<?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-1995323251970554273</id><updated>2012-01-28T21:51:04.051+05:30</updated><category term='Pakistan'/><category term='miracle'/><category term='names'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='crap'/><category term='timepass'/><category term='pune'/><category term='Inspirational'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Humour'/><category term='attitude'/><category term='India'/><category term='globalization'/><title type='text'>INCREDIBLE INDIANS</title><subtitle type='html'>India is my country and all its cuisines are like my brothers and sisters</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-4094721478394031442</id><published>2011-03-05T12:55:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-10T11:39:11.355+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Expectations. The root cause of sadness. Question: Should we have expectations?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;आपना काम कर, फल की चिंता ना कर &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Live the present, think about the future but don't expect anything from the future. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-4094721478394031442?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/4094721478394031442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=4094721478394031442' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/4094721478394031442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/4094721478394031442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2011/03/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-6202304073304848126</id><published>2010-11-29T15:08:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-29T18:11:36.057+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Things I did in TWENTY10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post is a reply/update to '&lt;a href="http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-to-be-done-in-twenty10.html"&gt;Things to be done in TWENTY10!&lt;/a&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;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.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;February: Organise '&lt;a href="http://www.spacethefest.com/" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SPACE 2010 - Revolutionise the way you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'. I hope it turns out to be the best festivals that the BE's have seen in their 4 years of engineering.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sem 5 result expected.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;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. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;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.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;If not in February, results will certainly be out in this month.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I didn't get to eat much during&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; the reception. :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;April: Journal submissions and viva preparations. Yeah, again the same old shit. :-(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As I said, same old shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;May: College ends, vivas start and mid May come the dreadful Sem 6 written exams. :-(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I said no, dreadful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;June: Exams continue and end mid June. After that enjoy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh yeah, I would have had to decide between GATE, GRE, Placements and/or CAT by this time. :-( Some one help. :-(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;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.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I decided, I have no interest in MS studies. Skipped GRE. Had decided to start studying for CAT. Never happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;July: Enjoy the vacation and pretty much do the same I do by the end of June. Study for higher education entrance examinations.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh yes, I forgot, college reopens.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Also, will know by now if I have internship in the final year or screw myself with new subjects in Sem 8. :-(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will the placement process start?&lt;/i&gt; :-&lt;i&gt;/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;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&amp;amp;T is scheduled to visit in first week of August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;August: If I decide to take GRE, take it now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will have to decide my final year BE project.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will the placement process start? :-/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;No GRE. Final Year Project: GPS Based Vehicle Tracking System. Also, placement process started. I was placed in L&amp;amp;T. Serious, I didnt prepare either for the aptitude test or the interview. Luck, it is called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;September: My mothers birthday on the first day of this month. Will celebrate. :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;And yeah, good GRE score means I would start with the application process.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Also, study for CAT. Timepass, you see.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work on BE project.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will the placement process start? :-/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;October: Ohhhh, here comes journal completion, submission and viva preparation again. Engineering, I tell you! :-(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Prepare to take the CAT. (GRE or no GRE)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work on BE project.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will the placement process start? :-/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Journal completion - Check; Submission - Check; Viva Preparation - LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;CAT - Didn't study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;BE Project - Didn't work on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Placement - Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;November: Vivas, Practicals!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;And yeah, CAT! (Again, GRE or no GRE)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Celebrate dad's birthday!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will the placement process start? :-/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;CAT - Was a good experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Didn't quite celebrate dad's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/TPOeF_gvOnI/AAAAAAAACvU/XQ92VXywW5Q/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Will leave you with a graph I made. Works for all Mumbai University engineering students. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-6202304073304848126?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/6202304073304848126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=6202304073304848126' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/6202304073304848126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/6202304073304848126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-i-did-in-twenty2010.html' title='Things I did in TWENTY10'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/TPOeF_gvOnI/AAAAAAAACvU/XQ92VXywW5Q/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-3411997514110147560</id><published>2010-11-16T18:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-16T18:58:14.617+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Format, should we?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What if we had a 'format' button in life? Just like our PC. Lets get our analogy right here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hardware - Physical features like height, weight, looks. Intelligence which can be compared to motherboard, so that remains the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, is it in our interest to do it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Please excuse me for haphazard discussion of points)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-3411997514110147560?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/3411997514110147560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=3411997514110147560' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/3411997514110147560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/3411997514110147560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2010/11/format-should-we.html' title='Format, should we?'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-1337667955574010966</id><published>2010-11-05T08:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:13:36.147+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Aur Mujhe Kya Laga</title><content type='html'>&lt;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; "&gt;My first impression of Sardar Patel Institute of Technology.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day I got admission, 11.30 am to be precise, RD asked me to attend lectures after lunch. I didn't agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK , now to my post. Mujhe mere class mates ke baare mai eekdum start mai kya laga :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/rishkul.kulkarni"&gt;Rishkul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: 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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000909050939"&gt;Siddharth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/suresh.bommisetti"&gt;Suresh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: 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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=673463318"&gt;Apurva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: The girl with lots and lots of attitude problem. :P It changed. I know you have no such 'attitude problem'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=539145153"&gt;Kirti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/shilpa.sreekrishnan?ref=ts"&gt;Shilpa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people I had no firsts: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/saransh.makwana?ref=ts" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt;Saransh&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1621444900&amp;amp;ref=ts" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt;Prasad&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/husain.kassamnath?ref=ts" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt;Husain&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1546412194&amp;amp;ref=ts" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt;Kaushik&lt;/a&gt; and many others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: This post was written way back in March and I am posting it now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-1337667955574010966?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/1337667955574010966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=1337667955574010966' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/1337667955574010966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/1337667955574010966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2010/11/aur-mujhe-kya-laga.html' title='Aur Mujhe Kya Laga'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-286204419908985869</id><published>2010-06-21T14:15:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-09T21:37:16.013+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timepass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='names'/><title type='text'>Fun with names</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Part 1 was &lt;a href="http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-with-names.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part 2 is here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Q: You want to express your disappointment to Shraddha Shah. How do you do it?&lt;div&gt;A: Shraddha Shya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: Kirti just stepped on poo. How do you express this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Kirt-eeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: You want Rishkul to rush for a meeting. How do you ask him to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Kulkarni Rush-kul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: How do you tell everyone that Suresh Bomisetti is the boss?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Suresh Bommi-seth-hi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: How do you tell Adhitya Iyer to do come with you first and then carry on with his work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Adhi-(t)-ya Iyer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: How do you tell Pratap Kaul to open a tap?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Pra-TAP Khol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: How do you respond to some disgusting thing that Shilpa has done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Sheeeee-lpa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: How do you ask Siddharth Deekshit to look at something??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: See-dat Deekshit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;Any resembelence to any character, living or dead is purely intentional. &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/1995323251970554273-286204419908985869?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/286204419908985869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=286204419908985869' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/286204419908985869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/286204419908985869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2010/06/fun-with-names.html' title='Fun with names'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-8381632530119990054</id><published>2010-06-20T12:07:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:38:18.260+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attitude'/><title type='text'>We Indians.</title><content type='html'>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. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/harshadd?v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=102818633104060"&gt;status update&lt;/a&gt; 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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;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.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-8381632530119990054?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/8381632530119990054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=8381632530119990054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/8381632530119990054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/8381632530119990054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-indians.html' title='We Indians.'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-3880634677087659902</id><published>2010-02-28T10:02:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-28T15:09:51.915+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BEING MIND F****D AND NOW</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I want to thank everyone even remotely related to SPACE. SPACE 2010 was my life for the past 1 month. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Monday happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A blog update after a long time. I had decided I at least need to have one article on SPACE. Here it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All is well that ends well. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully, I would now have time (to think what to write) to update my blog henceforth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-3880634677087659902?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/3880634677087659902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=3880634677087659902' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/3880634677087659902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/3880634677087659902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2010/02/being-mind-fd-and-now.html' title='BEING MIND F****D AND NOW'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-5148636226219121993</id><published>2010-01-02T16:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-02T17:26:14.642+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Things to be done in TWENTY10!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Firstly, wish you all a happy new year. I have sooooo many things to be done this year. I have no choice, do I???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;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.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February: Organise '&lt;a href="http://www.spacethefest.com/"&gt;SPACE 2010 - Revolutionise the way you see&lt;/a&gt;'. I hope it turns out to be the best festivals that the BE's have seen in their 4 years of engineering.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem 5 result expected.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If not in February, results will certainly be out in this month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April: Journal submissions and viva preparations. Yeah, again the same old shit. :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May: College ends, vivas start and mid May come the dreadful Sem 6 written exams. :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June: Exams continue and end mid June. After that enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, I would have had to decide between GATE, GRE, Placements and/or CAT by this time. :-( Some one help. :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;July: Enjoy the vacation and pretty much do the same I do by the end of June. Study for higher education entrance examinations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, I forgot, college reopens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, will know by now if I have internship in the final year or screw myself with new subjects in Sem 8. :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will the placement process start? :-/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August: If I decide to take GRE, take it now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will have to decide my final year BE project. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will the placement process start? :-/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;September: My mothers birthday on the first day of this month. Will celebrate. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah, good GRE score means I would start with the application process. