<?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-6909930293847225283</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:59:46.530-07:00</updated><category term='Story'/><category term='IIT Placements'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='Regular blabbering'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Firaang'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Philosophy'/><category term='Introspection'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Girls'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Blogging'/><category term='Job'/><title type='text'>The Undercurrents of the Soul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-4049505420814940897</id><published>2010-05-11T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T07:24:41.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regular blabbering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>Letting Go ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To Let Go .. loose and free !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been meaning to write something on this very tough emotion but was unable to bring myself to it .. until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you need badly, someone you care for or love deeply, some times you miss ..but you need to LET IT GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most cases, I've always been confused about this decision. The confusion steps from 2 very famous sayings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: If you really want something, go after it. It should be the only thing that you can see.&lt;br /&gt;2: If you really love someone/something, let it go. If it comes back, it's yours else it never was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm learning, slowly yet steadily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO !&lt;br /&gt;The way to live life is to march forward - if it wants to go, it's ITS LOSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-4049505420814940897?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4049505420814940897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2010/05/letting-go.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/4049505420814940897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/4049505420814940897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2010/05/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go ...'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-5463110197391558204</id><published>2009-09-29T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:26:50.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IIT Placements'/><title type='text'>How to make a good resume - Part 3 - How to make points in projects?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I had this question coming quite a number of times, so here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This point structure is basically for projects and internships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Title, Organization &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Jan2007-Feb2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Aim of the project, what was the unique feature of the project - first of a kind, collaboration etc&lt;br /&gt;2. What exactly did you do - its always good to keep 1/2 technical terms in this point. How did you do it ?&lt;br /&gt;3. Achievement - What did you get - cost savings, saved time, awarded, recognised etc etc&lt;br /&gt;4. Any other additional point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some DO's and DONT's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For a 1 page resume, no point should usually have 3 subpoints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. For a 2 page resume - usually 5 is the upper limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. FAQ: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do i have to write it in a manner in which a lay person can understand(but this way project looks too vague)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or should i use some technical language(but the most of the terms will not be understood unless i include explanation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ans: Take the middle path. A lay person should be able to understand what was the aim of your project and what were your achievements(in terms of numbers)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;However a technical person should also in addition understand the methodology you followed, as in how you did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A project description should never be filled with just numbers  - at the end of the day everybody knows that you are a student, and cannot do miracles :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally to sum up,&lt;br /&gt;Be technical, be simple, be clear, and do not over-exaggerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-5463110197391558204?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5463110197391558204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-make-good-resume-part-3-how-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/5463110197391558204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/5463110197391558204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-make-good-resume-part-3-how-to.html' title='How to make a good resume - Part 3 - How to make points in projects?'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-7038302974475403158</id><published>2009-09-26T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:13:37.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>The Mantra of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-94002a195693f948" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D94002a195693f948%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330065097%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D815CC8B7A4399B79073741DC80473E63AFA21E6D.820ADF07B324769D93ACB1A0CE00875A7B159F26%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D94002a195693f948%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dlf3HWoy6yWfZHz8pMEMqhwSuUDo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D94002a195693f948%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330065097%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D815CC8B7A4399B79073741DC80473E63AFA21E6D.820ADF07B324769D93ACB1A0CE00875A7B159F26%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D94002a195693f948%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dlf3HWoy6yWfZHz8pMEMqhwSuUDo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a beautiful speech by Steve Jobs - titled: Stay Hungry Stay Foolish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Truth be told - I listen to this every other day, and I cherish it as the mool &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mantra &lt;/span&gt;of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some snippets:&lt;br /&gt;1. You can't connect the dots looking forward, but it's quite obvious looking backward.&lt;br /&gt;2. Believe that the dots will connect in the future, and follow your heart, even if it takes you off the well treaded path.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do great work, and the only work that is great is what you love to do.  So find what you actually love - and till then don't settle.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sometimes life will hit you on the head with a brick, don't loose faith.