tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19953232519705542732024-03-13T18:16:29.895+05:30INCREDIBLE INDIANSIndia is my country and all its cuisines are like my brothers and sistersHarshadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-40947214783940314422011-03-05T12:55:00.004+05:302011-03-10T11:39:11.355+05:30Expectations<blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote>Expectations. The root cause of sadness. Question: Should we have expectations?<div><br /></div><div>Let us discuss a situation. My situation. I didn't expect anything from my CAT. But I managed to score a pretty good score. I was extremely happy. After that, I expected a number of IIM Calls and didn't get them. I was irritated and sad with that situation. So, expectations let to irritation and sadness right? May be yes. I am certain a low CAT score would not have affected me because I never expected anything from the test.</div><div><br /></div><div>You want your friends to behave in a certain manner. When they do not live up to that certain behavior then it affects you. Or me at least. A fight with some random person on the street will leave you angry for 10 mins and you will forget it. Imagine the same with your family. Does it not spoil your mood? Yes, of course it does. That is because you expect certain things from your family members. </div><div><br /></div><div>Just continuing the above example, and my initial question. Should we have expectations? I guess yes. You just need to draw a line where your expectations turn into things that will affect you the most. It is justified that you expect your parents to pamper you, to be with you when you need them the most. It is justified that you expect your friends to be supportive of you. But then care should be taken that the lack of living up to those expectations does not leave you sad and disheartened. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am not saying that expectation is the only cause of sadness. There can be many others too. Expectations just form a major chunk of them. If every one of us follows the saying as below, I don't think we will ever be sad because of expectations:</div><div><blockquote>आपना काम कर, फल की चिंता ना कर </blockquote></div><div>But one needs a great will power to follow the above saying. It is almost next to impossible to follow. It is this that we need to achieve. Drive out the expectations from our mind. I will end by saying:</div><div><blockquote>Live the present, think about the future but don't expect anything from the future. </blockquote></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Harshadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-62023040733048481262010-11-29T15:08:00.006+05:302010-11-29T18:11:36.057+05:30Things I did in TWENTY10<div style="text-align: center;">This post is a reply/update to '<a href="http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-to-be-done-in-twenty10.html">Things to be done in TWENTY10!</a>'</div><div><br /></div><div>What I had planned and what happened. I will copy paste the part I had planned from the original post and then follow it up with what I actually did.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "><i>January: Attend the 'Industrial Visit' and hopefully, I won't actually have a poem like 'The Contrive' to write like I had last time around.</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Attended the 'Industrial Visit' and it was way more fun with 7-8 of us hanging together all the time. We were like the outcast people but we certainly enjoyed it. And I can write a lot more than a poem like 'The Contrive' (The Contrive is a poem I had written after my 1st IV. You can find it on my blog itself) on what all happened on the IV. I can, but I wont. Too embarrassing. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "><i>February: Organise '<a href="http://www.spacethefest.com/" style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span">SPACE 2010 - Revolutionise the way you see</span></a>'. I hope it turns out to be the best festivals that the BE's have seen in their 4 years of engineering.</i></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "><i>Sem 5 result expected.</i></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "><i><br /></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Organised SPACE and was told by the BE's that it was indeed one of the best festivals they have seen in our college. I take them by their word, I am not complaining. Sem 5 results were declared and I had passed. :-)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "><i>March: My sisters wedding. Help out my family with the preparation. Rishkul and Suresh were very happy that my parents invited them for the wedding. Foodie rascals! Are only interested in food that is going to be served.</i></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><i>If not in February, results will certainly be out in this month.</i></div><div style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><br /></div><div style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I didn't get to eat much during</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> the reception. :-(</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "><i>April: Journal submissions and viva preparations. Yeah, again the same old shit. :-(</i></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">As I said, same old shit.</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "><i>May: College ends, vivas start and mid May come the dreadful Sem 6 written exams. :-(</i></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I said no, dreadful. </span></span></div><div style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; "><i>June: Exams continue and end mid June. After that enjoy.</i></div><div style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; "><i>Oh yeah, I would have had to decide between GATE, GRE, Placements and/or CAT by this time. :-( Some one help. :-(</i></div><div style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; "><i>Ok, here it goes. If i decide I'm going to take GRE, study for GRE. Same goes for whichever exam I decide to take.</i></div><div style="line-height: 20px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: 20px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I decided, I have no interest in MS studies. Skipped GRE. Had decided to start studying for CAT. Never happened.</span></div><div style="line-height: 20px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><i>July: Enjoy the vacation and pretty much do the same I do by the end of June. Study for higher education entrance examinations.</i></div><div style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><i>Oh yes, I forgot, college reopens.</i></div><div style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><i>Also, will know by now if I have internship in the final year or screw myself with new subjects in Sem 8. :-(</i></div><div style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><i>Will the placement process start?</i> :-<i>/</i></div><div style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">College reopened. Didn't study for CAT. Learnt, we have no internship and normal 2 semesters of college. Yes, screw myself with new subjects. Also, placement process did start with we being informed that L&T is scheduled to visit in first week of August.</span></div><div style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><div><i>August: If I decide to take GRE, take it now.</i></div><div><i>Will have to decide my final year BE project.</i></div><div><i>Will the placement process start? :-/</i></div></div><div style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">No GRE. Final Year Project: GPS Based Vehicle Tracking System. Also, placement process started. I was placed in L&T. Serious, I didnt prepare either for the aptitude test or the interview. Luck, it is called.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><div style="font-size: 14px; "><i>September: My mothers birthday on the first day of this month. Will celebrate. :D</i></div><div style="font-size: 14px; "><i>And yeah, good GRE score means I would start with the application process.</i></div><div style="font-size: 14px; "><i>Also, study for CAT. Timepass, you see.</i></div><div style="font-size: 14px; "><i>Work on BE project.</i></div><div style="font-size: 14px; "><i>Will the placement process start? :-/</i></div><div style="font-size: 14px; "><i><br /></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Celebrated mothers birthday, forgot how. Didn't appear for GRE, so no application process. Didn't study for CAT either. Lmao @ working on BE project. </span></div></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><div style="font-size: 14px; "><i>October: Ohhhh, here comes journal completion, submission and viva preparation again. Engineering, I tell you! :-(</i></div><div style="font-size: 14px; "><i>Prepare to take the CAT. (GRE or no GRE)</i></div><div style="font-size: 14px; "><i>Work on BE project.