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, study for CAT. Timepass, you see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work on BE project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will the placement process start? :-/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;October: Ohhhh, here comes journal completion, submission and viva preparation again. Engineering, I tell you! :-( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prepare to take the CAT. (GRE or no GRE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work on BE project. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will the placement process start? :-/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;November: Vivas, Practicals! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah, CAT! (Again, GRE or no GRE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrate dad's birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will the placement process start? :-/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December: My final year exams. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah, will ask this question to everyone through out the month: '31st ka kya plan hai?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-5148636226219121993?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/5148636226219121993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=5148636226219121993' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/5148636226219121993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/5148636226219121993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-to-be-done-in-twenty10.html' title='Things to be done in TWENTY10!'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-4175013994072464968</id><published>2009-11-05T19:37:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-21T10:16:01.047+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SUBMISSION OBSERVATIONS</title><content type='html'>I 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&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. First question you are asked after your journal is signed is - Kaunsa grade aaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A typical conversation would involve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Kya grade diya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: A+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Mereko toh A hie diya rey. Mera impression acha hai na (:P expression on his face)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Lowest grade toh C+ hai rey. Aur tereko pata hai kya, Person X itna chatta tha, lekin fir bhi B+ hie grade mila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C: Arey A, usne kya viva liya kya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Nahi rey, kuch dekha bhi nahi.Ekdum mast sign kiya journal par.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. You start writing you write-ups only 1 week before yout submissions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask anyone else to do this in a span of 1 week and you'd know the difference. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Others will be added later. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-4175013994072464968?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/4175013994072464968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=4175013994072464968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/4175013994072464968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/4175013994072464968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2009/11/submission-observations.html' title='SUBMISSION OBSERVATIONS'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-7635478747323383287</id><published>2009-10-28T23:33:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:48:52.518+05:30</updated><title type='text'>David Shepherd dies :-(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/39069000/jpg/_39069379_umpire_quirk_203270.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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. :-(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His pragmatic approach earned him respect from not only players but cricket fans like me as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My condolonces to David Shepherd's family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May his soul rest in peace. :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-7635478747323383287?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/7635478747323383287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=7635478747323383287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/7635478747323383287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/7635478747323383287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2009/10/david-shepherd-dies.html' title='David Shepherd dies :-('/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-5478469067382552185</id><published>2009-10-17T19:37:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:17:25.890+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How?</title><content type='html'>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. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the question: Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9-5 schedule, no vacation and of late - Monday tests are the main reason.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ganpati&lt;/span&gt;, but the last 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ganpatis&lt;/span&gt;, before I can actually enjoy it, its time for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;visarjan&lt;/span&gt;. I used to visit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ganpati&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mandal&lt;/span&gt; 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, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ganesh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chaturthi&lt;/span&gt; could not be enjoyed because of Monday tests. It was just the second &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ganesh&lt;/span&gt; festival feel is missing. You have your daily routine and the routine is too taxing to allow you to enjoy any festival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dassera&lt;/span&gt;, 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Dhanatrayodashi&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Dhanteras&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to enjoy all the above days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My question: How??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-5478469067382552185?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/5478469067382552185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=5478469067382552185' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/5478469067382552185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/5478469067382552185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2009/10/how.html' title='How?'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-6690662123216573442</id><published>2009-10-13T13:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:05:07.590+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THOSE OF YOU WHO DIDN'T VOTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;YOU SUCK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and this doesn't include people who went to the polling booth and were told they cannot vote)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-6690662123216573442?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/6690662123216573442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=6690662123216573442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/6690662123216573442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/6690662123216573442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2009/10/those-of-you-who-didnt-vote.html' title='THOSE OF YOU WHO DIDN&apos;T VOTE'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-2103787701571177166</id><published>2009-09-20T19:46:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:50:03.511+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long 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. :-(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOMEBODY HELP!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-2103787701571177166?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/2103787701571177166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=2103787701571177166' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/2103787701571177166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/2103787701571177166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-time-since-blog-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-7324429099443502067</id><published>2009-07-02T12:37:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:07:30.738+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pune'/><title type='text'>RANDOM PUNE STUFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt; - My second home. If I ain't in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt;, 90% of the times I will be spending my time @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt;. I just love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt; and (not quite) the people there except &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ofcourse&lt;/span&gt; my cousins which is the primary reason I go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt; in the first place. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some random &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt; crap. Some incidents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The day after I gave my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MH&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;CET&lt;/span&gt; to get into 4 years of jail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had booked a ticket for the 10.30 am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;MSRTC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Shivneri&lt;/span&gt; bus to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Chembur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Maitry&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Maitry&lt;/span&gt; Park at 10.10 am. There is this bus which reaches &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Maitry&lt;/span&gt; Park at 10.15. Another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Shivneri&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt;. 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. I was still unhappy with myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt; 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! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;CADB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No! I'm not talking about mechanical engineering stuff. It's chocolate that I'm talking about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate Ice cream + Chocolate Milkshake (with butter) + grated chocolate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glass 3/4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; the size of beer glasses they show during cricket and football matches in spectators hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Price: Rs 30/- only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome stuff!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt; incidents/stuff later!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-7324429099443502067?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/7324429099443502067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=7324429099443502067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/7324429099443502067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/7324429099443502067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-pune-stuff.html' title='RANDOM PUNE STUFF'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-8125195809300808328</id><published>2009-06-17T10:17:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:28:21.564+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Matheran - Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/Sjh3o7GRnUI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/prT3_MtB6uw/s1600-h/100_5847.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/Sjh3UXUYvbI/AAAAAAAAAfI/b9Iri-cszoM/s1600-h/100_5832.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/Sjh3FnQ7tCI/AAAAAAAAAfA/lM4oqeJTtD0/s1600-h/100_5822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/Sjh2lbcCYRI/AAAAAAAAAeo/LHgz1se2FTg/s1600-h/100_5808.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-8125195809300808328?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/8125195809300808328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=8125195809300808328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/8125195809300808328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/8125195809300808328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2009/06/matheran-pics.html' title='Matheran - Pics'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/Sjh3o7GRnUI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/prT3_MtB6uw/s72-c/100_5847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-4727559592435739724</id><published>2009-05-10T10:38:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:06:00.169+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='names'/><title type='text'>FUN WITH NAMES</title><content type='html'>Bored of your name, here's some fun stuff with names. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend ranjit came up with these awesome 3 comedy questions with my name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will Harshad's possesive girl friend tell everybody?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That he is HER-shad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will you call Harshad when he makes a mistake?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ERR-shad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will you say when you want Harshad to lose badly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HARR-shad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came up with 3 more to counter him. His name is Ranjit Warrier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How will you inform Ranjit about a war?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ranjit WAR-HERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ranjit scored a run of the last ball of the match and won it.  What is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RAN-N-JEET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ranjit is wearing a baniyan. How do you say it in marathi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GANJIT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now over to others who read my blog.  Atleast I assume they read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You want Rishkul to keep quiet. What do you say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SSHH-kul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siddharth is in midst of a big problem. How do you tell it to others?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siddharth in Deep-shit (His surname is Deekshit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You want Kirti to make something out of coconut. What do u tell her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kirti Khobra-kar. (Her surname is Khopkar)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How does a person form Tamil Nadu tell Shraddha to shred coconut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sherd-DA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinmay Kamath is doing some work. How do you tell it to others?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinmay Kaamat.  (Marathi mai padho)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't want Chinmay Kamath to eat. What do you tell him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chimay Kha-Mat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How does a bowler tell Nikit to edge the ball?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick-it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sreyashi is in love with a guy named Sreyash. What does she say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want Sreyash-hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Btw Sreyashi is the co-autheor of this blog named Sneha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You dont want Saransh Makwana to visit your place. What do you ay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saransh Mat-Anna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You want to call Adhitya Iyer. How do you do it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AYE-YAAR Adhitya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this was done in 10 minutes flat. Once I get more, I'll post them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Any resembelence to any character, living or dead is purely intentional. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-4727559592435739724?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/4727559592435739724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=4727559592435739724' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/4727559592435739724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/4727559592435739724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-with-names.html' title='FUN WITH NAMES'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-3785658580182945838</id><published>2009-05-08T11:00:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-09T15:13:11.716+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Was going to update my blog but....</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Industrial Visit &lt;/span&gt;: 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. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Mumbai Indians (before IPL began)&lt;/span&gt; : 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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Mumbai University and how it manages to suck more as enter SE, and so on:&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Description of all my FRIENDS :&lt;/span&gt; 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. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Politics &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;: 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. College Fest:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; 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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Times Now :&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; It's the english version of India TV. Need I say more? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it! 6 half written articles and later deleted. There were actually more than 6, but even I have forgotten about them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Shivajiraje Bhosle Boltoy &lt;/span&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, everyone plese read fake IPL player blog. He is an awesome writer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-3785658580182945838?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/3785658580182945838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=3785658580182945838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/3785658580182945838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/3785658580182945838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2009/05/was-going-to-update-my-blog-but.html' title='Was going to update my blog but....'