&lt;br /&gt;5. Live each day as if it's your last. Every morning look into the mirror and think, if today is your last day, would you still be doing what you are doing now.&lt;br /&gt;If the answer is NO for too many days, that means you need to change something.&lt;br /&gt;6. Your time is limited. Don't waste it living anyone else's life. Let not the noise of other's opinions drown your inner voice.&lt;br /&gt;7. Follow your heart and intuition. Everything else is secondary !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-7038302974475403158?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7038302974475403158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2009/09/mantra-of-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/7038302974475403158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/7038302974475403158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2009/09/mantra-of-life.html' title='The Mantra of Life'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-5184508508963580337</id><published>2009-09-16T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:58:09.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IIT Placements'/><title type='text'>How to make a good resume - Part 2 - Use of Bold and Italics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was just reviewing a resume sent to me, when I noticed the inappropriate use of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bold&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Italics&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Do's and Dont's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Bold: Do not put everything in bold.&lt;/span&gt; It looks atrocious. Ideally the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;key achievement&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;verb form&lt;/span&gt; should be in bold. The main purpose of using Bold is that if the recruiter sees your resume in 30 sec - he just goes through all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bold&lt;/span&gt; stuff and that puts across the most important things about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Italics: &lt;/span&gt;Italics is not supposed to be used AT ALL. Use it only when you write something in a different language , say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tabla, Saarang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. ALL CAPS: THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST HORRID WAY OF HIGHLIGHTING THINGS. I WOULD PERSONALLY NEVER READ ANYTHING THAT IS WRITTEN IN ALL CAPS.&lt;br /&gt;A statutory warning: ALL CAPS is considered to be rude in the written world.&lt;br /&gt;However if you can think of no other way of highlighting, then go ahead - but use very sparingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Underline: Haven't seen too many people use it - but no harm as such. Use sparingly nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that helped - Cheers !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-5184508508963580337?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5184508508963580337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-make-good-resume-part-2-use-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/5184508508963580337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/5184508508963580337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-make-good-resume-part-2-use-of.html' title='How to make a good resume - Part 2 - Use of Bold and Italics'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-6143212674531333997</id><published>2009-09-10T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:59:29.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IIT Placements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>How to make a good resume - Part 1 - How to start ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer 1: Please do not be misled by the title ... It's just to get more random people who search such strings on google visit my blog. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might sound desperate - but I want the counter ticking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dedication:&lt;/span&gt; This blog is dedicated to all my friends who are just about to graduate from all the IIT's - specifically IIT Delhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer 2: Most of what I write is general stuff - but yes there would be an IIT Delhi perspective to nearly all points. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motivation behind this blog:&lt;br /&gt;1. A lot of people have asked me answers to this question&lt;br /&gt;2. I learned a lot during the IIT Placement time - and I am more than glad to share it.&lt;br /&gt;3. I want my site visit counter ticking. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer 3: Before you start reading anything below this line, please be warned that all what I write is from my experience, and there may be people who might say something totally contrary to what I would be suggesting. So in case you are interested, read think and do what you think is write. DO NOT FOLLOW BLINDLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough disclaimers - To start on ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to start making your resume?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a sheet of paper - or a doc file - and start thinking of whatever you have done, achieved right from class 8/9. Rack ur brains hard - think of EVERYTHING. Any sports, any camp, any debates, any award, any random project you did while you were in 2/3rd year  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have done this, organize all the data into a doc file and try and fit everything into subheadings like acads, internships, projects, extra curricular activities, Positions of responsibilities ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the bottom line of a resume?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote one of my seniors, I think KGP " Each word, each phrase , each point in ur resume should add value to your profile."&lt;br /&gt;This is the mantra I had always kept in mind when I was making my resume. Will give 1 simple example to illustrate this mantra:&lt;br /&gt;for example if you have done a project in IIT - Say Mini Project. Do not waste your time telling the recruiter what the project is all about. Instead tell him what you achieved in the project, what was your learning, what was your contribution. The focus should be on YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let all IIT students know, for most companies for the first round of CV shortlisting a recruiter spends an average of 45 sec on 1 resume !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you need to make a good resume? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Time&lt;br /&gt;2. Dedication - You need to be committed to the thing - coz resume making is a very long, tedious and at time frustrating job. You will have to go through several revisions till you are finally satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;3. Seniors/Friends/Relatives/Teachers: Make a list of people who can review and give valuable feed on your resume. Depending on how well you know the person and how busy the person is you can send them some/all/none of your resume drafts.