 1492 to 1800 was Globalization 1.0 where the world went from large to medium sized.  Globalization 1.0 was about countries and muscle.  Whichever country had the horsepower, wind power and later steam power they moved ahead economically.&lt;br /&gt;GLOBALIZATION 2.0The second great era was Globalization 2.0 between 1800 and 2000 where the world moved from medium sized to small.  The key agents of change during this time were the multi-national corporations.  It was during this era we saw the birth and development of a global economy.&lt;br /&gt;GLOBALIZATION 3.0What Friedman will argue in this book is that we are now in the Globalization 3.0 era where the dynamic force is not countries or multi-nationals, but the newfound power for individuals to collaborate and compete globally.&lt;br /&gt;According to Friedman, the world is not only flattening in the sense of empowering individuals, but more and more the individuals will be people from the East instead of America and Europe.   The changes that are happening in our world are seismic and taking place at rapid speed, which is why one of the best ways to describe it is that our round world has become flat – we live in a different world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-114356538329205685?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/114356538329205685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=114356538329205685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/114356538329205685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/114356538329205685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2006/03/flat-world.html' title='a flat world'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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-24125071.post-114268527026327582</id><published>2006-03-18T17:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-18T18:04:30.286+05:30</updated><title type='text'>india rising</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Risings of India: What does it means to Americans"On news chennel ABC NEWS there was a exclusive programme, "INDIA RISING".One of the invitees was the bestseller writer of "World is Flat" and what he says about india: Take Champagne bottle, shake the bottle of Champagne for an hour, and open the cork, where will it go, Indian economy is soaring like that"check out it in video streaming at.&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://abcnews.go.com/Video/playerIndex?id=1674437" target="_blank"&gt;http://abcnews.go.com/Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://abcnews.go.com/Video/playerIndex?id=1674437" target="_blank"&gt;/playerIndex?id=1674437&lt;/a&gt;India in the voice of USA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Interesting stuff especially liked the comments on "Reverence for Knowledge / Sarasvati" and also CK Prahlad's metaphoric comment on a shabby hut from outside but having Pentium inside ..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; With the population of people under 35yrs 2 1/2 times that of US population India surely is to emerge as a global leader and that to when it is still young . Newsweek also &lt;a name="114257937678554876"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/11571348/site/newsweek/" target="_blank"&gt;India Rising &amp; Shining&lt;/a&gt;  did a series of articles on the emergence of India as a economic power. They talked about India's strengths &amp; weaknesses, Indians in India &amp;amp; around the world, Outsourcing and much more. Interesting and Enlightening&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-114268527026327582?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/114268527026327582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=114268527026327582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/114268527026327582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/114268527026327582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2006/03/india-rising.html' title='india rising'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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-24125071.post-114251192076442137</id><published>2006-03-16T17:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-18T16:35:16.253+05:30</updated><title type='text'>laziness and progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3341/2498/1600/{7C6A412A-588E-4FB7-90C1-058D95A033DC}_187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3341/2498/320/%7B7C6A412A-588E-4FB7-90C1-058D95A033DC%7D_187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this somewhere and loved it. People keep on critisizing laziness without realizing its not necissity but laziness which is the mother of all invention. Read on you will love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laziness is the impulse to avoid work and this admirable attribute drives all progress in civilization. However, instead of being celebrated as it should be, laziness is reviled. Tragically, throughout one’s schooling and continuing through one’s professional career, a person who happens to be blessed with the glorious God-given asset of laziness is brow-beaten and insulted by parents, teachers, and employers to forsake it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers et al fail to appreciate that laziness is responsible for most of humanity’s advances. Let’s face it: the guy who invented the sail was fed up with rowing. The first soul to hop on the back of a horse was too lazy to walk any more. Every major progressive step in society was driven by someone trying to get out of doing any work. Each knew, deep down, that there is always an easier, faster, cheaper, safer, better way of accomplishing a task and that hard work is completely and utterly unnecessary, besides being a monumental waste of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of culturing a population of creative, inventive, artistic, peaceful souls who are blissfully basking in their laziness, guiltlessly avoiding all work, and reaping enormous financial, emotional, spiritual, and healthful fruits as a result, our collective mindset has produced a society of superficial, stress-out, unfulfilled hard workers, who achieve little more than a pittance in their lifetimes and then die young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not achieve breathtatking results by working long and hard. The true secret of success lies in leveraging/multiplying power and effectiveness. When that happens, it takes less effort to accomplish more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the good news. There are easy ways to multiply the power of all your resources – your energy, your time, your skills, your brain power, your passion, your money, etc. You just need to know where and how to look for them. And, of course, you need to take the time to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately people have bought into the concept of hard work so completely, they are blinded by it and they have sold their souls for skimpy paychecks instead of looking for better, easier, lazier ways that are many times more lucrative. It’s sad because it is so preventable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard work is a superficial approach. And superficial approaches are always weak and ineffectual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard work is just not necessary. There is ALWAYS an easier, more effective way of accomplishing the same thing. If you are working hard, it means you aren’t using your intelligence or creativity to find the “lever” that takes the work out of a task. Those who are motivated by laziness take the time to find that lever and therefore avoid the short-term and long-term misery of hard work. As a bonus, as if avoiding work was not reward enough, they also get rich. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-114251192076442137?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/114251192076442137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=114251192076442137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/114251192076442137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/114251192076442137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2006/03/laziness-and-progress.html' title='laziness and progress'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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-24125071.post-114243764606076449</id><published>2006-03-15T21:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-18T18:08:33.230+05:30</updated><title type='text'>my first post</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3341/2498/1600/idolgallery24_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3341/2498/1600/idolgallery24_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3341/2498/320/idolgallery24_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3341/2498/1600/idolgallery24_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3341/2498/1600/idolgallery24_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3341/2498/1600/idolgallery24_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3341/2498/1600/idolgallery24_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3341/2498/1600/idolgallery24_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3341/2498/1600/idolgallery24_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3341/2498/1600/idolgallery24_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3341/2498/1600/idolgallery24_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3341/2498/1600/idolgallery24_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3341/2498/1600/idolgallery24_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3341/2498/1600/idolgallery24_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3341/2498/1600/idolgallery24_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've never really watched Indian Idol until yesterday. Well I did watch the first one until Rahul Vaidya was voted out and besides the part 2 had always been in news for promoting poor singers . So yeterday was my first shot at indian idol 2 and what a show it was . When Amey Date was voted out emotions ran high . In a rather bizzare turn of events the audiences and the judges (Anu, Sonu , Farah - why do they call them judges when they have no voice shouldnt they be called audiences too!) refused to accept the decision. This has not been the first time when a deserving singer was ousted but this round was different as for the first time judges stood up for talent. In a country like India where the voting is based not only on how well a contestant performs but also on where he comes from the fate of contestants should not depend only on public voting but also on judges scores. Judges should be more than mere spectators.The Indian Idol 2 has surely been disappointing first it was their *amazing* concept of separate voting for guys n girls . Then obviously the sub standard singing compared to its rival saregamapa and now one of the best contestant being voted out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24125071-114243764606076449?l=matters-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/114243764606076449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24125071&amp;postID=114243764606076449' title='81 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/114243764606076449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24125071/posts/default/114243764606076449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matters-matters.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-first-post.html' title='my first post'/><author><name>anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801639743052059354</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>81</thr:total></entry></feed>