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-4433791915808844802</id><published>2009-04-30T23:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:50:43.477+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FOR ALL THOSE WHO DIDN'T VOTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/Sfnr2X6WiZI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ie9aLLMfNlg/s1600-h/vote+ink.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-4433791915808844802?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/4433791915808844802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=4433791915808844802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/4433791915808844802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/4433791915808844802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-all-those-who-didnt-vote.html' title='FOR ALL THOSE WHO DIDN&apos;T VOTE'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/Sfnr2X6WiZI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ie9aLLMfNlg/s72-c/vote+ink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-2592531393971577723</id><published>2009-04-24T20:58:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:25:48.045+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THINGS</title><content type='html'>A 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. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i)Go and come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii)Go and mayb have chaas/misal and come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iii)Go and come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-2592531393971577723?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/2592531393971577723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=2592531393971577723' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/2592531393971577723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/2592531393971577723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2009/04/things.html' title='THINGS'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-9203763381919119033</id><published>2009-03-22T20:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:21:57.545+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Unsinkable Bond</title><content type='html'>She 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”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-9203763381919119033?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/9203763381919119033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=9203763381919119033' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/9203763381919119033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/9203763381919119033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2009/03/unsinkable-bond.html' title='The Unsinkable Bond'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615907045886200683</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-1995323251970554273.post-8957400030682446347</id><published>2009-01-23T12:18:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:22:35.715+05:30</updated><title type='text'>PROBABILITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt; for such a question to appear in a MATHEMATICS QUESTION PAPER!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were made to write this stuff during our Maths lecture on Probability. The prof. even said it is a very important question! :-|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SXlp-_yk8hI/AAAAAAAAAcw/xdMaZEMJ0mw/s1600-h/p2.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is the probability that the professor knows what to teach?? Probably 0 (zero) :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-8957400030682446347?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/8957400030682446347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=8957400030682446347' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/8957400030682446347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/8957400030682446347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2009/01/probability.html' title='PROBABILITY'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SXlpkVgt1VI/AAAAAAAAAco/jZIRl1BsNuw/s72-c/p1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-8711753158968705892</id><published>2009-01-19T21:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:38:44.526+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A poem on a specific incident during the IV.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Contrive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything was done &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when they arrived in a van;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four of them with torch and backpack,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To check everyone in the pack;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With torch in someones hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People ran towards their camp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The four went about with their plan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which was unknown to the people in the clan;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The went into every tent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to check for inebriant;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presence of inebriant was very much there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It made no difference to people who weigh;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything that remained,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one knows what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-8711753158968705892?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/8711753158968705892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=8711753158968705892' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/8711753158968705892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/8711753158968705892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2009/01/poem-on-specific-incident-during-iv.html' title=''/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-7193233353792176902</id><published>2008-12-27T18:46:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:40:03.781+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pakistan'/><title type='text'>HILLARIOUS</title><content type='html'>Some INDO-PAK news that makes you laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Previously, India was a part of Pakistan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Zardari: We will fight till the last drop of blood.&lt;br /&gt;So you have made up your mind you'll have to fight till the last drop of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pakistan High Commissioner to US: We want counselor access for Ajmal.&lt;br /&gt;He had forgotten that only citizens of a country get counselor access. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll end up getting more of these due to some great Pakistani Ministers and Diplomats&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-7193233353792176902?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/7193233353792176902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=7193233353792176902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/7193233353792176902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/7193233353792176902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/12/hillarious.html' title='HILLARIOUS'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-1868166106228739435</id><published>2008-12-04T22:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:50:01.344+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An open letter to a terrorist - By Kunal Merchant</title><content type='html'>Read this wonderful letter in Mumbai Mirror on 4th December, 2008. Couldn't stop myself from posting it. A very very good &lt;a href="http://www.mumbaimirror.com/article/2/2008120420081204034303161b6699660/An-open-letter-to-a-terrorist"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; to feature in Mumbai Mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;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&lt;br /&gt;country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like only one of you could victimise an entire country, it will take only one of us to destroy your disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be tried by an impartial and unbiased judge and you will receive justice, though you deserve none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this is the beauty of our country. and the beauty of our people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-1868166106228739435?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/1868166106228739435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=1868166106228739435' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/1868166106228739435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/1868166106228739435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/12/open-letter-to-terrorist-by-kunal.html' title='An open letter to a terrorist - By Kunal Merchant'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-2105845306109560770</id><published>2008-11-27T15:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-27T18:41:40.814+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='globalization'/><title type='text'>Globalization and Human Relations</title><content type='html'>“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.&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;strong&gt;Kofi Annan&lt;/strong&gt; proves right:-&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Arguing against globalization is like arguing against the law of gravity&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-2105845306109560770?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/2105845306109560770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=2105845306109560770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/2105845306109560770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/2105845306109560770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/11/globalization-and-human-relations_27.html' title='Globalization and Human Relations'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615907045886200683</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-1995323251970554273.post-8972574767106469534</id><published>2008-11-18T18:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:48:31.334+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SSLDTVVyupI/AAAAAAAAAaU/sahNhVACfpc/s1600-h/untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SSLDTVVyupI/AAAAAAAAAaU/sahNhVACfpc/s400/untitled1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269989250890381970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIL KUMBLE ANNOUNCES RETIREMENT COURTESY BCCI?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he????? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes a good pic!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-8972574767106469534?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/8972574767106469534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=8972574767106469534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/8972574767106469534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/8972574767106469534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/11/anil-kumble-announces-retirement.html' title=''/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SSLDTVVyupI/AAAAAAAAAaU/sahNhVACfpc/s72-c/untitled1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-5984664753537100288</id><published>2008-11-14T15:40:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:40:31.360+05:30</updated><title type='text'>VIVA VOCE RULES</title><content type='html'>When the "VIVA" season is over, the only word  that can describe any engineering students state is RELIEF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are certain rules and observations that can be applied to vivas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The external examiner shall never come on time. He/She has to be a minimum of 1 hr late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Vivas shall never be good, they can just be bad, worse or worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The professor shall make all effort possible to confuse you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The student shall be asked a minimum of one question that he/she cannot answer. Following the question, there will be many such questions from the same topic that the question belonged to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The student shall find that asking questions that he/she cannot answer is not a form of revenge but it actually gives a sense of fulfillment to the internal examiner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If vivas were to be recorded on video camera, the expressions on students face's can feature in world's best comedy videos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Student has to agree with the examiner under all circumstances eventually only to learn that it was an idea to confuse him/her and get the wrong answer from him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The only aim of vivas is to let students know that they know nothing of the concerned subject. Its a waste of time sitting in front of the two greats of the subject and trying to answer their googlies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-5984664753537100288?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/5984664753537100288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=5984664753537100288' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/5984664753537100288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/5984664753537100288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/11/viva-voce-rules.html' title='VIVA VOCE RULES'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-4251724240834830093</id><published>2008-11-09T00:17:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:58:01.159+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>THE POWER OF YOU!</title><content type='html'>I just read this wonderful thought of an Angelic bishop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young and free and my imagination had no limits,&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of changing the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew older, I realised the world would not change.&lt;br /&gt;And I decided to shorten my sights and change my country.&lt;br /&gt;But it too, seemed immovable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i entered my twilight years, in one last desperate attempt,&lt;br /&gt;I sought to change only my family.&lt;br /&gt;Alas, they would not change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, as I lie on my deathbed, and realize( for the first time),&lt;br /&gt;that,, if only I would've changed myself first,&lt;br /&gt;Then ,by example I would've changed my family&lt;br /&gt;And with their encouragement and support,&lt;br /&gt;I may have bettered my country, and who knows?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could've changed the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powerful thought.&lt;br /&gt;Not possible , you think?&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read an article in the National Geographic on a region in China called Wenzhou.&lt;br /&gt;Wenzhou is a cursed place.&lt;br /&gt;No crops can grow there. The land in fact, is so bad that even roads can't be built there. In fact any Industrial Development progam would prove to be futile here.&lt;br /&gt;But Wenzou has the advantage of an undying enthusiasm of the local people.&lt;br /&gt;Families opened tiny workshops with fewer than a dozen workers and they produced simple goods. Over time the workshops blossomed into full scale industries and Wenzhou came to dominate certain low-tech industries. Today, one- quarter of the shoes worn by the world come from Wenzhou. The province makes 70% of the world's cigarette lighters. Over 90% of Wenzhou's economy is private.&lt;br /&gt;The Wenzhou model has become a source of inspiration for the rest of the Zhejiang region in which Wenzhou lies.&lt;br /&gt;80% of the Zhejiang enterpreneurs have an education of less than 8 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it so happens, that this area has become now, the richest in the country! Industries are built within one day, plans are made within hours...and a dream of a young poor Chinese is converted to reality just within 48 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government there soon realised the power of the people's constructiveness. They promoted such industries and allow them to grow freely all over China.&lt;br /&gt;And today, everyone watched in awe, as China played a fantastic host to the world's biggest games, The Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the little toy you got from Mc'Donald's today comes from Wenzhou. Maybe ten industries worked for an hour to get the final product for you. Maybe a village full of Chinese youth earned their wages, because you were ready somewhere in the world to buy a Happy Meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is that a poor village of strong minded poor Chinese people are changing the face of China as I am typing these words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if an 8-grader can bring about such a vast change...just by changing his own surroundings, then why can't we?&lt;br /&gt;The world's a small place today.&lt;br /&gt;It's reach, however ,is large.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time to harness this flat world's opportunities, to build ...not to destroy.&lt;br /&gt;The world's moving towards becoming a village, JOIN THE CLUB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-4251724240834830093?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/4251724240834830093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=4251724240834830093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/4251724240834830093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/4251724240834830093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/11/power-of-constructive-competition.html' title='THE POWER OF YOU!'/><author><name>Yash Chitalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995749215781203519</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-1995323251970554273.post-7399744282144214825</id><published>2008-11-08T20:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:47:34.211+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kahan gaye woh din....