</i></div><div style="font-size: 14px; "><i>Will the placement process start? :-/</i></div><div style="font-size: 14px; "><i><br /></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Journal completion - Check; Submission - Check; Viva Preparation - LMAO</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">CAT - Didn't study</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">BE Project - Didn't work on it</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Placement - Done</span></div></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><div style="font-size: 14px; "><i>November: Vivas, Practicals!</i></div><div style="font-size: 14px; "><i>And yeah, CAT! (Again, GRE or no GRE)</i></div><div style="font-size: 14px; "><i>Celebrate dad's birthday!</i></div><div style="font-size: 14px; "><i>Will the placement process start? :-/</i></div><div style="font-size: 14px; "><i><br /></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Vivas only. No practicals in BE. :D Worst vivas I have ever faced. My confusing arose from the fact that after securing a job in 'electronics', I was asked by two external if I was really worthy of being an engineer.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">CAT - Was a good experience. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Didn't quite celebrate dad's birthday.</span></div></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A month more to go. I should say I have been happy with my year so far. Wait, a month long exam to go? Will I say the same on 27th December at 1.30 pm when I walk out of my examination hall? Only time will tell. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/TPOeF_gvOnI/AAAAAAAACvU/XQ92VXywW5Q/s1600/Untitled.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/TPOeF_gvOnI/AAAAAAAACvU/XQ92VXywW5Q/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544949392008493682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Will leave you with a graph I made. Works for all Mumbai University engineering students. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><i><br /></i></div></div></div></span></div>Harshadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-34119975141101475602010-11-16T18:33:00.003+05:302010-11-16T18:58:14.617+05:30Format, should we?<div style="text-align: justify;">Lets start with a off topic. PL's are the time when blogging activity is on its high. You get a lot of material worth reading, you get a lot of ideas to write. On a typical PL evening, at 1834 hours, I have a weird thought. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What if we had a 'format' button in life? Just like our PC. Lets get our analogy right here.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hardware - Physical features like height, weight, looks. Intelligence which can be compared to motherboard, so that remains the same. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Operating System: Here, we have a complex structure. What should we include and what we should not? Lets say a engineering student will include engineering traits. Lets just say, all traits. The operating system decides how well our hardware works, or how badly it works. Hardware and Software compliment each other. Well, actually everything is dependent on each other. No part of our body, or no part of our PC can function on its own. So yeah, operating system will include your behaviour, your positives and negatives, your susceptibility in certain areas whereas your strong points in certain others. (If I had been a computer student, I would have drawn an analogy between Windows Vista or Linux)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Data: They are the set of people you mingle with. We shall include applications that we run on our operating system in here. Teachers and Parents, can take the place of antivirus. Slow down the system, but eventually help us. Friends, can take the place of an explorer. Can be used for good as well as bad things (google.com and some porn website). Some friends are harmless. (facebook.com) And, then you have a host of other applications. Too much of an analogy to draw. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, the question here is, should we or should we not have an option of formatting our life? Even when we format, we can always keep raw data, reinstall an application and use the data again. Our Hardware always remains same, we can just increase certain specifications, by adding add-on devices. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you think closely, you always change applications in life. It is an ongoing process. You change your job. An application gets boring after a certain time, while some other application becomes interesting. An application just goes corrupt. You sometimes cannot access a data because it has been affected by virus. The point here is, we change applications, but do we change the operating system? We always add service packs to our operating system, but never change it altogether. Why? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, is it in our interest to do it? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">(Please excuse me for haphazard discussion of points)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div>Harshadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-13376679555740109662010-11-05T08:10:00.001+05:302010-11-05T08:13:36.147+05:30Aur Mujhe Kya Laga<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 21px; ">My first impression of Sardar Patel Institute of Technology.<div><br /></div><div>The day I got admission, 11.30 am to be precise, RD asked me to attend lectures after lunch. I didn't agree.</div><div><br /></div><div>The next day, my first lecture was Mathematics and the professor for the same was Nida ma'am. I didn't like her in the first lecture, couldn't hear her voice. I was obviously sitting on the last bench even in my first lecture. Well, all that 'not liking' changed. She was the best professor in FE.</div><div><br /></div><div>OK , now to my post. Mujhe mere class mates ke baare mai eekdum start mai kya laga :-</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="http://www.facebook.com/rishkul.kulkarni">Rishkul</a></span>: I felt your name was spelt Hrishkul. And yeah, I even felt the only thing that has carried you so far is studies. You sat on the first bench and all na. Then you became a part of Guitar Workshop and my Yahoo Messenger contacts.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000909050939">Siddharth</a></span>: I felt you were a Bihari. Thank your surname for the perception. Somewhere within me there is 1% Raj Thackarey minus the violence. Someone had told me that you had taken part in Boogie Woogie! LOL! ROFL! :P Also felt you must be one of those 'Yo' guys! The typical townie kinds. :P</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="http://www.facebook.com/suresh.bommisetti">Suresh</a></span>: Everyone says you have a great voice when they first meet you. I didn't feel like that. Sorry, but still don't feel like that. :P Never had much of an opinion about you, but you started answering all Nida ma'am's questions in the first lecture. Also, Bhavsar's lecture! Wasn't good!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=673463318">Apurva</a></span>: The girl with lots and lots of attitude problem. :P It changed. I know you have no such 'attitude problem'.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=539145153">Kirti</a></span>: Nerd, padhaku! Well, still the same. :P But we managed to change you for the good. You are now less of a nerd and padhaku. :P</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="http://www.facebook.com/shilpa.sreekrishnan?ref=ts">Shilpa</a></span>: You were the first girl I had seen abusing. Seriously. Hindi gaalis are a big no-no for others. And where have you forgotten your 'F%^$ing B$£"!$%d'? Woh Hostel gaali's of AHLL and PHLL are boring. Seriously. :P</div><div><br /></div><div>Then I woudn't like to name the person here but I felt he must be like the super intelligent kinds. Knows almost everything. Sorry, knows everything. Come Second Year and all that perception changed. :P ETRX 2011 batch, keep guessing who the person is.</div><div><br /></div><div>Some people I had no firsts: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/saransh.makwana?ref=ts" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); ">Saransh</a>, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1621444900&ref=ts" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); ">Prasad</a>, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/husain.kassamnath?ref=ts" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); ">Husain</a>, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1546412194&ref=ts" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); ">Kaushik</a> and many others.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>PS: This post was written way back in March and I am posting it now. </div></span>Harshadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-2862044199089858692010-06-21T14:15:00.005+05:302011-03-09T21:37:16.013+05:30Fun with names<div>Part 1 was <a href="http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-with-names.html">here</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Part 2 is here</div><div><br /></div>Q: You want to express your disappointment to Shraddha Shah. How do you do it?<div>A: Shraddha Shya.</div><div><br /></div><div>Q: Kirti just stepped on poo. How do you express this?</div><div>A: Kirt-eeeee</div><div><br /></div><div>Q: You want Rishkul to rush for a meeting. How do you ask him to?