&lt;br /&gt;CAUTION: Read Disclaimer 3 when you do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you show your devotion for a particular task in you resume - in IITD lingo - how do you highlight a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;spike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Companies generally tend to see a sustained interest in a particular field/activity. In terms of acads, if for example all of your projects&amp;amp;internships in your resume are in Industrial Engineering - that shows you have a sustained interest in it.&lt;br /&gt;In terms of other activities, if you have played a sport right from school level to say state level - thats a big advantage.&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, it does not mean that people who have done a lot of different things in a short span of time are at a loss - they would just emphasise on diversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have covered most of the basics - please post your questions and I shall be more than happy to answer them.&lt;br /&gt;In any case I shall also be posting another article on some further tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-6143212674531333997?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6143212674531333997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-make-good-resume-part-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/6143212674531333997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/6143212674531333997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-make-good-resume-part-1.html' title='How to make a good resume - Part 1 - How to start ?'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-2391541894762884038</id><published>2009-09-06T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T07:37:26.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>Sach ka Saamna</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The rules are thus…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RULE 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can only say Guilty or Innocent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RULE 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks! &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever kissed someone of the same sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;INNOCENT. Never .. sounds so gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asked someone to marry you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GUILTY. Many a times playfully .. thankfully not meaning even once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever told a lie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hopelessly GUILTY. Bad question - Should be the opposite - Ever told a truth ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GUILTY. Yes yes.. for one long period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kissed a picture? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GUILTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slept in until 5 PM? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GUILTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danced on a table in a bar? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;INNOCENT. Waiting for a chance to commit the guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fallen asleep at work/school? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GUILTY for school, GUILTY for work. School was fine, but I have just realised that it's easier at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been suspended from school? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;INNOCENT. Have been at the verge of 1 many a times in class 11 &amp;amp; 12.. but unfortunately ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worked at a fast food restaurant? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;INNOCENT. Always wanted to - my parents were dread against the idea. Had even thought of working in a call centre for a month of vacations - never actually materialized.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stolen from a store?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;GUILTY. Latest was when me and my MRT girl(friend ???) went in to Haigen Daas - Ate a huge sundae and walked out without paying. Realised it when we were just about to take a cab - but then decided against going back - taking the logic that it's their  "poor customer service" - and Singapore has too many people for him to remember our faces anyways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GUILTY. Have actually spit it out on people in front of me also.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caught a snowflake on your tongue?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;INNOCENT. Never struck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Partly GUILTY. Kissed after being drenched in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sat on a roof top?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;GUILTY. IIT Delhi convo sloping roof - with our legs hanging in the air.   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sang in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GUILTY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;INNOCENT. Have always wished this would happen - but never actually happened.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Made a girlfriend/boyfriend cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GUILTY.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shot a gun?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;INNOCENT &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Donated Blood?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GUILTY. I am a scared chicken. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eaten alligator meat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;INNOCENT. WTF !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still love someone you shouldn’t? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thankfully INNOCENT now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liked someone, but will never tell who? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GUILTY. Dil ke baat hamesha muhn par lao .. nahi to chidiya ud jaeygey .... Though in my case waise bhi udd hi jatey hai :D &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been too honest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GUILTY. Too many times - specially with people I love. Have realised it the hard way - that complete honesty is not the best policy. Refer to:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kissed someone you shouldn’t?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;INNOCENT. Unfortunately. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruined a surprise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GUILTY. Believe in too much frankness. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you couldn’t walk afterwards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GUILTY. Again happens all the time - has even left a mark on me .. read Junior Kothari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erased someone in your friends list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GUILTY. Deleted my gf when we used to fight - realised it was too kiddish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GUILTY. Sealed lips.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GUILTY. Thankfully !!!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Had communication with your ex? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;GUILTY. And i won't like to call that being guilty. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got totally drunk on the night before exam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;GUILTY. Have walked in drunk into an exam. Some stupid value education presentation - Cheers to Prateek Arora for that :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-2391541894762884038?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/2391541894762884038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2009/09/sach-ka-saamna.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/2391541894762884038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/2391541894762884038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2009/09/sach-ka-saamna.html' title='Sach ka Saamna'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-3181992804710002554</id><published>2009-05-07T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:20:27.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>A very good old friend just said ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I start telling everyone everything frankly about them, I would be left with no friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left quite speechless at this very interesting observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you want a friend with whom you cannot be frank about the your true opinion of him/her ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-3181992804710002554?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3181992804710002554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/3181992804710002554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/3181992804710002554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-1355468140429482885</id><published>2009-02-22T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:45:16.806-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The most random creatures on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful creatures on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Creatures you cannot live with for long.&lt;br /&gt;Creatures you cannot live without either.&lt;br /&gt;Creatures who don't know what they want.&lt;br /&gt;Creatures who expect everything what they can't give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Creatures who would scowl when they are being called creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;The only Creatures who can create creatures and non-creatures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-1355468140429482885?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/1355468140429482885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/girls.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/1355468140429482885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/1355468140429482885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/girls.html' title='Girls'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-5981982061897548422</id><published>2009-02-22T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T06:06:37.164-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There are rarely times when you thing of a week - looking ahead for planning for commitments and there comes only 1 answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a state of affairs which we all imagine at different times of our lives - some of us still fantasize about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However now that I am in the middle of a infinite sea of nothingness; there is this 1 truth that comes in front of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is an infinite pursuit of infinitely many desirable goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1 goal leads us to the next and the next one to yet another one. What happens when you run out of goals - Life becomes this sea of emptiness. A sea on whose coast one is all alone ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-5981982061897548422?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5981982061897548422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothingness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/5981982061897548422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/5981982061897548422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothingness.html' title='...'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-7797911555380756705</id><published>2009-02-22T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:31:40.655-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Blogging Again ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaEZiQJRpjI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Ss2tAxHbuqY/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaEZiQJRpjI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Ss2tAxHbuqY/s400/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305549912259274290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After quite some thought, this is what I have arrived at .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging = idling away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof:&lt;br /&gt;1. The 3 times I had this blogging urge: US summer intern, NZ summer intern, Last Semester IIT&lt;br /&gt;2. The things we write can only be thought and written when you have absolutely nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence here I start again on this journey - when I have literally ZERO academic load, and a lot to think about and hence a lot to write about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-7797911555380756705?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7797911555380756705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2009/02/blogging-again.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/7797911555380756705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/7797911555380756705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2009/02/blogging-again.html' title='Blogging Again ...'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaEZiQJRpjI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Ss2tAxHbuqY/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-2247282653833452920</id><published>2008-07-16T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:54:54.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Firaang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Sex in the Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of the few times when I read the news on the net - I crashed into this :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/gadgets/no-sex,-please,-we.re-singaporean/no-inout-aboard-airbus-a380-double-bed-suites-316264.php"&gt;Singapore A380 Sex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Questions -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why the fuck do they care ?&lt;br /&gt;2. How the fuck will they know ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-2247282653833452920?