</title><content type='html'>Remember when you were young and went to a temple, the main attraction was 'prasad'. The small sweet white balls. known as 'sakhar futana' is what I used to crave for. I remember, our pujari used to give me a packet of prasad, I used to love him more than God. God was secondary then, tough at home I was thought that prasad was something that was secondary. How many times as kids we have gone to a temple and played in the courtyard? For  me, it was many times. Its been long since I have gone to a temple. Not even for prasad, the one thing that used to take me there regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember those days when whatever the teacher said was right. Even when our mother used to correct our teacher, we used to correct her. Teachers were meant to be right. Nothing said against our teacher was tolerated by us. She / He was the best person for us then. Respect was one thing that was always present for our teacher. Do you remember the last time you had respect for your professor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember  the days when  cried without a reason in your mothers lap. You actually had tears in your eyes because your fell while playing cricket. You remember complaining your mom that a friend of yours has been teasing you with a girl? Do you remember the last time you went up to your mother and discussed you day's happening with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember you wanted to choose a profession like a conductor or a tv repair engineer? You found it more attractive than sitting in front of a PC and coding ALGOS. You didnt know that being a conductor is not the profession thats not respected. Do you remember the last time you hopped into a BEST bus and gave a smile to the conductor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As kids we were used to do somethings without thinking twice. We just did things because we wanted to. Now, we do things because we need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to ask ourselves: " Kahan gaye woh din"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-7399744282144214825?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/7399744282144214825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=7399744282144214825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/7399744282144214825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/7399744282144214825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/11/kahan-gaye-woh-din.html' title='Kahan gaye woh din....'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-8952627790758324346</id><published>2008-11-07T22:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:09:22.070+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE ARVIND KHAMITKAR HOAX!</title><content type='html'>Maybe you have already recieved this mail. Maybe you will recieve it some time. Maybe you have forwarded this to many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't avoid, Pls read this mail)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM Arvind Khamitkar   ,&lt;br /&gt;I.A.S, Director of Medical &amp;amp; Research Div,&lt;br /&gt;Chennai&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, in a movie theater, a person felt&lt;br /&gt;something poking from her seat&lt;br /&gt;When she got up to see what it was, she found a&lt;br /&gt;needle sticking out of the seat with a note attached saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You have just been infected by HIV'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Disease Control Center (in Paris ) reports many similar&lt;br /&gt;events in many other cities recently. All tested needles were HIV Positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Center also reports that needles have been found&lt;br /&gt;in cash dispensers at public banking machines. We ask everyone to use extreme caution when faced with&lt;br /&gt;this kind of situation. All public chairs/seats should be inspected with vigilance and caution before use. A careful visual inspection should be enough. In addition, they ask that each of you pass this message along to all members of your family and your friends athe potential danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, one doctor has narrated a somewhat similar&lt;br /&gt;instance that happened to one of his patients at the Priya Cinema in Delhi .. A young girl, engaged and about to be married in a couple of months, was pricked while the movie was going on.. The tag with the needle had the message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Welcome to the World of HIV family'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the doctors told her family that it takes about 6&lt;br /&gt;months before the virus grows strong enough to start&lt;br /&gt;damaging the system and a healthy victim could survive about 5-6 years,   the girl died in 4 months, perhaps more because of the 'Shock thought'.&lt;br /&gt;We all have to be careful at public places, rest God help! Just think about saving a life by   forwarding this message. Please, take a few seconds of your time to pass along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Regards, Arvind Khamitkar   ,&lt;br /&gt;I.A.S, Director of Medical &amp;amp; Research Div, Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than forwarding irrelevant mails, kindly pass&lt;br /&gt;this to every one.&lt;br /&gt;Probably ur mail can help some save his/her life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I recieved this mail today morning. This messege looks pretty convincing to the first eye's glance. In fact it is enough to scare the wits out of anybody. What if i was unknowingly pricked.?&lt;br /&gt;What if this happens to me? Who could be doing this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Panic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A quick search on Google revealed this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 1em; "&gt;A hoax mail is causing sensation among netizens these days. The mail is warning about people being prickled by HIV infected needles in public places. Though, the original mailer is still to be traced out.&lt;span id="more-129"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 1em; "&gt;The mailer naming himself Arvind Khamitkar, I.A.S, Director of Medical &amp;amp; Research Division, Chennai, tells an instance of a girl from delhi who was infected by HIV virus containing needle and died in 4 months. He claims that the needle had a tag, which read ‘‘Welcome to the family of HIV.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Health Department officials have described the e-mail as a hoax.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 1em; "&gt;‘‘There is no such IAS officer or Department in Tamil Nadu. There is no cause for an alarm’’ a senior Health official said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 1em; "&gt;Dr Usman, former director of Institute of Sexually Transmitted Diseases, Government General Hospital said, ‘‘For the virus to be transmitted, it has to freshly taken in the syringe and the anti-coagulants had to be mixed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 1em; "&gt;The virus stays fresh till the blood is moist and it has to injected immediately on a person. But in the hot climates the virus cannot survive outside for long.’’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 1em; "&gt;‘‘I would call this a combination of spam and prank,’’ said Na Vijayashankar, director, Cyber Law College, Chennai. According to him, especially younger Internet users indulge in such crimes to prove their technical capabilities and to satisfy their ego.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 1em; "&gt;The police can easily trace the Internet Protocol address from which the e-mail had originated, he said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This messege first began doing the rounds in 2006. especially this year, it has spread all over the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is in our hands to verify the content of any mail before clicking the forward button.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if anybody could ever die of AIDS in this manner, but i surely am convinced that wanton spread of such hoax emails could bring about a "Shock-Death" or two!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, live life KING SIZE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-8952627790758324346?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/8952627790758324346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=8952627790758324346' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/8952627790758324346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/8952627790758324346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/11/arvind-khamitkar-hoax.html' title='THE ARVIND KHAMITKAR HOAX!'/><author><name>Yash Chitalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995749215781203519</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>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-2253470617951103574</id><published>2008-10-20T20:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:38:12.535+05:30</updated><title type='text'>POINTLESS</title><content type='html'>I was walking on the foot over bridge at Kurla station when i overheard a conversation between a mother and his son&lt;br /&gt;Son: Mujhe 4 rupiya do na, vada pav khana hai, bhai ko bhi khana hai&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Nahi, tu akele khayega, usse nahi dega&lt;br /&gt;Son: do na paisa, khana hai mujhe&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Paisa nahi hai mere paas, ja tu abhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same day, I had planned to have a pizza. A pizza by myself when people cant have a vada-pav for themselves. A pizza costing Rs. 200+ and a vada pav costing Rs.5-&lt;br /&gt;The only feeling that was left was guilt. I don't know why, but there was guilt. Why am I having a pizza for me when people around me cant have basic food that they like. If he would have been asking for a chewing gum or a chocolate, I wouldn't have felt guilt. But what really moved me was he was asking for food. A filling food of vada pav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people like to generate political mileage over "marathi manoos" and "we will resign for North Indians" when the common man doesn't even have  money for a days food. Why not work for this common man instead?  You want votes, dont you? Well, here is your chance to get votes and at the same time help the needy. Does a person who doesnt have 1 meal think about what state he is from or what country he belongs to? No, he just wants food. We talk about marathi culture deteriorating in Maharashtra, but we dont understand, why are immigrants coming here. At least the basic necessities are fulfilled to some extent. A person may not be getting even  single meal a day at his hometown. In Mumbai, atleast he earns 1 meal per day. Its all for living. I didn't mean to talk about this issue in the post but it just came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The matter than needs to be stressed is many people in India cannot fulfil the basic necessities - food, clothing and shelter. Be it farmers from Vidharba or Biharis. The same goes for Oriyas and Andhraites from villages. We, sitting here in big cosmoplitian cities hardly care for them. We have other agendas on our mind. These people can easily be lured for a vote, and thats w government is formed (may be). Education is the cure to all this. Education - the golden word. Why can't we as educated people, help the backward. TIMES OF INDIA TEACH INDIA CAMPAIGN is restricted to cities alone, why not villages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might have noticed that the post starts  and brings up one point and ends at a different point altogether. Thats because may be, all these points are just entangled. Its a cycle, and once one link is broken, we might have a truely developed country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-2253470617951103574?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/2253470617951103574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=2253470617951103574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/2253470617951103574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/2253470617951103574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/10/pointless.html' title='POINTLESS'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-1878929921294189157</id><published>2008-09-07T19:35:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:55:11.304+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Indianess - part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, 7th September, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 11.00 am&lt;br /&gt;I double click on "Connection to five network" icon. Click on Dial.&lt;br /&gt;" The username/password you have provided is incorrect."&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that my internet has been deactivated / expired, I call Swastik net (2522XXXX) and here is how the conversation takes place.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello, me 36/A kamgar nagar madhun boltoy. Mala majha internet renew karaycha aahe.&lt;br /&gt;SN: userid sanga.&lt;br /&gt;Me: sunil_desh "s u n i l _ d e s h"(Spelling it out)&lt;br /&gt;SN: Thik aahe, hooun jaail.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kiti time lagel?&lt;br /&gt;SN: Eek ardha taas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 12.00 noon&lt;br /&gt;Same damn username/ password incorrect message&lt;br /&gt;Call Swastik net.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Me 36/A kamgar nagar madhun................................(Same as above) Me 11 vajta fone kelella, tevha tumhi 30 mins bolla ajun jhala nahi aahe&lt;br /&gt;Again I am asked for my username and told that it'll be done in 15 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing is repeated 5 times till 4'o clock.&lt;br /&gt;And I am pissed now. I am controlling myself from shouting at the top of my voice on the operator just because people at my house were sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;At 4.00 when I call them, that time I get the reason why my internet connection has not been renewed.&lt;br /&gt;SN: Tumcha payment baaki aahe.&lt;br /&gt;Me:Tumhi ghyayla aala ka? tumhi jevha yeta tevha payment hooun jaata, tumhi yeyla tari pahije!&lt;br /&gt;SN: Ho saheb, aamhi aamcha manus pathavto, tevha tyala payment dya. Hooun jaail.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thik aahe, pathva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man comes at 4.15 nd collects the payment. He calls their office and asks them to renew the account from my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4.45, I check, and still my internet hasnt been renewed.&lt;br /&gt;Again the same old procedure of calling and firing those guys&lt;br /&gt;At 5, its activate and running as I write this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand, if the operator had told me the reason for not renewing my account at 11'o clock itself, I would have had my internet connectiong running at 12 noon. But theres lack of management in every sphere of life. A internet provider can easily keep a recored of payments and reason for non -renewal of account canbe told then and there rather than making the person call 5 times and then telling him the reason in the first place.  You can observe this everywhere in India. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No work is done unless u spend Rs 10. on telephone calls.&lt;/span&gt; May be its because of our "Indianness" -in reference to the INDIANESS article that I have written. These are somethings that need to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they dont:&lt;br /&gt;We are there to adjust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOPEFULLY THEY WILL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-1878929921294189157?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/1878929921294189157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=1878929921294189157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/1878929921294189157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/1878929921294189157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/09/indianess-part-2.html' title='Indianess - part 2'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-4836799629289747709</id><published>2008-08-21T23:24:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-30T10:42:27.013+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BREAKING NEWS</title><content type='html'>The most common thing in India along with 70 year old politicians is BREAKING NEWS. I got up one morning to read "BREAKING NEWS: AKHIL KUMAR JAIL VIBHAG SE PARESHAN". "BREAKING NEWS: 3 MAHINO SE TANKHWAAN NAHI MILI" "BREAKING NEWS: BLAH BLAH BLAH".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I ever saw BREAKING NEWS on a Hindi news channel was when there was a bomb blast at Ghatkopar in 2001. It was really a biggggggg news as one would call it and it deserved to be categorized as BREAKING NEWS. After that tough I agree that the number of blasts taking place have increased but the number of BREAKING NEWS seem to have risen in multiples of 1000. News channels these days just want a small news to call it BN (I'm bored of BREAKING NEWS). Infact,  there is an Hindi news channel INDIA TV which has a complete time slot dedicated to BN. They call the show BN. How stupid of them and even more stupid of people like us who see it. Khali came to India and his drinking water was something that the media highlighted as BN. What would you do if you meet your mentor after 1 year or your parents. You would surely bow down to take their  blessings. News channels took it as an opportunity to have one more news as BN: 'Mahabali Khali ne jhooke. Maa ka aashirwaad liya.' The list of such stupid news is endless. You can't even call it BN. It is nothing but SHITTY NEWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News channels feel that the audience likes it. Do we?  I don't think so. No sane person can watch such news. There are a few exceptions like TIMES NOW to these channels but then 90%    of the news channels concentrate on news which are totally unworthy of the publicity that they get. There is only one word for these news channels - cheap.  The news channels have become more of gossip channels rather than anything else. There was going to be a solar eclipse and after the eclipse there was BN: " SURYA GRAHAN HUA. SHANI KA PRAVAH". Nothing but  nonsense. You get up in the morning and are trying to catch up on what happened yesterday but the only thing that you get to see is a fat woman with curly hair talking some crap about astrology. This is what news channels focus on when they could have 100 other things to talk about.  If it rains for a hour continuously in Mumbai, you get another BN" Mumbai mai barish, Sab jagah pani". By 'sab jagah' they intend the regular areas where there is water logging. The has been water logging at Milan subway since years every monsoon even if it rains for 30 mins continuously. That doesnt cross the editors mind when he wants some feed as BN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There needs to be a change. There needs to be an independent body out there to penalize news channels in case they provide people with such kind of false (or low quality) news. We need to have a 'News Ethics and Code of Conduct'. A 24 hours news channel should not become a 24 hour entertainment channel (sometimes they are worse than saas-bahu serials) . News channels on their part should change. That would certainly be a BREAKING NEWS for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-4836799629289747709?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/4836799629289747709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=4836799629289747709' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/4836799629289747709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/4836799629289747709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-news.html' title='BREAKING NEWS'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-4757182238890606616</id><published>2008-08-16T11:11:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-16T12:48:08.163+05:30</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOGGER JOINS IN</title><content type='html'>Welcome Sneha aka Sreyashi!