</div><div>A: Kulkarni Rush-kul</div><div><br /></div><div>Q: How do you tell everyone that Suresh Bomisetti is the boss?</div><div>A: Suresh Bommi-seth-hi</div><div><br /></div><div>Q: How do you tell Adhitya Iyer to do come with you first and then carry on with his work?</div><div>A: Adhi-(t)-ya Iyer</div><div><br /></div><div>Q: How do you tell Pratap Kaul to open a tap?</div><div>A: Pra-TAP Khol</div><div><br /></div><div>Q: How do you respond to some disgusting thing that Shilpa has done?</div><div>A: Sheeeee-lpa</div><div><br /></div><div>Q: How do you ask Siddharth Deekshit to look at something??</div><div>A: See-dat Deekshit?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-style: italic; line-height: 21px; font-family:Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;font-size:15px;">Any resembelence to any character, living or dead is purely intentional. </span></div>Harshadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-83816325301199900542010-06-20T12:07:00.006+05:302010-06-21T11:38:18.260+05:30We Indians.Finally! After a draught of posts for the past 3 months, something like the water situation in India, back with a post. With few tweaks to the blog layout and design, it looks a little more presentable. <div><br /></div><div>I had a <a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/harshadd?v=wall&story_fbid=102818633104060">status update</a> on facebook and that made me write this article. No, this is not at all about cricket vs football. It is about why we Indians, are the way we are.</div><div><br /></div><div>Almost every one has heard of a joke on us Indians, the crab one. Crabs from 3 countries in a container with an open lid. In the case of other 2 countries, all crabs help each other and get out of the container while in the case of Indian crabs, all crabs pull down the crab who is trying to escape the container. Yeah, that is exactly how we are. What made me realise this is Ishaan Kaul's comment which read</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><b><i>i don't hate cricket but i hate what its done to other sports in india..which deserve the same if not more recognition and honour.</i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><b><i></i></b> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><br /></span></div><div>Why do you want to bring a sport (or lets say hate a sport), which is at the top down to get recognition for other sports. Or to put it simply, why do you need to bring something at the top which is flourishing well to mediocre levels for the sake of equality. </div><div><br /></div><div>We have issues where we discuss CEO salaries and the need to put a 'cap' on it. By bringing down CEO salaries, is the company going to distribute that money to the poor masses in India or is the MNC (in most of the cases) going to keep the money with itself in foreign bank accounts to give excess salaries to CEO's there. It is obviously going to be the latter. In our case, it would help much more if we discuss on how to solve the problems like unemployment, draught, farmer suicides which are inter related. Bringing down CEO salary ain't going to help you farmer to have his daily bread (or roti and rice in our case). </div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, back to sports. Sport ends up giving you the best examples. People have a problem with Sachin Tendulkar earning 180 crores in 3 years from sponsorships. Or, BCCI making as much money as they are. It is not BCCI's responsibility to help other sports. It is the government who has to take care, not BCCI. Harsha Bhogle rightly said, 'Trying to help other sports at the cost of cricket is what I don't like'. I completely agree. And what is your problem if Sachin Tendulkar is getting what he deserves. If you have a problem, work as hard as he has and then earn equal amount of money.</div><div><br /></div><div>We have problems with Mukesh Ambanis 600 crore house. Why not try and have 10 such houses in India. I agree 600 crores house is a waste of money but he is building it with his own money. Did he ask the government to sponsor it? We should be proud of the fact that as an Indian, a fellow Indian is prospering. And if you have so many issues with it, why not first work hard and earn (or ask your father to do that for u) 600 crores and then give it out to charity. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The point here is, trying to bring down the person or thing at the top to create equality will never help a country. Instead, why not try to get the people or things at the bottom of the pyramid to raise their levels and standards to compete with the ones at the top of the pyramid? We want everything lying on our bed. We don't want to work hard. Instead we want people who work hard to stop working hard. This is not going to help.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is my own personal opinion and I am sorry that I have generalised people in the category. Not all Indians are like the ones I have mentioned above. But there are a few and they are hampering our growth. My views are based on what I generally see on news channels (panelists) or read in papers. They may or may not be factual. Finally, people (panelists) who sit in news studios are the one who take the decisions, no? Or they certainly effect the minds of many others. </div>Harshadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-38806346770876599022010-02-28T10:02:00.002+05:302010-02-28T15:09:51.915+05:30BEING MIND F****D AND NOWFirstly, I want to thank everyone even remotely related to SPACE. SPACE 2010 was my life for the past 1 month. <div><br /></div><div>A week before the festival, SPACE 2010 was nowhere. We neither had the sound guys nor the logistics guys in place. We hadn't finalised on our pro-nite. We had our differences and it was a big thing on my mind. Sunday, 21st February 2010 was one of the worst days of my life. It was more to do with the helpless situation that we were in more than anything else. Finances were no where to be seen. There were huge costs. It would have again been a recession hit SPACE. Sunday night, I was not interested in how good SPACE was going to be. I just wanted SPACE to be done, good or bad. I wanted things around me sorted out. Ask Suresh and Shilpa and they will tell you what I was going through. I can't actually say 'what I was going through' but it should be said 'what we were going through' . Things were just not working out. Now I know why. It was because of lack of finances. It was frustration. Plain frustration. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then Monday happened. </div><div><br /></div><div>We got a cheque of a huge amount. And then things started to look fine. Not just fine, they started to look good. We fixed our sound guy and our logistics guy. We fixed on out band. Publicity for Faridkot began. We even started receiving cheques of small-small amounts. Our budget started to look good. We knew we could have a good SPACE. There was no ego now. There were no differences now. It looked all good. People were working in their department. Work was on full swing. And I didn't really know when I was standing with SPACE Committee at the inauguration ceremony. It was all so fast. </div><div><br /></div><div>There are so many things I have learnt organising SPACE. Most importantly, how to keep 20 people together, towards one common goal. There are bound to be ifs, buts and raise voices. That's a part of any entire organisation. You cannot avoid it. There will be times when you feel you don't belong but you got to ignore it and wait for the bright sunny day. You need to soothe everyone's egos. There were a number of people who told me you need to be firm with people. 'TU GS HAI'- this is what I was told. But I don't think I can be authoritative with people. That is probably the reason I didn't have a tiff with anyone. Yes I raise my voice a few times (but I know it was frustration). With me its not even 'raat gayi baat gayi.' It's just 'waqt gaya, baat gayi'. People said if 4 people come to me and tell me something, I easily listen to it. That's not the case. No one knew what was going through my mind except Shilpa and Suresh. Eventually, I let majority take a decision. I didn't really want to hurt any of 21 member committee. Just because I am the GS, I didn't want me to ruin hard work of the other 20 members. Eventually, I did what I felt was right, even if I took time taking the decision. </div><div><br /></div><div>A blog update after a long time. I had decided I at least need to have one article on SPACE. Here it is. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>From what I hear, SPACE 2010 was good, I assume it was good. If someone comes to me and tells me 'Your SPACE sucked', I wouldn't really mind. I would take it as my fault. I apologised for the 'Prayag Fiasco' even tough we organisers were not to be blamed. Faridkot was good. Visual Impact was good. </div><div><br /></div><div>All is well that ends well. :-)</div><div><br /></div><div>The only event for which I was present the entire time was STAND UP COMEDIANS and ohhhh, they rocked. Thanx Anna for getting them to our college.