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/2247282653833452920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/07/sex-in-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/2247282653833452920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/2247282653833452920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/07/sex-in-air.html' title='Sex in the Air'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-7115081697747271263</id><published>2008-07-06T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:46:00.229-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Cheers to the Weekend</title><content type='html'>This is an ode to the perfect weekend I just spent - Went to Whakappa and then returned via Wiatomo Caves. Ski Fields and Black Waterrafting were the highlights of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cheers to All of you for the planning and conception of the trip&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Irshad and Reema for picking me up - so that I didnt have to walk with my blanket and luggage&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Soni aunty for her mandarins/passion fruit/orange&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Mahak and Anupam for the double rainbows sighting&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Anupam for the awesome accommodation booking&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the Bandi for giving us such a nice house&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Mother Nature for that beautiful snowfall&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Irshad and Anupam for keeping the fire burning&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Reema and Mehak for the awesome dinner&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Soni Aunty for the awesome coffee&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to all of us for the lively night chat&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Anupam for his care for Mahak - and the entertainment provided by it ;)&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Anupam for drying all shoes socks and jeans&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Reema, Irshad and myself for that thoughtful night chat&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to me whose original idea of sleeping by the fire was so successful&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the sunrise which I never saw ;)&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Soni Aunty and Reema's mom for the awesome Aloo Pranthas&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the Vodka Cruiser for it's vital contribution to the Pranthas&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to me for booking Wiatomo despite all odds&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to everyone for all teh fun we had on the snow&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Irshad mahak and Reema for conquering Mt. Abhimanyu&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to me and Reema for the Maggi lunch&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Wiatomo for the awesome black water rafting&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Irshad for helping us with those wet suits&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Cha(Wiatomo guide) who would probably never forget our group&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the Hot Tomato Soup and Bagels&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Irshad and Reema for the wonderful music&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Mahak for being the DJ&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Anupam for his awesome driving&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Anupam for his role as the Camp supervisor&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to me and Reema for the cold wave blasts we gave in the car from time to time&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to me and Mahak for the chattering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to all for being such a wonderful group and for having these great moments together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-7115081697747271263?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7115081697747271263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/07/cheers-to-weekend.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/7115081697747271263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/7115081697747271263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/07/cheers-to-weekend.html' title='Cheers to the Weekend'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-4640696496704649220</id><published>2008-07-03T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:46:10.039-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Certain People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wake up at 6 am because of certain people.&lt;br /&gt;Certain people fix up breakfast at 7 and then reach at 8.20.&lt;br /&gt;Certain people do not care that my laptop doesnt work - the motherboard may be ruined.&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling hungry because of certain people.&lt;br /&gt;Caertain people think  I am materialistic and selfish.&lt;br /&gt;Certain people are so cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain people make my heart weep.&lt;br /&gt;Certain people still smile and go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-4640696496704649220?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4640696496704649220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/07/certain-people.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/4640696496704649220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/4640696496704649220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/07/certain-people.html' title='Certain People'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-293432890181851396</id><published>2008-06-30T01:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:39:29.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>The 4 @ BECA Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SGiZ1271a3I/AAAAAAAAAOY/TbcMiSWFAEM/s1600-h/IMG_5023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SGiZ1271a3I/AAAAAAAAAOY/TbcMiSWFAEM/s400/IMG_5023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217589318867315570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This picture is from the BECA Ball 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It showed - or was made to show few stories of these 4 gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character 1: The Young Budding Hot Headed Man ready for challenges and what lies in life ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character 2: The Happy Go lucky guy who is so content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character 3: The calm, composed and graceful partner who does not smile but has a look that says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character 4: The old guy who is weary of life. The Mr. CEO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;On a serious note:&lt;br /&gt;As I write this I tend to wonder - is this the reality of the 4 characters. Probably not. Then why has it happened that for a 'posed' picture each of them portray the above mentioned characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it what they idolize? Is it what they fear most - which has come to the forefront ? Is it what society and friends expect from them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this their true self or is this what they want or (more worryingly) have been made to idolize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-293432890181851396?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/293432890181851396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/4-beca-ball.