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see two of her posts below this post. Certainly one of the best on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep writing. People enjoy it. (Got personal feedback from some friends :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Harshad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-4757182238890606616?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/4757182238890606616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=4757182238890606616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/4757182238890606616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/4757182238890606616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-blogger-joins-in.html' title='NEW BLOGGER JOINS IN'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-3065688519920486366</id><published>2008-08-15T22:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:40:50.093+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the day u slipped away&lt;br /&gt;leaving me with disbelief,&lt;br /&gt;the world was turned upside down&lt;br /&gt;for u, it must have been a huge relief!!&lt;br /&gt;the day u left my hand&lt;br /&gt;nothing had been so piercing,&lt;br /&gt;i was dumbstruck for hours&lt;br /&gt;the pain had been so excruciating!!&lt;br /&gt;tears swelled up in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;as my heart knew u left me,&lt;br /&gt;it completely blurred my vision&lt;br /&gt;i could then hardly able to see.&lt;br /&gt;i withdrew myself from others&lt;br /&gt;friends had turned into foes,&lt;br /&gt;i kept regretting day by day&lt;br /&gt;oh! how could i let u go??&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;being aloof from the world,&lt;br /&gt;who would i share my feelings with?&lt;br /&gt;upon me, all miseries were hurled.&lt;br /&gt;am bound by the days u left behind&lt;br /&gt;the world deserted, am alone&lt;br /&gt;looking nowhere a vacant mind&lt;br /&gt;with no more storm no cyclone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-3065688519920486366?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/3065688519920486366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=3065688519920486366' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/3065688519920486366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/3065688519920486366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-u-slipped-away-leaving-me-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615907045886200683</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-1995323251970554273.post-5324130432580091686</id><published>2008-08-15T22:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:37:24.023+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are walking slowly on a black road glistening with rain. At regular intervals yellow light from the tall streetlamps falls on the road making it shine. A light drizzle touches your skin...amorously. The earphone plugged to your ears is belting out..."So Yesterday-m just a bird thats already flown away'".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you want to turn your face upwards and close your eyes and let the rain kiss your face gently. Suddenly you want to outstretch your arms and lose yourself. Suddenly you want to mingle your tears with the drops of rain running down you face.Suddenly you want to erase the past and look forward to a new beginning. Suddenly you feel your dignity and self respect bloom like an immortal flower. Suddenly it feels like love---Madly in love with ur own self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-5324130432580091686?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/5324130432580091686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=5324130432580091686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/5324130432580091686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/5324130432580091686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-are-walking-slowly-on-black-road.html' title=''/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615907045886200683</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-1995323251970554273.post-5381131923099153155</id><published>2008-07-27T00:05:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:47:05.640+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SE- DAY 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I woke. My mind tells me to check the clock. Its 6.55. I have an alarm at 7.00. Lets sleep till 7 . I try and when I think its 7.00, its only 6.56. Totally bored to sleep, I wake up. Its 21st July, 2008. Thoughts start creeping in. Its first day of SE.  SE dammit SE. I am a senior now. I won't have common syllabus . We might have a better lot of professors - Yippeeeeee.  I won't have the same classroom - :(. "TRRRRRRIIIINNNNNNNNNNG" - 7'o clock alarm. Press Quit. Why does the alarm have to ring when something that makes you sad crosses your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward directly to SPCE-SPIT Quadrangle. 8.45 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see Rishkul sitting. Kaushik is also here along with Shrey and Shreyansh. And there is Mark. I wave to everyone. Shake hands with everyone. All SE's now. I ask Rishkul - " Room kaunsa hai?" Room 304. 3rd floor - shit,climb 3 floors daily. Booooorrrriiinnng. First is the Maths lecture by some professor names Gajabiye. True to SP traditions of nothing starting on time, so did our SE class. Lecture canceled. We head to the Gymkhana. All of FE, not a single day was spent at the Gymkhana. Here we were spending our 1st lecture in the Gymkhana. All was fun till we got a call from one of our classmates saying the next lecture had begun. We head towards the classroom with anxiety as to how the new professor will be. Before I could have entered the room, she had already started her subject :(. Me, Kaushik and Suresh sat on the same bench which was made for only two of us. Last bench it was, so everything justified. Lecture over. Next professor in - Prof. Bhagat. A very very cool professor whose teaching is better than any professor I have come across in SP till now. He took class for 1.15 hrs of his 2 hours and left us to one horrible professor whom I wouldn't like to name. He was trying to exceed the 30 minute slot that we managed to fit in for him. That was it. The 30 minute lecture almost felt like a 3-4 hours lecture and he wanted to exceed it. We asked him to stop with shouts of "Sirrrrrrrrr....Sirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr". He said something and left the class but who cared. He left and that was the end of day 1 at college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember my journey back home and what happened after that. But college was  a bit boring that day. There was excitement of meeting all friends after a long time but that was the 1st  one hour. Once back to normal, the first day was boring. Nothing changed about the lectures. the same boring ones. No change whatsoever. Neither our attitude changed nor the professors. Neither we cared what the thought us, nor they cared what we understood. We had our lunch the same way that we used to have in FE - eating more from others boxes than your own. Everything was actually the same - except for change in our year: FE to SE. What was the biggg fuss about first day of SE when nothing had changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh! I forgot. Room 304 from Room 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-5381131923099153155?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/5381131923099153155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=5381131923099153155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/5381131923099153155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/5381131923099153155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/07/se-day-1.html' title='SE- DAY 1'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-7664653026441579306</id><published>2008-07-21T19:13:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:38:19.821+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BEST OF COORG</title><content type='html'>Here is a collection of some photos from Coorg- the Scotland of India. It is the best place that I have ever been to. I managed to get some good snap shots of that place. Here are some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE HAUNTED TREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SItdp9iVOAI/AAAAAAAAAVM/dq-85c97mt0/s1600-h/100_4554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SItdp9iVOAI/AAAAAAAAAVM/dq-85c97mt0/s320/100_4554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227374767968172034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo came out this way due to fog. Visibility must have been 10-20 meters at the most up there at TALACAUVERY - the place where CAUVERY starts. It is located at the border of Karnataka and Kerela. The place is almost always covered with dense fog or cloud - whatever it may be. I feel this as the best photo taken at Coorg. RGV could use this photo for his film as a horror image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SItenmkM-pI/AAAAAAAAAVU/0FMh1yg8CeQ/s1600-h/untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SItenmkM-pI/AAAAAAAAAVU/0FMh1yg8CeQ/s320/untitled1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227375826953894546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took me two shots to get a clear photo of this caterpillar. Saw it one the way to a cliff at TALACAUVERY. Once I spotted it, I knew I needed to get a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SItfQhznCJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-SYI5HH-KBg/s1600-h/100_4591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SItfQhznCJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-SYI5HH-KBg/s320/100_4591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227376530050975890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thats how the HAUNTED TREE really looks like without the fog cover. Just for comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SItf9giLtVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/id3Ucewjj-Q/s1600-h/100_4656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SItf9giLtVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/id3Ucewjj-Q/s320/100_4656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227377302803559762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A monkey at Nagarolai for you. Clicked at the right time to get his face at that particular angle. They just can't sit without motion. Something like humans. Have to be on the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SItgo7o62yI/AAAAAAAAAVs/6GyScT-9D6o/s1600-h/100_4672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SItgo7o62yI/AAAAAAAAAVs/6GyScT-9D6o/s320/100_4672.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227378048813947682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at those commanding thorns. What grace these deers move with. Wonderful, just wonderful! Had to get my camera inside their territory (enclosure) to get a picture of these awesome creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SIthOm2rYOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/5Rkp2wzwrlA/s1600-h/100_4686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SIthOm2rYOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/5Rkp2wzwrlA/s320/100_4686.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227378696069538018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Frankly, I don't remember taking this photo at all. Just saw this when I was looking at and deciding which photos to upload. This photo was taken at the Tibetian monestry at Khousalnagar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SItihEy7xUI/AAAAAAAAAV8/7kWMsHZ3Mes/s1600-h/untitled11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SItihEy7xUI/AAAAAAAAAV8/7kWMsHZ3Mes/s320/untitled11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227380112856171842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Tibetian temple. Look at the idols. Awesome, just awesome. The Tibetian people have spent around 50 crores on this temple. From where do they get this money from - aid. And they cry they want more rights in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SItjnqvphjI/AAAAAAAAAWE/211HJDKFcmE/s1600-h/100_4746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SItjnqvphjI/AAAAAAAAAWE/211HJDKFcmE/s320/100_4746.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227381325633783346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't it look like a typical hindi film bungalow.  It isn't! Its my friend - Appachu's native house. I happened to take this photo and everyone was surprised how I got this angle. The house looks completely different from what it looks like normally. Not suggesting that my photo makes it look like a hindi film bunglow. The bunglow is great in its own way. The road leading to the bunglow and the trees besides the pathway make this photo look completely out of the box. I just loved the bunglow and this photo as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you people like these pictures. There might be some stop to my posting photos. I won't be going out of town to click photos for at least the next 2 months. I'll post on current issues till then. Waiting for your comments. Need them desperately. Want to decide if I should post photos or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-7664653026441579306?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/7664653026441579306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=7664653026441579306' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/7664653026441579306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/7664653026441579306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/07/best-of-coorg.html' title='BEST OF COORG'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SItdp9iVOAI/AAAAAAAAAVM/dq-85c97mt0/s72-c/100_4554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-4849584005574206740</id><published>2008-06-21T10:28:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-21T11:59:13.432+05:30</updated><title type='text'>INDIANESS</title><content type='html'>I was at my school reunioun and the DJ was playing lousy and sad tracks. Some English numbers were being played and no one wanted to dance. There was a request counter and one guy requested for nashik dhol. The crowd of 50-60 who were present there wen t wild.  At that moment, I just thought about  it "How Indian we are?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, Indianness comes to us from within. It is in our culture and how much every we try, we will always cling on to it. You can see us practicing it in every part of our life.  Most part of it is good but somethings ought to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indianness as one can say is the real Indian feeling that we get. Its all about overloading passengers in a car and traveling to having roadside stuff and feel and know that it is better than 5-STAR stuff. Its all about bribing  people to not waiting in queves.  Though the former thing can be more associated with, the latter people will complain is due to unavoidable circumstances and deny that it is Indianness.  But yes, it is!  Tough this form of Indianness has come up in the last 20-30 years, lets hope it doesnt continue like the other forms of Indianness over a century. Every Indian craves for this Indianness. I'm sure that Sachin Tendulkar after having more than 500 crores in his bank account misses the Shivaji Park vada pav competitions he had with Vinod Kambli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about us, the normal middle class Indians. Some cases where our Indianness is seen. This is something that separates us from the entire world. This is our identity. This is where our heart dwells. This is something 90% Indians, may it be in US or in India will always do. When an Indian family buys a car, the car has to go to the temple first. Then it can see the face of the house where its going to stay for years to come. Every year on dussera, it doesnt matter if you are a Hindu or a Christian or a Muslim, u pray to you machine. Whatever machine you associate your business with. These are some of the religious things that we as Indians do.  We don't care a damn when we dance during ganesh festival that anyone would observe us. We just don't care. In fact, we feel left out if we see someone dancing on the streets during the ganpati festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about our habits. No matter where we eat, for us roadside stuff is the best food that we have every tasted.  We enjoy the vada pav more than Mcdonalds burger, tough the latter is hygienic.  We enjoy the nashik dhol more than rock songs which are referred to as trendy in front of Indian counterparts. We  enjoy the 'ghati' dance more than the soothing and slow ball dance.  And in the ball dance we get to come close to our lover. We all want to sit in a mercedes and we enjoy it but the fun of sitting on the first tier of a double decker bus right in front is different.  Recently, while standing just round the corner of a road, I observed a vendor carrying gulab jamun on a hand cart. Heaps of gulab jamun. I instantly wanted to grab a bite of it, however unhygienic it might have been but only to realize later that i had my exams round the corner as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does an Indian mind differ from others in such cases?  I have absolutely no idea but it has something to do with our culture and our traditions.  We have inherited somethings and we can never loose them.  We as the present generation have a job cut out. We need to see to it that such tings don't change and India and Indians remain the same as they are.  Some things have to change but not the ones I have mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAI HIND&lt;br /&gt;(See here again, v haven't used Jai India but persisted with our old things. I have goosebumps all over my body when I say these words. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-4849584005574206740?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/4849584005574206740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=4849584005574206740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/4849584005574206740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/4849584005574206740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/06/indianess.html' title='INDIANESS'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-2966027667885129884</id><published>2008-06-20T09:24:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:53:23.827+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BACK TO BLOGGING</title><content type='html'>Kirti, Rishkul and Siddharth have somehow got me back to blogging. But I can't write blogs as they can write because:-&lt;br /&gt;1. I can't think of any topic.&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't express properly in words.&lt;br /&gt;3. I manage to write half an article and then I get bored.&lt;br /&gt;4. I make hell of a lot grammatical mistakes and then keep pondering over it, if it is right  or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;5. No one reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;6. Comments are rare to find.