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hopefully, I would now have time (to think what to write) to update my blog henceforth. </div>Harshadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-51486362262191219932010-01-02T16:48:00.003+05:302010-01-02T17:26:14.642+05:30Things to be done in TWENTY10!<div>Firstly, wish you all a happy new year. I have sooooo many things to be done this year. I have no choice, do I???</div><div><br /></div>January: Attend the 'Industrial Visit' and hopefully, I won't actually have a poem like 'The Contrive' to write like I had last time around.<div><br /></div><div>February: Organise '<a href="http://www.spacethefest.com/">SPACE 2010 - Revolutionise the way you see</a>'. I hope it turns out to be the best festivals that the BE's have seen in their 4 years of engineering. </div><div>Sem 5 result expected.<div><br /></div><div>March: My sisters wedding. Help out my family with the preparation. Rishkul and Suresh were very happy that my parents invited them for the wedding. Foodie rascals! Are only interested in food that is going to be served. </div><div>If not in February, results will certainly be out in this month. </div><div><br /></div><div>April: Journal submissions and viva preparations. Yeah, again the same old shit. :-(</div><div><br /></div><div>May: College ends, vivas start and mid May come the dreadful Sem 6 written exams. :-(</div><div><br /></div><div>June: Exams continue and end mid June. After that enjoy.</div><div>Oh yeah, I would have had to decide between GATE, GRE, Placements and/or CAT by this time. :-( Some one help. :-(</div><div>Ok, here it goes. If i decide I'm going to take GRE, study for GRE. Same goes for whichever exam I decide to take.</div><div><br /></div><div>July: Enjoy the vacation and pretty much do the same I do by the end of June. Study for higher education entrance examinations. </div><div>Oh yes, I forgot, college reopens.</div><div>Also, will know by now if I have internship in the final year or screw myself with new subjects in Sem 8. :-(</div><div>Will the placement process start? :-/</div><div><br /></div><div>August: If I decide to take GRE, take it now. </div><div>Will have to decide my final year BE project. </div><div>Will the placement process start? :-/</div><div><br /></div><div>September: My mothers birthday on the first day of this month. Will celebrate. :D</div><div>And yeah, good GRE score means I would start with the application process. </div><div>Also, study for CAT. Timepass, you see. </div><div>Work on BE project.</div><div>Will the placement process start? :-/</div><div><br /></div><div>October: Ohhhh, here comes journal completion, submission and viva preparation again. Engineering, I tell you! :-( </div><div>Prepare to take the CAT. (GRE or no GRE)</div><div>Work on BE project. </div><div>Will the placement process start? :-/</div><div><br /></div><div>November: Vivas, Practicals! </div><div>And yeah, CAT! (Again, GRE or no GRE)</div><div>Celebrate dad's birthday!</div><div>Will the placement process start? :-/</div><div><br /></div><div>December: My final year exams. :-)</div><div>Hopefully, we will have internship in Sem 8 and Sem 7 exams will be the last Mumbai University Engineering exam I'll be writing. Just thinking about it makes me happy. :D</div><div>My birthday this month. Will be 21. Officially allowed to consume alcohol. Wait, only mild drinks - Beer, et al. Need to be 25 to consume others na!</div><div>And yeah, will ask this question to everyone through out the month: '31st ka kya plan hai?'</div></div>Harshadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-41750139940724649682009-11-05T19:37:00.004+05:302009-11-21T10:16:01.047+05:30SUBMISSION OBSERVATIONSI have a thing for different processes' in Engineering Colleges. Last year it was VIVAS. This time I want to throw light on process that student-teachers practice jointly during SUBMISSIONS<div><br /></div><div>1. Submissions can never take place in the time slot assigned. If a time slot of 9-11 is assigned, submissions will start at 10.30 and will continue for the rest of the day.</div><div><br /></div><div>2. First question you are asked after your journal is signed is - Kaunsa grade aaya.</div><div>A typical conversation would involve</div><div>A: Kya grade diya</div><div>B: A+</div><div>A: Mereko toh A hie diya rey. Mera impression acha hai na (:P expression on his face)</div><div>B: Lowest grade toh C+ hai rey. Aur tereko pata hai kya, Person X itna chatta tha, lekin fir bhi B+ hie grade mila.</div><div>C: Arey A, usne kya viva liya kya?</div><div>A: Nahi rey, kuch dekha bhi nahi.Ekdum mast sign kiya journal par.</div><div><br /></div><div>3. You start writing you write-ups only 1 week before yout submissions. </div><div><br /></div><div>4. The 'paper management' that an engineering student can do is unbeatable. Consider you have 5 subjects, 8 write ups per subject and 4 pages per write up. That makes it 5*8*4 pages/papers. First part of management is asking for journal sheets/assignments sheets from your friends. Second part is filling the sheet with whatever crap you want to. Third part is sharing that crap with friends for them to fill up their sheet. Fourth part of management is getting all those sheets from your friends and arranging them in a particular order. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ask anyone else to do this in a span of 1 week and you'd know the difference. :P</div><div><br /></div><div>5. Drawing diagrams: The LHS of your journal sheet is always meant to be left blank untill the last day. You never draw your diagrams when you write your write-up. You keep it till the end. </div><div><br /></div><div>Others will be added later. :P</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Harshadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-76354787473233832872009-10-28T23:33:00.004+05:302009-10-28T23:48:52.518+05:30David Shepherd dies :-(<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/39069000/jpg/_39069379_umpire_quirk_203270.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 270px;" src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/39069000/jpg/_39069379_umpire_quirk_203270.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>I don't know why but I'm sad that David Shepherd is no more. He was one of the best umpires I've seen officiating in a cricket match. I still remember his jump when the score used to be 111,222 and so on. I'm sad because I remember in 12th, I once had an argument with a friend when she claimed that Umpire David Shepherd had died and she was quite confident about it when it was some English County cricketer with the same name who had died. The first thing when I read this news, I sms'd her about his death. :-(<div><br /></div><div>His pragmatic approach earned him respect from not only players but cricket fans like me as well. </div><div><br /></div><div>My condolonces to David Shepherd's family. </div><div><br /></div><div>May his soul rest in peace. :-(</div>Harshadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-54784690673825521852009-10-17T19:37:00.007+05:302009-10-17T20:17:25.890+05:30How?Two years and 3 months and I have not enjoyed the days I used to. The fun I used to have. The enthusiasm lacks. The smile I sported. I no longer want to get out of my house and enjoy the day. The whole festive feel is missing. <div><br /></div><div>Here is the question: Why?</div><div><br /></div><div>9-5 schedule, no vacation and of late - Monday tests are the main reason. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I have college from 9 in the morning to 5 in the evening every single day except Saturdays' and Sundays'. I remember as a child how excited I used to be about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ganpati</span>, but the last 3 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ganpatis</span>, before I can actually enjoy it, its time for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">visarjan</span>. I used to visit the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ganpati</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">mandal</span> from my old colony at least three times in the span of 10 days even after I shifted from there to this new place. Last 3 years, I have been in engineering and I can't find time to go there at all. At the end of the day, at 5 pm I am too tired to actually go to my old colony and then get back home to get to college the next morning. Of course, bunking would do, but its not always feasible. This year, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Ganesh</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Chaturthi</span> could not be enjoyed because of Monday tests. It was just the second <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">monday</span> test and being totally unprepared was not something that anyone in the college followed, though late on, we were used to coming for the test totally unaware of the syllabus. The whole <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Ganesh</span> festival feel is missing. You have your daily routine and the routine is too taxing to allow you to enjoy any festival.</div><div><br /></div><div>Diwali - During school days, a 20 day break meant that Diwali was thoroughly enjoyed. Now, we have 4 days holiday for Diwali, only public holidays are given off and other off days are compensated with us working on Saturdays. Why cannot even engineering students be given at least a weeks off for Diwali. Any ways the holiday wouldn't help because Diwali coming during submission time means that we have loads of pending work. I am not blaming any one for this situation but something has to change. We need to be allowed to enjoy at least some days in a year. Many feel that the in 4 years of engineering, every day should be devoted for academics alone. And the many don't include students. Earlier after <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Dassera</span>, I used to wait eagerly for Diwali and now even before I realise, Diwali is already here. Gone are the days, I used to wait for the day I used to buy new clothes. Now, I need to find time to go and buy them. Around a year or 2 earlier, I was ready with new set of clothes 15 days in advance and now I went out and got shirts for myself on the day of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Dhanatrayodashi</span> or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Dhanteras</span>. </div><div><br /></div><div>I can't even enjoy New Years' Eve. Exams from December 1st week to January 1st week mean that new years even cannot be enjoyed. Though, we friends do meet up it would be so different if we didn't have exams going on. </div><div><br /></div><div>I want to enjoy all the above days. </div><div><br /></div><div>My question: How??</div>Harshadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-66906621232165734422009-10-13T13:03:00.001+05:302009-10-13T13:05:07.590+05:30THOSE OF YOU WHO DIDN'T VOTE<div>YOU SUCK <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(and this doesn't include people who went to the polling booth and were told they cannot vote)</div>Harshadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-21037877015711771662009-09-20T19:46:00.003+05:302009-09-20T19:50:03.511+05:30Long time since a blog update. I can't think of anything to fill in this space. A few months back, I could at least boast of having an active blog. Now, I can't do that either. :-(<div><br /></div><div>SOMEBODY HELP!!! </div>Harshadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-73244290994435020672009-07-02T12:37:00.003+05:302009-07-02T13:07:30.738+05:30RANDOM PUNE STUFF<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Pune</span> - My second home. If I ain't in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Mumbai</span>, 90% of the times I will be spending my time @ <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Pune</span>. I just love <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Pune</span> and (not quite) the people there except <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ofcourse</span> my cousins which is the primary reason I go to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Pune</span> in the first place. <div><br /></div><div>Some random <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Pune</span> crap. Some incidents.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">The day after I gave my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">MH</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">CET</span> to get into 4 years of jail. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div>I had booked a ticket for the 10.30 am <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">MSRTC</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Shivneri</span> bus to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Pune</span> from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Chembur</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Maitry</span> Park. I'm punctual except if it comes to meeting up with friends. If we schedule to meet at 6.30, I will reach at 6.45 and still be the first person. On this day, I reached <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Maitry</span> Park at 10.10 am. There is this bus which reaches <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Maitry</span> Park at 10.15. Another <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Shivneri</span> and I'm asked by the driver for my ticket. I tell him that I have a 10.30 bus ticket. He tells me to get onto the bus and directs me to the last seat which is very very <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">uncomfortable</span>. I curse my decision to board this bus when I have a 10.30 bus ticket which guaranteed me seat number 1 (the one behind the driver) . It is certainly comfortable than the last seat on the bus. I cursed and cursed. For 30 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">mins</span>. I was still unhappy with myself. </div><div><br /></div><div>I reach <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Pune</span> and then hear the news that the 10.30 bus met with an accident and the driver died in the accident. Anything could have happened to me. I might have escaped with minor injuries or would have had permanent defects or died as well. Anything! </div><div><br /></div><div>That day I thanked God. A government bus driver asks me to board the bus for which I had no ticket. This might never happen with any govt. agency but it happened with me and I escaped an accident. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Pune</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">CADB</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>No! I'm not talking about mechanical engineering stuff. It's chocolate that I'm talking about. </div><div><br /></div><div>Chocolate Ice cream + Chocolate Milkshake (with butter) + grated chocolate. </div><div><br /></div><div>Glass 3/4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">th</span> the size of beer glasses they show during cricket and football matches in spectators hands. </div><div><br /></div><div>Price: Rs 30/- only</div><div><br /></div><div>Awesome stuff!!! </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Some more <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Pune</span> incidents/stuff later!! </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Harshadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-81251958093008083282009-06-17T10:17:00.007+05:302009-06-17T10:28:21.564+05:30Matheran - Pics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/Sjh3o7GRnUI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/prT3_MtB6uw/s1600-h/100_5847.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/Sjh3o7GRnUI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/prT3_MtB6uw/s400/100_5847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348156102444948802" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/Sjh3UXUYvbI/AAAAAAAAAfI/b9Iri-cszoM/s1600-h/100_5832.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/Sjh3UXUYvbI/AAAAAAAAAfI/b9Iri-cszoM/s400/100_5832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348155749243076018" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/Sjh3FnQ7tCI/AAAAAAAAAfA/lM4oqeJTtD0/s1600-h/100_5822.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/Sjh3FnQ7tCI/AAAAAAAAAfA/lM4oqeJTtD0/s400/100_5822.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348155495825519650" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/Sjh28JTuurI/AAAAAAAAAe4/oAVeHYA54pc/s1600-h/100_5819.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/Sjh28JTuurI/AAAAAAAAAe4/oAVeHYA54pc/s400/100_5819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348155333165365938" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/Sjh2z2jSfOI/AAAAAAAAAew/Ma2i2waC24E/s1600-h/100_5809.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/Sjh2z2jSfOI/AAAAAAAAAew/Ma2i2waC24E/s400/100_5809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348155190691396834" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/Sjh2lbcCYRI/AAAAAAAAAeo/LHgz1se2FTg/s1600-h/100_5808.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/Sjh2lbcCYRI/AAAAAAAAAeo/LHgz1se2FTg/s400/100_5808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348154942895055122" /></a>Harshadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-47275595924357397242009-05-10T10:38:00.008+05:302009-05-10T16:06:00.169+05:30FUN WITH NAMESBored of your name, here's some fun stuff with names. <div><br /></div><div>My friend ranjit came up with these awesome 3 comedy questions with my name.</div><div><br /></div><div>What will Harshad's possesive girl friend tell everybody?</div><div>That he is HER-shad.</div><div><br /></div><div>What will you call Harshad when he makes a mistake?</div><div>ERR-shad</div><div><br /></div><div>What will you say when you want Harshad to lose badly?</div><div>HARR-shad</div><div><br /></div><div>I came up with 3 more to counter him. His name is Ranjit Warrier.</div><div><br /></div><div>How will you inform Ranjit about a war?</div><div>Ranjit WAR-HERE.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ranjit scored a run of the last ball of the match and won it. What is it?</div><div>RAN-N-JEET.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ranjit is wearing a baniyan. How do you say it in marathi?</div><div>GANJIT</div><div><br /></div><div>And now over to others who read my blog. Atleast I assume they read it.</div><div><br /></div><div>You want Rishkul to keep quiet. What do you say?</div><div>SSHH-kul</div><div><br /></div><div>Siddharth is in midst of a big problem. How do you tell it to others?