&lt;br /&gt;7. I can write about current affairs, but no one wants to read it.&lt;br /&gt;- News channel provide them with enough information.&lt;br /&gt;8. Writing about current affairs is nothing but gossiping.&lt;br /&gt;- People have newspapers at home to know about current affairs.&lt;br /&gt;9. I cammit a lot of speling mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;(Here, I did it purposely)&lt;br /&gt;10. I like photography more than blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above 10 reasons seem perfect for any MU exam. Give 10 reasons why you don't want to blog. :P And the answer is just about perfect. That's what you need to crack a MU engg exam. You need to have the 'fekofying' skills. I have done that for a month now and I have had enough of it. I don't want to add such stuff in my blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the reason, instead of writing article here, I will post some of my photographs I managed to take with my Kodak C663 digital camera in automatic mode. I still have to learn the manual functions. All pictures were taken during the SEM II exams. You just can't manage to keep me away from the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SFsta_4xInI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rLjUj5MfAJQ/s1600-h/100_4440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SFsta_4xInI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rLjUj5MfAJQ/s320/100_4440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213810935460864626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was forced to take this photo by my mother. I was busy studying CP-II when it started pouring and my mother wanted me to take the photo. I did it against my will and this just turned out to be a fantastic picture. Fantastic by my standards and mind, not by professional photography level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SFs3zavKeLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/3YSSSTpMcQU/s1600-h/100_4443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SFs3zavKeLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/3YSSSTpMcQU/s320/100_4443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213822350101477554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of the best pictures that I must have taken. I was in my garden studying chemistry and there I spotted this butterfly flying to find nectar from one of the flowers. I observed it till it found its flower. I rushed in, grabbed my camera and took 5-10 snaps of this fly, of which one of them is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SFs4x3cPXfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2v9cxV0t2ag/s1600-h/100_4434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SFs4x3cPXfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2v9cxV0t2ag/s320/100_4434.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213823422958624242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from my neighbors terrace. This actually didn't need photography skills at all, but the view was awesome and thus, the picture. This might look to be a place outside Mumbai, in some dense jungle. But this was taken in the Konkan of Mumbai, Kamgar Nagar in Kurla. You'll find about 500 coconut trees here. And more than 10,000 trees. I wanted to take an aerial snapshot of this place, tough this covers only 25% of the entire area, I like this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What got me into photography?  "I don't know", I would say. I remember quite well , the 8th standard picnic when for the 1st time I had got my hands on my camera. The normal roll  operated camera.   I took 36 photos and none had me posing in for the photo.  That had made my parents quite angry and rightly so, I would say. It wasn't free developing those rolls as it is the case with digital camera these days. But, I would say, that was the time, when I got into photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loads of pictures more to come. I hope you people like it and comment sincerely on those. Criticism is welcome. In fact, I like criticism more than praises. Praises don't bring about a change in me, criticism does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy these pictures. More, I will post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, thanks Sidd, Kirti and Rish-i-cool!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-2966027667885129884?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/2966027667885129884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=2966027667885129884' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/2966027667885129884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/2966027667885129884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-to-blogging.html' title='BACK TO BLOGGING'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/SFsta_4xInI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rLjUj5MfAJQ/s72-c/100_4440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-669460127057400349</id><published>2008-03-03T18:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-03T18:31:36.897+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Santa Claus budget???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o9oxUMADBLY/R8v2pfVhMuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/IJ87Z7gpgyg/s1600-h/photo%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o9oxUMADBLY/R8v2pfVhMuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/IJ87Z7gpgyg/s320/photo%5B9%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173499789611971298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently we all saw the unveiling of the annual budget of 2008-2009...It was termed as the Santa Claus Budget. I don't know a lot about budget..............but I've heard a lot of praises for it this particular year.&lt;br /&gt;So I'd really appreciate it if someone, anyone can tell me what this dream budget has done for the common man.&lt;br /&gt;Further , with the very high levels of corruption in our country, can this money really reach the masses?&lt;br /&gt;I'd really appreciate it, if someone really tells me what all this is about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-669460127057400349?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/669460127057400349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=669460127057400349' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/669460127057400349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/669460127057400349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/03/santa-claus-budget.html' title='The Santa Claus budget???'/><author><name>Yash Chitalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995749215781203519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_o9oxUMADBLY/R8v2pfVhMuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/IJ87Z7gpgyg/s72-c/photo%5B9%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-4725025261396409688</id><published>2008-02-27T20:51:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:20:30.827+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RAIL BUDGET FOOLS US, BUT STILL GOOD</title><content type='html'>The grand Indian Railways budget for the year 2008-09 was presented by Hon. Minister of Railways Lalu Prasad Yadav in the parliament on 26th February, 2008. The budget seems to be totally decided in view of the elections that are due in 2009. But, it is necessary to go through the budget carefully to really understand that Lalu Prasad has not really cut the fares or offered any thing out of the blue. He actually just got a platform to announce that he would be offering certain things which can be bargained for votes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider his lowering of fares. These fares will actually be applied only in the off season and non-popular trains. So, basically, the cut in fare is not applicable to most of the trains. The Rajdhani's and the Shatabdi's and trains between metro stations are all categorized as popular trains and hence there will be no fare cut in these trains. The middle class people living in these metros who cannot afford a plane ticket or rely on sleeper class and AC-III tier won't get any benefit. The 5% fare cut in second class doest serve any purpose because a normal ticket costs around Rs 100 and a 5% cut will mean it costs Rs 95. I know, I shouldn't be underestimating the value of Rs 5, but still, is it really going to help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing that caught my attention was Lalu announcing free suburban tickets for girls up to graduation. Minister,  don't you thing that in India, Suburban trains are only used in Mumbai and the Maharashtra government already has concession in place for all students (not only girls) up to graduation level. The concession means that second class suburban pass for a month will be free. The student still has to shell out money for quarterly pass.  The same is now going to be applied all over India but do students outside Mumbai actually use trains? Is the city network of trains that good as it is in Mumbai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing that really angered me was his announcement of Smart cards being introduce in Mumbai in the coming year. Mr. Lalu, it has already been done and thanks for letting us know that you are still not aware of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand the meaning of garib rath's. The middle class is having access to it and  not the poor man. I guess instead of having AC coaches as garib rath's and having a lower fare, he should have actually introduced Sleeper class at a lower rate. I personally dont like the name garib rath's as it is actually not ment for "garib's". We can have a number of names for these garib rath's.  Also, I guess the charges that are levied for internet booking ought to be totally removed. It is saving man power and machinery of the    railways when one books through the internet and gets a print out of the ticket himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, even tough these points came up, I have liked the budget. Lalu has promised that by 2010 all coaches in Indian railways will be made up of stainless steel. He promised that 50 stations will have escalator and elevator facilities and that is the need of the hour. He announced that a company which was in loss 4 years back has made a profit of Rs 25K crores.  His aggregate profit over 4 years has been Rs 78K crores. What he has done good here is, he has allowed the oficers to implement all programmes that they wanted without any fuss.  He has not interfered in their working and hence he deserves this credit. He even alked abt food in railways not being upto the mark and thats good that he accepted faults  in the railway service.  The cleanliness issues in railways  really need someone to address and he did it and I guess privatization is the best way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the budget has been a balanced one even tough Lalu's attempt to fool people to a certain extent, he has offered many gains to people too.  Kudos Lalu for your four years in the ministry. The Indian railways is getting a face-lift and that what is the needed and fast. I hope, the next minister of railways is as good as Lalu or better. Lets hope for the best and remember,  success of railways is dependent on us as well up to a certain extent. Lets try to make the Indian Railways which employs 14lack employees, India's largest employer the ebst in the world. Many such budgets, will surely make it one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-4725025261396409688?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/4725025261396409688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=4725025261396409688' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/4725025261396409688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/4725025261396409688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/02/rail-budget-fools-us-but-still-good.html' title='RAIL BUDGET FOOLS US, BUT STILL GOOD'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-564096602066592820</id><published>2008-02-25T11:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:10:46.792+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LEWIS IN THE WRONG RACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:mTePUNECmaZfwM:http://formula1sport.net/wp-content/uploads/formula1/hamilton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:mTePUNECmaZfwM:http://formula1sport.net/wp-content/uploads/formula1/hamilton.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened in Barcelona, Spain during the F1 off-season testing was the most shocking case of racial abuse in recent times.&lt;br /&gt;Lewis Hamilton the worlds first Black Formula one driver was racially abused by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; crowd . The reason being Lewis ,in his debut season ,out performed his team mate Fernando Alonso who happens to be of Spanish origin and more importantly a white.&lt;br /&gt;Lewis Hamilton is a resident of Britain and he entered the world of F1 in the2007 season . He became the first F1 driver to have a podium finish in each of his first nine races and missed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;championship&lt;/span&gt; title by single point finishing second ,behind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kimi&lt;/span&gt; and in front of Alonso. It is truly disheartening that a skilled and an excellent racer like Hamilton who impressed the likes of Ron Dennis (the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mclaren&lt;/span&gt; boss) and Sir Frank Williams should be looked down upon just because he belongs to another race&lt;br /&gt;This show the general white mentality of racial superiority and their inability to see a human deeper than his skin. It is neither a one off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;incident&lt;/span&gt; nor is it a new phenomenon. From the times of Jesse Owens ,sports has always been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;plagued&lt;/span&gt; by this lack of racial tolerance and baseless racial pride. No sporting body can,however hard it tries, stop it as it is in the minds of the fans(or fanatics I may add) and just too deep rooted and too widespread .&lt;br /&gt;The only solution is an awakening,a revolution of sorts, among the fans and the sportsmen alike , to strive for a world where people love and respect a sportsman for his skills and not for the colour of his skin&lt;br /&gt;But all this remains a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Utopian&lt;/span&gt; dream, or it shall be as long as our eyes see no deeper than the skin. For when we see deeper ,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; when we realise  and appreciate the beauty of the soul .&lt;br /&gt;I'll end this by respecting Hamilton's attitude as he kept mum about his reactions to this incident and avoided the media attention which he could have easily used for his advantage. By doing so he did good for his race ........no not the black race .........the human race&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-564096602066592820?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/564096602066592820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=564096602066592820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/564096602066592820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/564096602066592820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/02/lewis-in-wrong-race.html' title='LEWIS IN THE WRONG RACE'/><author><name>R WAR</name><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-1995323251970554273.post-6214671850117837576</id><published>2008-02-25T11:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-25T11:48:24.705+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My name is ranjith. I am the third person to be posting on this blog.As they say the third person to do anything is always the best.................Okay so may be i made that up ,but hey! I will give blogging a try.I've got nothing to lose. I am not gonna blabber about myself as I know that frankly none of you are really interested in a charcter sketch of a person who is still a stranger to you .For those who read this completely THANKS A LOT . I will post as soon as i get a topic to post on . till then Adios Amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-6214671850117837576?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/6214671850117837576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=6214671850117837576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/6214671850117837576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/6214671850117837576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-there-my-name-is-ranjith.html' title=''/><author><name>R WAR</name><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-1995323251970554273.post-471704024612691352</id><published>2008-02-23T19:35:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-24T18:49:42.197+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Lost  Wonder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o9oxUMADBLY/R8Fmn34iZcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/3883vFNaYWs/s1600-h/450px-Bamiyan1963%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o9oxUMADBLY/R8Fmn34iZcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/3883vFNaYWs/s320/450px-Bamiyan1963%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170526682400056770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the 11th of September,2001, the Taliban crashed two planes into the WTC, New York, sending tremors down the spine of the world....&lt;br /&gt;The whole world described the event as one of the saddest, in the history of mankind...............&lt;br /&gt;In the shadow of this event, however, the world also lost the memory of one of the greatest monuments in the history of mankind...the symbols of love and amity, serenity and reflections of our past.....THE BUDDHAS OF BAMIAN.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure most of you did'nt know that:&lt;br /&gt;The Bamian region of Afghanistan was home to the tallest statues of Gautam Buddha in the whole world.......&lt;br /&gt;These statues built  by the Indo-European aryans were 180 and 121 ft. tall, and were collectively worshipped by the Indians, the Chinese, the Mongolians, and even the Greeks.....&lt;br /&gt;Also, the Bamian  region is home to the most peace loving tribe of Afghanistan. The Hazarat tribe.&lt;br /&gt;It is compulsory in each Hazarat family to educate their children..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not writing this blog to tell you the facts about The Bamian Buddhas...Even Wikipedia can do that...............&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this, to remind you of this wonderful monument and the beautiful people surrounding it........ALL OF WHOM WERE MERCILESSLY CRUSHED BY THE TALIBAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March 2001, the taliban dynamited the Bamian buddhas for days,.....massacered thousands of innocent Hazarats.............................                        all because of the whims of a certain man called Mullah Omar, the de-facto head of the Taliban.&lt;br /&gt;He did this, to uphold Islam...and to show that there is only one God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He said that crushing other religions is the duty of the Islamists and they should be proud of the destruction of the statues.