</div><div>Siddharth in Deep-shit (His surname is Deekshit)</div><div><br /></div><div>You want Kirti to make something out of coconut. What do u tell her?</div><div>Kirti Khobra-kar. (Her surname is Khopkar)</div><div><br /></div><div>How does a person form Tamil Nadu tell Shraddha to shred coconut?</div><div>Sherd-DA</div><div><br /></div><div>Chinmay Kamath is doing some work. How do you tell it to others?</div><div>Chinmay Kaamat. (Marathi mai padho)</div><div><br /></div><div>You don't want Chinmay Kamath to eat. What do you tell him?</div><div>Chimay Kha-Mat.</div><div><br /></div><div>How does a bowler tell Nikit to edge the ball?</div><div>Nick-it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sreyashi is in love with a guy named Sreyash. What does she say?</div><div>I want Sreyash-hi.</div><div>(Btw Sreyashi is the co-autheor of this blog named Sneha)</div><div><br /></div><div>You dont want Saransh Makwana to visit your place. What do you ay?</div><div>Saransh Mat-Anna.</div><div><br /></div><div>You want to call Adhitya Iyer. How do you do it?</div><div>AYE-YAAR Adhitya</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>All this was done in 10 minutes flat. Once I get more, I'll post them. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Any resembelence to any character, living or dead is purely intentional. :P</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Harshadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-37856585801829458382009-05-08T11:00:00.004+05:302009-05-09T15:13:11.716+05:30Was going to update my blog but....It was a period of 3 months where I didn't update my blog. A number of post's half written and later deleted. Its not like people wait for me to update my blog, but I want to do it myself. A list of post's I left half wirtten or just didnt start.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">1. Industrial Visit </span>: It was a 10 day trip and almost everyone who reads my blog had come for the IV, so no point writing about it. Though I wrote a poem, but it was something not everyone knew about. Hope you liked the poem. ;)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">2. Mumbai Indians (before IPL began)</span> : Its good I didn't write about it then. I would have written, "what a well balanced side Mumbai are and how they were certain to be in the semis." IPL began, in its middle stages, and we are having a competition with KKR over which team sucks more. I'm a die hard fan of Mumbai Indians, and will always be. All football lovers, what EPL is to you, IPL is to me. Want to have an argument over it, I'm ready!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">3. Mumbai University and how it manages to suck more as enter SE, and so on:</span> Really don't need to elaborate more on this, but seriously, its boring to keep abusing the system now. Let's be a part and try to suck more than what our system sucks.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">4. Description of all my FRIENDS :</span> I still have hald the article on my blog profile. It would be tooo gayish to do it. Sorry, its not something I am comfortable doing. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">5. Politics <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">: I can still write, but that would be giving too much importance to politicians in India. I have immense respect for Manmohan Singh, P Chidambaram and Pranab Mukharjee. That's it. No one else. But I support BJP as a party just because they don't have reservations on their ajenda. Sorry LK ji, I would'nt like you as the PM but would like your party rule. You just don't have a good candidate as your PM candidate.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">6. College Fest:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> Nothing to take home. College festivals in engineering colleges aren't the best just because for participation you'd need non-engg students who have exams when we have fests. And we need the support of the college, which the students never get. </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">7. Times Now :<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> It's the english version of India TV. Need I say more? <br /></span></span><div><br /></div><div>That's it! 6 half written articles and later deleted. There were actually more than 6, but even I have forgotten about them. </div><div><br /></div><div>Saw <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Mi Shivajiraje Bhosle Boltoy </span>yesterday. The message given is very good. Instead of blaming others for their problems, Maharashtrians should try to solve their problems themselves. Why blame the Shetty's who have hotels or Gujjus who have started business's in Mumbai or Biharis who are ready to come here and do jobs which Maharashtrians aren't ready to do. Yes we need no slums, but Maharashtrians should try and find the solution themselves instead of driving away the migrants from Mumbai. Would not like to again get into it, so leaving the topic right there. </div><div><br /></div><div>BTW, everyone plese read fake IPL player blog. He is an awesome writer. </div></div>Harshadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-44337919158088448022009-04-30T23:47:00.001+05:302009-04-30T23:50:43.477+05:30FOR ALL THOSE WHO DIDN'T VOTE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/Sfnr2X6WiZI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ie9aLLMfNlg/s1600-h/vote+ink.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/Sfnr2X6WiZI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ie9aLLMfNlg/s400/vote+ink.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330550953333918098" /></a>Harshadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-25925313939715777232009-04-24T20:58:00.003+05:302009-04-24T21:25:48.045+05:30THINGSA post after a long time - almost one entire semester. So many ups and downs this SEM and finally have the big test starting 28th April, 2009. <div><br /></div><div>Had a very good IV in Jan follwed by some boring lectures initially after which we found a new term - electronics giri meaning doing nothing. We hardly had college. I don't remember me sitting one entire day of college. May be just 2-3 days when we had all lectures and practicals - the rest were electronics giri days. I would sincerely like to thank the SPIT electronics faculty for the fun I had this SEM. But travelling 1 hr to reach college and realising you have had only 1 hr of college in the entire day is not somthing you'd like, even I didn't. I remember the canteen trips. We went to the canteen a minimum of thrice daily and had nothing there. </div><div>i)Go and come back.</div><div>ii)Go and mayb have chaas/misal and come back.</div><div>iii)Go and come back.</div><div>Went to the Bhavan's canteen quite a lot of times and had amazing Alu and Tikki Chaat there. Bhavans canteen is way way better than SPCE one. </div><div><br /></div><div>Realised quite a lot of things. The first being I can't do people (Chinmay u can sue me for copyright infringement :P). I just am not comfortable with people I have met just once or twice. It takes me a minimum of 2-3 months to be comfortable with people and that too only if I am with them 5-6 hrs on a regular basis. Probably due to this nature many people have thought that I have lots of attitude, I am khadus, et al. During my school days, I wasn't comfortable talking to people of the opposite sex - now how am I to blame for it? I am not too comfortable even now - but thanx to orkut and yahoo messenger the situation has improved a lot. A couple of my friends admitted later that they felt I had loads of attitude just because I never spoke to them or I ignored them. (Pls dont thing they were ga-ga over me or something like that :P) The friends being from my jr. college. But thing have certainly changed now. Shraddha admitted today she felt I was khadus and later added I still am - I have no comments :P . Anyone reading this blog and having felt that I hav loads of attitude and stuff like that, it because I am shy and no other thing. I just cant do people. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>IITians aren't great. Realised this thanx to our mini-project guide. They sleep, can't teach if there is no AC and think they are just too smart. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am short of topics. People who take the pain of reading my articles must be happy. (Yeh waise bhi faltu likhta hai toh padhkar kya faayda likhneka :P)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Harshadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-92037633819191190332009-03-22T20:58:00.001+05:302009-03-22T21:21:57.545+05:30The Unsinkable BondShe sipped her coffee, rested her elbow on the table and stared at the plants outside her window. She took a deep breath and said to herself, “I have to arrive at some decision. I have to make a choice”.<br /><br />How she wished the world would come to a still. How she wished everything around her would just stop moving. There are so many questions revolving around her head. “Why does it have to be me….Haven’t I given my best to this relationship?” Perhaps this is life. You don’t know what’s right or wrong. You just have to come to a decision. A decision which will in turn, decide your future.<br /><br />Priya still remembers the time when it had all started. The hospital, the surroundings, the chaos in and around every ICU. It was all still alive in her mind. She could still hear, see and feel everything. She still remembers the time. The time when the doctor arrived and announced, “Priya, I’m afraid. You have a huge responsibility coming. You sister has been diagnosed with moderate mental retardation.”<br /><br />The world turned upside down. Everything around her went blurred making her feel dizzy. She felt paralyzed. The doctor of course need not explain what the disorder is. Being a psychology student, she knew everything. She knew she had to take care of her sister herself and be with her day and night. She didn’t know what to feel. She was just helpless. But the only thing she knew was, to be prepared for the worst.<br /><br />Years glided by since that day. Priya loved her mother and her sister. She gave her best to cure her sister or at least not to make her condition worse. How she loved to look at her day and night. Her sister, lovingly called Angela, was charming in her own way. Priya just loved to attend to her, to teach her, to play with her. Not a moment came when she felt her sister was a burden. While others sympathized with her, she considered her little sister as a blessing. For her, she was the angel in the family. Then the day came when her responsibility had grown further. She became all alone. Her mentor, her idol, her mother was gone. Oh, how she dreaded that day. Her mind went numb. Her only solace, her support would no longer be with her. Once again, her family was reduced to two.<br /><br />But then, Priya was a strong lady. Her mother had never let her feel the absence of her father. She was raised like a boy. “The matured of the lot” - she had got used to this statement – from school, to college, to work. How this made her so proud. Priya was the wall to her mother. Ever since her father left, her mother had gone through the worst. Watching her mother crying to sleep everyday made her feel helpless. “Can’t I help my mother to move on?” – was the question she would ask herself. That’s when she decided to be a psychologist. Having immense empathy towards others, she was ‘the chosen one’ in this field. Success came to her way easily. Her confidence, dignity, her personality was charming. She walked like she ruled the world. Her smile could make a raging bull jump into the pool of happiness. Her sense of independence made the men go weak in their knees. She was like a magnet. People would be drawn towards her in no time. That’s the time she found her soul mate-Nikhil. He was just the perfect for her. He was her strength. How he comforted her. How he made her feel at ease. He was the only support to her now, the support in raising her sister. In a blink, he became her life.<br /><br />And there he goes – “I want you to shift your sister to a mentally challenged home”. Could she hear him right? Is it Nikhil? The same Nikhil who had once said, “No matter what, you should always look after your sister yourself and I’ll be there with you”? Her hand trembled. “Do you even know what you are saying”? Then came forth her options – whether she wants him or her sister (who would very soon leave this world too). The words felt like bullets in her ears. How could she leave Angela? She was her sister, her sole responsibility. The bond which she shared was indescribable. What about Nikhil? Why did he leave her in this turmoil? Why had he made those promises when they were never meant to be fulfilled? She had no answers. Nikhil had simply refused to give any. She just knew she had to come to a decision.<br /><br />Staring at the plants today, sipping coffee, Priya realized the time has come to arrive at a decision. But she was unable to do so. Suddenly there came a hand gripping her shoulders from behind. She looked around and saw her sister. Angela’s eyes were twinkling. It was screaming with joy saying – “I know you’ll be there with me”. Priya took her onto the lap and hugged her. She hugged her like never before. It’s strange how people who are called “mentally challenged” are so purer at heart than the so-called ‘unchallenged’ ones. Perhaps this is when we are at our best. When our mind is like a child and loses that shrewdness which makes us adults. Without a second’s thought she took her phone and typed – “I’ve made my decision. Let’s not cross our paths again”.<br /><br />That night she went for a walk by the sea face. It was pitch dark. She didn’t know how long it had been since she kept staring at the waves crashing on the shore. Time to time, the cool breeze slapped her by the face. She was devoid of all emotions. The clouds growled, the lightning above the sea made the whole surrounding picturesque. She walked. She walked like a new person. Her body, her soul was numb. Suddenly she felt the rain. The rain which made her see life from a different perspective. The rain which kissed her with love gently. The heavy breeze made the trees bow down to her – for being the way she was. Yes, she was alive once again. Her dignity, her self-respect bloomed like an immortal flower. She was free, in love with life, with herself. She understood the secret – the bond of the sisterly love. The bond for which she is still living. The bond unsinkable.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-89574000306824463472009-01-23T12:18:00.005+05:302009-01-23T17:22:35.715+05:30PROBABILITY<div><br /></div><div><div>It is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">almost</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">impossible</span> for such a question to appear in a MATHEMATICS QUESTION PAPER!!!!<div><br /></div><div>We were made to write this stuff during our Maths lecture on Probability. The prof. even said it is a very important question! :-|</div><div><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SXlpkVgt1VI/AAAAAAAAAco/jZIRl1BsNuw/s1600-h/p1.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></span><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SXlpkVgt1VI/AAAAAAAAAco/jZIRl1BsNuw/s400/p1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294378909921301842" style="text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SXlp-_yk8hI/AAAAAAAAAcw/xdMaZEMJ0mw/s1600-h/p2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SXlp-_yk8hI/AAAAAAAAAcw/xdMaZEMJ0mw/s400/p2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294379367947104786" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>What is the probability that the professor knows what to teach?? Probably 0 (zero) :P</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div>Harshadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-87117531589687058922009-01-19T21:32:00.002+05:302009-01-19T21:38:44.526+05:30A poem on a specific incident during the IV.<div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">The Contrive </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div>Everything was done </div><div>when they arrived in a van;</div><div><br /></div><div>Four of them with torch and backpack,</div><div>To check everyone in the pack;</div><div><br /></div><div>With torch in someones hand,</div><div>People ran towards their camp;</div><div><br /></div><div>The four went about with their plan,</div><div>Which was unknown to the people in the clan;</div><div><br /></div><div>The went into every tent,</div><div>to check for inebriant;</div><div><br /></div><div>Presence of inebriant was very much there,</div><div>It made no difference to people who weigh;</div><div><br /></div><div>Everything that remained,</div><div>No one knows what happened.</div><div><br /></div></div>Harshadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-71932333537921769022008-12-27T18:46:00.003+05:302008-12-27T23:40:03.781+05:30HILLARIOUSSome INDO-PAK news that makes you laugh!<br /><br />1. Previously, India was a part of Pakistan<br /><br />2. Indian terrorist caught for triggering the Lahore blast. The poor Talibani's who had planned and executed the blast didn't get their credit and took responsibility for the attack a day later.<br /><br />3. Zardari: We will fight till the last drop of blood.<br />So you have made up your mind you'll have to fight till the last drop of blood.<br /><br />4. Pakistan High Commissioner to US: We want counselor access for Ajmal.<br />He had forgotten that only citizens of a country get counselor access. :P<br /><br />5. We want hard evidence. I some how find this statement very amusing. Right since I was born on 26th December, 1989, I have been hearing the same statement.<br /><br />I'm sure I'll end up getting more of these due to some great Pakistani Ministers and DiplomatsHarshadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-18681661062287394352008-12-04T22:23:00.003+05:302008-12-04T22:50:01.344+05:30An open letter to a terrorist - By Kunal MerchantRead this wonderful letter in Mumbai Mirror on 4th December, 2008. Couldn't stop myself from posting it. A very very good <a href="http://www.mumbaimirror.com/article/2/2008120420081204034303161b6699660/An-open-letter-to-a-terrorist">article</a> to feature in Mumbai Mirror.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >The objective of a terrorist is not to kill, injure nor maim, but to instill terror in his victims. Your bullets and bombs killed close to 200 people and injured another 400, but your malice victimised around 1 billion citizens of my<br />country.