&lt;br /&gt;Even today, the Hazarat people do not get jobs in the cities,cannot move freely, and are treated like dogs.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have pasted the  Wikipedia pageto the Bamian Buddhas below....i urge you to read about these wonderful creations....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bamyan lies on the &lt;a title="Silk Road" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Silk_Road"&gt;Silk Road&lt;/a&gt;,  a caravan route linking the markets of &lt;a title="China" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/China"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a title="India" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/India"&gt;India&lt;/a&gt;  with those of &lt;a title="Central Asia" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Central_Asia"&gt;Central  Asia&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a title="Middle East" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Middle_East"&gt;Middle East&lt;/a&gt;,  and &lt;a title="Europe" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Europe"&gt;Europe&lt;/a&gt;. Until the twelfth century  AD, Bamiyan was part of the &lt;a title="India" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/India"&gt;Indian&lt;/a&gt; kingdom  of &lt;a title="Gandhara" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Gandhara"&gt;Gandhara&lt;/a&gt;. It was the site of  several &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Buddhist" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Buddhist"&gt;Buddhist&lt;/a&gt;  and &lt;a title="Hindu" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Hindu"&gt;Hindu&lt;/a&gt; monasteries, and a thriving  center for religion, philosophy, and Indo-Greek art. It was a &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Buddhist" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Buddhist"&gt;Buddhist&lt;/a&gt; religious  site from the second century up to the time of the Islamic invasion in the ninth  century.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Monks at the monasteries lived as &lt;a title="Hermit" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Hermit"&gt;hermits&lt;/a&gt; in small caves carved into the side of the  Bamyan cliffs. Many of these monks embellished their caves with religious  statuary and elaborate, brightly-colored &lt;a title="Fresco" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Fresco"&gt;frescoes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The two most prominent statues were the giant, standing &lt;a title="Buddha" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Buddha"&gt;Buddhas&lt;/a&gt;, measuring 55 and 37 metres (180 and 121 feet)  high respectively, the largest examples of standing Buddha carvings in the  world. They were perhaps the most famous cultural landmarks of the region and  the site was listed by &lt;a title="UNESCO" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/UNESCO"&gt;UNESCO&lt;/a&gt; as a &lt;a title="World Heritage Site" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/World_Heritage_Site"&gt;World Heritage  Site&lt;/a&gt; along with the surrounding cultural landscape and archaeological  remains of the Bamyan Valley. The statues were represented wearing &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Hellenistic" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Hellenistic"&gt;Hellenic&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Tunics" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Tunics"&gt;tunics&lt;/a&gt;, an echo of &lt;a title="Alexander the Great" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Alexander_the_Great"&gt;Alexander the  Great&lt;/a&gt;'s contribution to the Central Asian mix almost a millennium  earlier.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The smaller of the two statues was built in AD 507, the larger in 554.&lt;sup class="reference" id="_ref-0"&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;amp;postID=471704024612691352#_note-0"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; The statues  are believed to have been built by the &lt;a title="Kushan Empire" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Kushan_Empire"&gt;Kushans&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Hunas" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Hunas"&gt;Indo-Hephthalites&lt;/a&gt; (both eastern &lt;a title="Indo-European people" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Indo-European_people"&gt;Indo-European  peoples&lt;/a&gt;) at the heyday of their empires. The above mentioned groups were the  ancestors of the &lt;a title="Hazara people" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Hazara_people"&gt;Hazaras&lt;/a&gt;, the most persecuted ethnic group in  Afghanistan.&lt;sup class="reference" id="_ref-1"&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;amp;postID=471704024612691352#_note-1"&gt;[3]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Physical and facial features of the &lt;a title="Hazara people" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Hazara_people"&gt;Hazaras&lt;/a&gt; are greatly similar  to those in the frescoes found in the ancient relics and caves. Furthermore,  considering the historical importance of the Buddhas of Bamiyan, unsuccessful  claims over the Buddha's heritage have been made by all the ethnic groups in  Afghanistan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A monumental sitting &lt;a title="Buddha" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Buddha"&gt;Buddha&lt;/a&gt; similar  in style to those at Bamiyan still exists in the &lt;a title="Bingling Temple" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Bingling_Temple"&gt;Bingling Temple&lt;/a&gt; caves in &lt;a title="China" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/China"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a title="Gansu" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Gansu"&gt;Gansu&lt;/a&gt;  province&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a id="History_of_attacks_on_the_Buddhas" name="History_of_attacks_on_the_Buddhas"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a id="Twelfth_century_to_the_twentieth_century" name="Twelfth_century_to_the_twentieth_century"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In March 2001, according to &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Agence France Presse" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Agence_France_Presse"&gt;Agence France Presse&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a title="Kabul" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Kabul"&gt;Kabul&lt;/a&gt;, a decree declared, "Based on the verdict of the  clerics and the decision of the Supreme Court of the Islamic Emirate (of  Afghanistan) all the statues around Afghanistan must be destroyed. All the  statues in the country should be destroyed because these statues have been used  as idols and worshipped by people. Only God, the Almighty, deserves to be  worshipped, not anyone or anything else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;sup class="noprint Template-Fact"&gt;&lt;span title="This claim needs references to reliable sources since January 2008" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a title="Wikipedia:Citation needed" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Wikipedia:Citation_needed"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;p&gt;Information and Culture Minister &lt;a class="new" title="Qadratullah Jamal (not yet written)" href="http://www.blogger.com/w/index.php?title=Qadratullah_Jamal&amp;amp;action=editredlink"&gt;Qadratullah  Jamal&lt;/a&gt; told &lt;a title="Associated Press" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Associated_Press"&gt;Associated Press&lt;/a&gt; of a decision by 400  religious clerics from across Afghanistan declaring the Buddhist statues against  the tenets of Islam. "They came out with a consensus that the statues were  against Islam," said Jamal.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;sup class="noprint Template-Fact"&gt;&lt;span title="This claim needs references to reliable sources since January 2008" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a title="Wikipedia:Citation needed" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Wikipedia:Citation_needed"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a id="Dynamiting_and_destruction.2C_March_2001" name="Dynamiting_and_destruction.2C_March_2001"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Dynamiting and destruction, March 2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div class="thumb tright"&gt; &lt;div class="thumbinner" style="width: 302px;"&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Photograph of a statue being dynamited on March 21, 2001" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Image:Destruction_of_Buddhas_March_21_2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="thumbimage" alt="Photograph of a statue being dynamited on March 21, 2001" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/f/fd/Destruction_of_Buddhas_March_21_2001.jpg/300px-Destruction_of_Buddhas_March_21_2001.jpg" border="0" height="236" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="thumbcaption"&gt; &lt;div class="magnify"&gt;&lt;a class="internal" title="Enlarge" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Image:Destruction_of_Buddhas_March_21_2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="border: 2px none rgb(0, 0, 255); background-image: none; vertical-align: middle;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;span style="width: 1px; height: 1px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Photograph  of a statue being dynamited on &lt;a title="March 21" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/March_21"&gt;March  21&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="2001" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/2001"&gt;2001&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;The statues were destroyed by dynamite over several weeks, starting in early  March, carried out in different stages. Initially, the statues were fired at for  several days using anti-aircraft guns and artillery. This damaged them but did  not obliterate them. Then the Taliban placed anti-tank mines at the bottom of  the niches, so that when chunks of rock broke off from artillery fire, the  statues would fall and be blown up again. In the end, the Taliban tied ropes  around some local Hazara men, lowered them down the cliff face, and forced them  to place explosives into holes in the Buddhas.&lt;sup class="reference" id="_ref-6"&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;amp;postID=471704024612691352#_note-6"&gt;[8]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;On &lt;a title="March 6" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/March_6"&gt;March 6&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="2001" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/2001"&gt;2001&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;a title="The Times" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Times"&gt;The  Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; quoted Mullah Mohammed Omar as stating, "Muslims should be proud  of smashing idols. It has given praise to God that we have destroyed them." He  had clearly changed his position from being in favor of the statues to being  against them. During a March 13 interview for &lt;a title="Japan" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Japan"&gt;Japan&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a title="Mainichi Shimbun" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Mainichi_Shimbun"&gt;Mainichi Shimbun&lt;/a&gt;, Afghan Foreign Minister &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Wakil Ahmad Mutawakel" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Wakil_Ahmad_Mutawakel"&gt;Wakil Ahmad Mutawakel&lt;/a&gt; stated that the  destruction was anything but a retaliation against the international community  for economic sanctions: "We are destroying the Buddha statues in accordance with  Islamic law and it is purely a religious issue".&lt;br /&gt;Then Taliban &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Ambassador-at-large" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Ambassador-at-large"&gt;ambassador-at-large&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Sayed Rahmatullah Hashemi" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Sayed_Rahmatullah_Hashemi"&gt;Sayed  Rahmatullah Hashemi&lt;/a&gt;, said that the destruction of the statues was carried  out by the Head Council of Scholars after a single Swedish monuments expert  proposed to restore the statues' heads. Hashimi is reported as saying: "When the  Afghani head council asked them to provide the money to feed the children  instead of fixing the statues, they refused and said, 'No, the money is just for  the statues, not for the children'. Herein, they made the decision to destroy  the statues".&lt;sup class="reference" id="_ref-8"&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;amp;postID=471704024612691352#_note-8"&gt;[10]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a id="Aftermath_of_the_destruction" name="Aftermath_of_the_destruction"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-471704024612691352?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/471704024612691352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=471704024612691352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/471704024612691352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/471704024612691352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/02/lost-wonder.html' title='The Lost  Wonder.'/><author><name>Yash Chitalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995749215781203519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o9oxUMADBLY/R8Fmn34iZcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/3883vFNaYWs/s72-c/450px-Bamiyan1963%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-5535166425293020463</id><published>2008-02-20T20:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:29:06.589+05:30</updated><title type='text'>INDIAN PAISA LEAGUE (IPL)</title><content type='html'>The players auction and the huge amount that various franchisee spent on buying cricket players actually drove me to write this article. The highest bid was for the present India ODI captain Mahendra Singh Dhoni of about Rs 6crores. Many other players fetched round Rs 3 crores to be a part of a particular team. Forget the players earning money, the main revenue generated will go in the account of our very own BCCI which is led by none other than Sharad Pawar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharad Pawar, out Hon. Minister for Agriculture can fetch over 1000crores for the IPL but when it comes to debt ridden farmers, there is no way we can fetch money. BCCI was never as rich as it is now. If Sharad Pawar, as the President of BCCI can bring about this change in BCCI, why can't he do the same thing for our farmers? Certainly, there is lack of will power. Any ways, the purpose of this article was to highlight, the way cricket has progressed and has been changed into a money making business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all actually started with Sachin Tendulkar bagging the 100crore contract from World Tel in the year 1998. There mite be (as I was too young, I don't know) many people opposing this or voicing their concern over this contract during those days. But why should our sportsmen not earn as other sportsmen for other countries do? From then on cricket has seen a number of changes and more and more money has been involved in cricket. The recent one being, BCCI's idea to form a Indian Premier League, which will have a 20-20 tournament between 8 teams and players from all round the world. Basically, BCCI got to earn more money through this. They just had to give out television contract, a sponsorship deal and lease out the teasm to private players and sit back and count the mullah generated. That's what the BCCI has been doing for the past 3 years from the time Sharad Pawar came into power in BCCI. Where has all the money generated gone? Isn't the BCCI responsible to asnwer this question. It;s good that the players are earning more, but thats only the international players, who already get hell lot of money through sponsorships. What about the Ranji players who don't have enough talent to come upto the international level. what has the BCCI done for them?&lt;br /&gt;We all know the pathetic condition out stadium's are in. You cannot walk inside the Wankhede Stadium during the match. There are no facilities for the spectators. This is the condition,just because the BCCI knows the spectators are going to come in no matter what is the state of the stands.  Can't the BCCI shell out its money to change this state? We all know, how school cricket is played. 4-5 matches are on on a ground that is not even as big as one full ground. The outfield is in a even more pathetic state. Well, changing this isn's going to bring in moolah for BCCI, itz only going to bring in good players. Who cares about good players. money is all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the pathetic state of other sports in India. The shooters don't have ammunation and the shuttlers don't have shuttles. One big country cant afford even these small things. I am fed up of writing against our pathetic politicians. The reason why Sharad Pawar became the president of BCCI was that he was intrested in sports and not cricket as such. If this is his interest in sports, why cant he even hand out 5% share of BCCI's earning to other sport bodies. I feel, even if that part is put to good use we can have world class sports persons. I personally feel the recent committee in BCCI is doing a fabulous job in getting in money for BCCI, but they have been a total failure in channelizing this money. We can have a separate group of people ie. ex cricket players to channelize this money. I am pretty much sure, we will be able to change the standard of cricket in India and take it to a new level.&lt;br /&gt;BCCI has been turning into the Indian Paisa League. It is a good change, but the Paisa has to be put to proper use. That is what has not been happening.  Lets hope, by the end of this decade, at least we have a very good cricketing authority and India is the number 1 team in the world.&lt;br /&gt;~Harshad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-5535166425293020463?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/5535166425293020463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=5535166425293020463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/5535166425293020463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/5535166425293020463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/02/indian-paisa-league-ipl.html' title='INDIAN PAISA LEAGUE (IPL)'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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-1995323251970554273.post-6360092296561658496</id><published>2008-02-20T18:33:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-20T19:02:23.517+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Howdy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o9oxUMADBLY/R7wpP34iZZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_ZwUkBDsjqc/s1600-h/IMG_0995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169051824990348690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o9oxUMADBLY/R7wpP34iZZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_ZwUkBDsjqc/s320/IMG_0995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HI Fellas...this is Yash!And thanks to Harshad , I will, from now on, be sharing a bit of space with him on this blog.So, lemme give ya'll an intro..