<br /><br />Long after the dust has settled, long after the carnage has been moped away and long after we have returned safely home, the impetus of the terror you have instilled in us will then manifest itself. The grief, anger, mistrust and the fear will all turn into hatred.<br /><br />Then words will become embittered, fingers will be pointed, views will get extreme, the schism between communities will widen, governments will get polarised and violence will be employed.<br /><br />But aren’t these the very same reasons that led you to our shores? Is it not hatred that you yourself feel? Is it not terror itself that created you? So, the cancer would have come full circle and thus is the apparatus of your terrorism.<br /><br />When the riots took place in Mumbai, I was too young to understand. When bomb blasts went off in other cities they were too far off from me to notice.<br /><br />When trains in Mumbai were blown up, I only blinked twice. The night you attacked the Taj, I was having dinner there. Till that night, I had led my life in apathy, ignorance and cynicism.<br /><br />Just like your apathy which let you take innocent lives that night, my apathy did not let me value those already taken by terror. Just like the ignorance that made you perverse, my ignorance never let me feel for my fellow citizens.<br /><br />Just like the cynicism with which you marched into my city and ravaged it, the cynicism of my passivity welcomed you that day with open arms. I had allowed you to perpetuate your disease.<br /><br />That night, I was trapped with a man who had lost all hope of ever getting out alive. Broken, he sat in a chair, his heart gave in and life left his body.<br /><br />Your bullets and bombs never even touched him, nor must you have ever seen him, but your terror was what killed him. That was what you intended to do — to strangle hope.<br /><br />That night, I hoped for my life, I hoped that I could go home and play with my dog, I hoped that I could go back to work and I hoped that I would live to grow old one day.<br /><br />That night, this man paid the price of life for giving up hope, that night I knew the value of life for holding on to it. Hope – that is the difference between you and I.<br /><br />Because you had no hope. You have no choice, but to choose the path you did. Because I had hope, I now have a choice to pick the path that I will take.<br /><br />I can choose to do nothing and return to my apathy, ignorance and cynicism and let your cancer run its course, or I can choose to remove my blinkers and put an end to your terror.<br /><br />My retribution to you and my resolution to your disease is in these choices I have made today. I choose love over hate, knowledge over ignorance, integration over isolation, compassion over apathy, construction over destruction and understanding over force.<br /><br />Just as you did not care if you survived as long as you created terror, I too don’t care what becomes of you as long as I supplant this terror.<br /><br />In my last words to you I want you to know that even if you think you have been successful in victimising my entire country – you have failed because I am alive and I will always hold a kindled flame of hope.<br /><br />Just like only one of you could victimise an entire country, it will take only one of us to destroy your disease.<br /><br />But I am not alone. The youth of India, the frontier of the largest democracy in the world is waking up and making the same choices as I have.<br /><br />If it is terror that has created you – it is our humanity that will give you salvation. The evidence of this has always existed and soon you will see it.<br /><br />You will be given a fair trial by the same country that you victimised. The taxes of the same people you massacred will afford you a lawyer to fight in your defense.<br /><br />You will be tried by an impartial and unbiased judge and you will receive justice, though you deserve none.<br /><br />This is the fuel of my hope, this is the sanctity of my democracy, this is the echelon of my people and this is the beauty of my country. </span><br /><br /><br />Yes this is the beauty of our country. and the beauty of our people.Harshadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-21058453061095607702008-11-27T15:59:00.002+05:302008-11-27T18:41:40.814+05:30Globalization and Human Relations“Let’s meet up online today”... “I’ll call you up tonight”... “Come on Skype, it’s free”. Do these statements seem familiar? Yes, I bet you yourself use these every day. Facebook, Skype, Cell phones, Emails, Sms, Conference, Fax. You hear these words and the first thing that comes to your mind is the advancement of Technology. But what does it lead to? --- A sense of belongingness. Gone are the days when u had to make trunk calls once in 4 months or write 4 letters in a year to assure your loved ones of your safety. 10 days delay and their blood pressure would reach at its peak. Some people even suffered a lifetime separation from their families. And now? Your all time companion—cell phones remove this hassle off your mind. So what if you are 100 miles away from home. You still feel oh-so-close.<br />Thanks to Globalization – which started as an initiative towards economic prosperity by opening up trade routes, eventually led to cross cultural mixing. We now are used to sms languages, so used to that after completing this piece, am sure to read this twice to make sure I haven’t used any. Orkut has become our lifeline. Why not? After all we miss our far-away-living friends so much. And why to increase our bills by calling up when the simplest way is to go online and chat. Or talk for hours and hours free from Skype. And don’t we all enjoy it? Certainly we do. But enough of technology talks. Think of the international exposure we get. Do all of us want to do our Masters from India? Or U.K. and U.S are more preferred? In return what do we get apart from better job and education? Let me think-----‘firang’ friends? This is where the cross cultural mixing comes into picture. We now lovingly accept the enrichment of languages. Ever noticed the newly added ‘Hinglish’ words in Oxford dictionary? Then comes the ‘Adios’…’Sionara’…’Chow’…Don’t tell me even your grandparents used these jargons. Indian music, which was only confined to India, has now spread all over the world. Same goes for western music. Ask a 17 yr old what kind of music does he listen to and the immediate reply comes “Hard rock, Power Pop” and so forth. Not to deny the fact that this taste starts simply from peer pressure. We just don’t want to be the odd one out. And these common likes and dislikes, common topics of discussions tremendously help us to connect with our peers well. Cultural difference becomes a least-bothering issue. In fact, we simply love to boast “My best friend is an Australian”. Not only music, we find this blend of cultures in cuisines too—we all know how popular kebabs have become in England don’t we?<br />Globalization brings about both evolution and extinction. On one hand, we have an inter-twining culture—learning new languages, connecting to people from different parts of the globe, getting a taste of varying music etc. On the other hand, there’s an increasing dilution of cultural inheritance and stressed relationships. As we leave our footprints on the rest of the globe, we hardly realize the quickly perishing cultural identity as every subsequent generation absorbs more and more global culture (predominantly western). Where are the long-bragged about respect and reverence which we were known to give our elders? Does our so-called ‘sanskaar’ ask us to promote nuclear families by dumping our parents into some old-age home? Is our responsibility limited to providing them with material benefits? We now keep a track of the latest websites in the Internet. But do we care to bother ourselves with the torture the daughter-in-law of our neighbour has to go through? While our parents are counting days for our long-awaited visit in Diwali, we are busy counting the episodes of ‘Friends’ on satellite television—another ‘bliss’ of globalization. Okay, we all cherish the use of emails and sms. But do they hold as much importance as the personalized hand-written letters which we can keep forever as memories? Does your heart take a lift as much when you get an e-card as it does when u get a card via post?<br />A small town girl from Karnal, marries an American and goes on to serve the most prestigious space research organization of the world—Kalpana Chawla, like many others, never belonged to a single nation. They are the citizens of the world. Having belongingness to the planet as a whole, the children of globalization have made the boundaries between the nations irrelevant.<br />Globalization, with its numerous pros and cons, has no doubt implanted an increasing level of tolerance and acceptance within the people. Criticize it as much as you want, you still can’t do without it. This is when the saying by <strong>Kofi Annan</strong> proves right:-<br />“<strong>Arguing against globalization is like arguing against the law of gravity</strong>.”Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2