(though Harsh did a great job of it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in the King George   School, Matunga.And then i was with Harshad in Khalsa College. And we had a great time together...troubling our dear Tronix Profs., right naa???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well yes as Harshad writes...my hobby is writing.(though i won't be any better than Harshad...he gets all the best topics to write on!!!) . But i'm a dull writer on the comp. cuz i take a huge time writing a single goddamned virtual line!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when i heard Harsh has started this blog...i volunteered to write!!!And so now i'm here!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Let's make this a revolution!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-6360092296561658496?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/6360092296561658496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=6360092296561658496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/6360092296561658496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/6360092296561658496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/02/howdy.html' title='Howdy!'/><author><name>Yash Chitalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995749215781203519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_o9oxUMADBLY/R7wpP34iZZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_ZwUkBDsjqc/s72-c/IMG_0995.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-9204662440315874045</id><published>2008-02-19T21:02:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:18:47.939+05:30</updated><title type='text'>2 ARE BETTER THAN 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/R7r4o8h3hPI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ib1oglT7Ocg/s1600-h/yash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/R7r4o8h3hPI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ib1oglT7Ocg/s320/yash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168716904687699186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yash Chitalia, my Khalsa College friend  also be contributing to the articles on this blog. He is a superb writer, with his stories being published in famous science magazines. You'll surely find his articles better than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may also be writing quite a lot of articles together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YASH: Welcome you on this blog and let us try to make it a famous one as well!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Harshad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-9204662440315874045?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/9204662440315874045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=9204662440315874045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/9204662440315874045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/9204662440315874045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/02/2-is-better-than-1.html' title='2 ARE BETTER THAN 1'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/R7r4o8h3hPI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ib1oglT7Ocg/s72-c/yash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-6298896743247886677</id><published>2008-02-19T15:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-19T16:10:22.568+05:30</updated><title type='text'>NATIONAL ANIMAL ONLY 1411</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/R7qlgMh3hNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xo1k9dyryJI/s1600-h/tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/R7qlgMh3hNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xo1k9dyryJI/s320/tiger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168625494898738386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The number of tigers in India:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Year: 1990s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tigers:  40,000+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Year: 1972&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tigers: 1827&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Year: 1997&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tigers: 3508&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Year: 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tigers: 3642&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Year: 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tigers: 1411&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We, as a country with an area of 32,87,590 sq.km and a population of about 113crores have a tiger population of only 1411 in the year 2007. This fact recently gripped the headlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I generally have a habit of reading the entire article but when I first read the headline, I didn't want to read the article. I was rather sad and taken back after I read the headline.  Can't India as one of the largest country and a country having most manpower in the world  even protect 3000+ tigers that it has? Can't India as a country take care of the national animal of India? If this is the state of our national animal, what would be the condition of other animals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the facts suggest the tiger population was about 1827 in 1972 from 40,000 in the early 1900s. There is no one you can blame because about 2/3rd of this period we were ruled by the Britishers and the rest period was spent in organizing India. After the census in 1972, the government launched Project Tiger which I guess was instrumental for the increase in number of Tigers from 1827 to 3508 in 1997. But don't you think that 25 years is a lot of time and the number of tigers should have at least reached 7000 by the end of 1997. even if we consider 3508 to be a very good number, especially after 1827, there wasn't any significant rise from the year of 1997 to 2002. It was only increase of 134 in a span of 5 years.  The shocker that came recently stated that the tiger number is India had dipped to 1411 from 3642 in just 5 years. Thats 2231 tigers gone and there is no record of where and how.  The government is least interested in animals  and their protection. The just want to shell out some quotas of cry foul over each other in order to influence their vote-bank. After all, Tigers don't vote. A government which doesn't address to population concerns (increase) in India will actually be happy that now they have 2231 tigers less to look after.  Any ways, the government never cared of what happens to these tigers. After all,  Tigers don't vote. A person in India who goes to a forest to see the Tiger has to return with the tigers foot-marks only. This is the condition of tigers in India.  They are so less in number, that our future generation will only be looking at the tigers in photo frames. i really don't understand what the administration up to. If they can protect the 3000+ politicians in this country, why cant the protect the 3000+ tigers. If one politician can have 4-5 security officers around him, cant we have one person to look after 1 tiger at least. Can't these politicians (who if actually die is going to help the country) sacrifice one security guard for the tigers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government needs to take steps and quickly to protect this wild animal. One way out of this, as I have already mentioned is, assign one man per tiger. That person has to take care of the tiger, right from his food to his health. And even protect him. Eventually, there will be no way of the animal being killed for its skin because, one person will always be there to protect the tiger. A second option out is, allow private bodies to take up sanctuaries in India and in turn give them tax soaps. This way, the government won't have to take any extra effort in protecting the tiger. The private body has to be answerable to the media and the government. this will ensure there is no foul play involved.  If given a chance, people will be ready to volunteer in order to protect this animal in what ever way they can.  The forests in India are becoming small to smaller day by day. The government is giving away forests in form of SEZ's and there has been no regulation of forest area in India.  There needs to be proper regulation of forest land.  Any further sale of forest land has to be stopped and the forests in India have to be preserved. If required, artificial sanctuaries for tigers should be built even if it involves chunks and chunks of money and man power. We have loads of man power and money too only if it reaches proper channels. We even need to bring in life-in-prison punishment for tiger killing. Our laws against tiger killing need to me made more strict. The culprits are most often easily let-off.  Due to this, once they are free, they are not scared to kill another tiger. The tiger needs to be given the same importance as a human. After all, it is our national animal. It would be a shame, if we cannot  protect even 1411 tigers and cant increase their number to 14110 in the next decade. We have science to support us and if required, we can always take the help of science to increase the tiger's birthrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, if the government even implements ahlf of the above suggestions, I am pretty much sure, the number of Tigers in India will be 40K+ by the end of 2030. Our target now should only be 40K+ and 2030. The should be no other number in our mind and even if there is, it should be more than 40K and less that 2030.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope that the tiger population in India rises and I am sure, if together, we try and persuade the government, we will be able to get the necessary changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join my hand in protecting the TIGERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVE TIGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="r"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 class="r"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-6298896743247886677?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/6298896743247886677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=6298896743247886677' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/6298896743247886677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/6298896743247886677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/02/national-animal-only-1411.html' title='NATIONAL ANIMAL ONLY 1411'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iFN6dF7KBkI/R7qlgMh3hNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xo1k9dyryJI/s72-c/tiger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-7943969462972230380</id><published>2008-02-16T17:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:11:17.118+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ME MUMBAIKAR!!!!</title><content type='html'>The past two weeks have been quite eventful for Mumbaikars. Raj Thackareys provocative statements and then his arrest and finally being let out on bail has been gripping the headlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me clear my view first: Biharis and UP people are welcome in Mumbai as long as they are ready to live here legally and not in slums and shantis. Sorry! Mumbai cant take any more slums. More than 50% of Mumbai population live in slums and any increase in this will simply mean that Mumbai is going to crumble. The government is as reluctant to act against these slums as it was in arresting Raj Thackarey. The only difference in Raj's case was that finally people saw action being taken against him and that is never going to happen against slums. Come elections in state again and the government will again increase the deadline of slums to 2005. The massive vote bank that is generated from slums is a major factor in this. Lets be frank, a major proportion of these slums  are occupied by Biharis and UPites who come here in search of jobs. Especially the slums that were built after 1995(which was the earlier deadline for legalizing slums)  have a lot of "Bhaiyas" living in them. These "Bhaiyas" are responsible to a major extent to the awful state of the city that you see today. They have no discipline, they don't care about cleanliness and they don't respect the people of this city (the legal ones). Let me again tell you, I am no ways against any kind of people living in Mumbai legally. YOU ARE WELCOME.  Why does no one have a problem against any gujurati or tamil person living here. The answer is the live here legally and respect the city. Every slum in this city has a UTTAR PRADESHIYA SEVA SANG. I don't understand the reason as to why we need a SEVA SANG (that too from UTTAR PRADESH) here in Mumbai. And moreover these SEVA SANG's are sponsored by political parties from UTTAR PRADESH. Wasn't Raj Thackarey right when he was against politics being played here on the cost of the city. The Maharashtra government was keen to make Mumbai slumfree when it was elected in 2003 but then the centre was more intrested in votebank politics. For the first time in India the opposition was supporting the ruling party in any state. If the Bihari politicians say that India is one and there should be no discrimination based on language, why were there reactions like "I'll give sticks to north Indians."&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I write this article, thousands of people in Bihar are thinking of coming to Mumbai at this very moment. I don't want to blame these people because its the system that has failed in Bihar and not the common man. A person who doesn't even get  money to fulfill his basic necessities like food clothing and shelter atleast gets all these three back  here in Mumbai. No person in Mumbai dies of hunger. You eventually get some work and earn to have a meal at least once a day. The question is how many such people can Mumbai support. My answer is not many. A good solution to this problem is create a Mumbai in Bihar or rather every state of India. We have the workforce and the potential to do that.  After that everyone will be proud to say "ME MUMBAIKAR" or we can have a new slogan "HUM MUMBAIKAR" When politicians from other states justify their state people presence in Mumbai they are accepting that their state has failed in every respect. There can be no other loss than having to leave your state in search of livelihood. That shows that the state has been a major failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I support Raj Thackeray's stand but don't support his techniques. Violence is not the way to sort an issue. We have room for discussion . the constitution in India is old and we need to change it to a small extent.  Again the constitution doesn't endorse slums but the politicians cant see that they can only see Raj's statement  being against constitution. Instead of giving their views on Raj's statement, why don't they concentrate on issues in their state?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i proudly say "ME MUMBAIKAR" and let all people living in Mumbai legally say the same!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-7943969462972230380?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/7943969462972230380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=7943969462972230380' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/7943969462972230380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/7943969462972230380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/02/me-mumbaikar.html' title='ME MUMBAIKAR!!!!'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1995323251970554273.post-4474157235162648747</id><published>2008-01-08T21:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-27T00:52:42.222+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>Hi guys and girls,&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my blog. This being my 1st attempt at blogging, my blogs can certainly be quite boring and abstract. guess, I'll have to sit down for 7 days to think of a topic and then I'll post it up here. Well,thats me and I like the way I am. Further, my blogs wont be having the Shakespearean English or some hi-fi words because I am not comfortable using them or rather I don't know how to use them. Any ways, if you understand whats written here, isnt taht all you need??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my name is HARSHAD DESHPANDE, and I am an Indian first. Well, I have been residing in Mumbai, the financial capital of India which is full of immigrants from Bihar and Bangladesh residing in slums and thus causing harm to its image (no problem if u come here nd live in residential colonies...pls pl pls...stop slums..not that ppl who reside in slums will read this..but dont support them). I completed my schooling from FATIMA HIGH SCHOOL, VIDYAVIHAR which i regard as one of the best schools in Mumbai (at least its among the top bracket). I completed my 10+2 from KHALSA COLLEGE, MATUNGA(which isnt close to being a top college at all). Presently I am doing my Bachelors of Engineering from SARDAR PATEL INSTITUTE OF TECHNOLOGY formely known as SARDAR PATEL COLLEGE OF ENGINEERING or only SP which is the third best college for engineering after IIT-B, VJTI in Mumbai. It is in the Andheri area of Mumbai, one of the most important areas of suburban Mumbai. Ahh...i forgot to tell u guyz...itz Mumbai and not Bombay. Neither does Bombay sound better than Mumbai as quite a few claim. Back to engineering, m doing my BE in Electronics field and plan to get into R&amp;amp;D or complete any good course in finance sector after BE.&lt;br /&gt;As much as I am an Indian first, I am a Maharashtrian second. I am quite proud of its culture and tradition. AS you all know, Maharashtra is one of the leading states in cultural and literature feild. And I am quite proud of it. You'll find the best talent here. (Sachin Tendulkar, Lata Mangeshkar, Madhuri Dixit) to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...cant think of anything else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that the blog doesn't end up like many blogs which aren't updated at all and in the end just die off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading this (what mite seem to be a stupid) article. (If you think it is a useless article, feel free to let me know) My orkut profile being: http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=15038422581266711977&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Harshad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1995323251970554273-4474157235162648747?l=hdeshpande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/feeds/4474157235162648747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1995323251970554273&amp;postID=4474157235162648747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/4474157235162648747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1995323251970554273/posts/default/4474157235162648747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdeshpande.blogspot.com/2008/01/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Harshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804244057248383040</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></feed>