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/293432890181851396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/293432890181851396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/4-beca-ball.html' title='The 4 @ BECA Ball'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SGiZ1271a3I/AAAAAAAAAOY/TbcMiSWFAEM/s72-c/IMG_5023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-261200170291895250</id><published>2008-06-21T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:47:16.821-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>22 June 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday. 22 June 2008. Auckland, New Zealand. 4.30 pm NZST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;An uneventful Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;The stroke of midnight ended a serious analytical conversation - left halfway.&lt;br /&gt;The 22nd birthday of 2 dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;Plans to go out destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;A great lunch courtesy to Bhardawaj, Talwar and Sodhi.&lt;br /&gt;And now me sitting on my lappy listening to Pussycat Dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-261200170291895250?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/261200170291895250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/22-june-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/261200170291895250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/261200170291895250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/22-june-2008.html' title='22 June 2008'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-41695824393660612</id><published>2008-06-21T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:40:30.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>An Ode To Ms. Cleanliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To Someone whose Sidey Balloon teaches you more number of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s words&lt;/span&gt; than you ever thought existed&lt;br /&gt;To Someone who called herself Ms. Quixotic for a long time&lt;br /&gt;To Someone who should be actually called Ms. Cleanliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To Someone who is as clean as a a whistle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To Someone who happens to be a proud Carmelite&lt;br /&gt;To Someone who just called herself my everlasting girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;To Someone who just got laughed on by calling herself that&lt;br /&gt;To Someone who has done well for herself&lt;br /&gt;To Someone to whom my first question always is - Did you have it ?&lt;br /&gt;To Someone whose answer always is a giggling NO&lt;br /&gt;To Someone who gets drunk on a glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To Someone who I wish to drink with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To Someone who I have known for ages&lt;br /&gt;To Someone Sexy and Fat !!!&lt;br /&gt;To Someone who loves Paneer Tikka at Khan Chachas&lt;br /&gt;To Someone for whom I feel that Dilli Haat was just yesterday&lt;br /&gt;To Someone who figures as one of the oldest in my chronological list of Infinite Crushes&lt;br /&gt;To Someone who has been a constant support in troubled times&lt;br /&gt;To Someone who is as wonderful as she is&lt;br /&gt;To Someone whose friendship I cherish like my favourite food&lt;br /&gt;To Someone as graceful as heartful as sweet as Ms. Cleaniness&lt;br /&gt;To Someone as clean as the day of 22 June 1986&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Someone who satisfies the above conditions&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you a very happy and clean birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Ms. Cleanliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S. New Addition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To Someone whose first reaction to this post was I love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To Someone whose second reaction was to get me to correct the post grammatically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cheers Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-41695824393660612?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/41695824393660612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/ode-to-ms-cleanliness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/41695824393660612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/41695824393660612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/ode-to-ms-cleanliness.html' title='An Ode To Ms. Cleanliness'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-6727423991575052049</id><published>2008-06-21T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:40:30.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>An Ode To Ms. Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To someone who is a cleanliness freak&lt;br /&gt;To someone who thinks mythology has nothing to do with myth&lt;br /&gt;To someone who hates New Zealand without ever visiting South Island&lt;br /&gt;To someone who reads &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tarot cards&lt;/span&gt; with her best &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;female&lt;/span&gt; friend&lt;br /&gt;To someone who believes deeply in God&lt;br /&gt;To someone who believes in Destiny&lt;br /&gt;To someone who thinks she can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bajao&lt;/span&gt; an ass on a friend's dinner&lt;br /&gt;To someone who doesn't know that she's too sweet to do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To someone who has dinner at 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To someone who can look through your face when angry&lt;br /&gt;To someone who can txt messages at the speed of light&lt;br /&gt;To someone who cannot decide if she has to wear a necklace or earrings the next morning&lt;br /&gt;To someone who can be late to office because she took 2 hours to get ready&lt;br /&gt;To someone who looks beautiful when chirpy&lt;br /&gt;To someone who makes you feel sad when troubled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To someone who is proud of her country and culture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To someone who is as sweet as the sweetest sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To someone who smiles at the mention of being Ms. Perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To someone who apparently doesn't like French Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To someone who has made coffee at BECA a pleasure&lt;br /&gt;To someone who I shall never forget&lt;br /&gt;To someone as perfect as the day of 22 June 1986&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Someone who satisfies the above conditions -&lt;br /&gt;Wish you a very happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Ms. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-6727423991575052049?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6727423991575052049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/ode-to-ms-perfect.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/6727423991575052049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/6727423991575052049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/ode-to-ms-perfect.html' title='An Ode To Ms. Perfect'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-3357938210660732898</id><published>2008-06-17T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:47:34.900-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A missed mail - accusations of individualistic .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I deny - But i fail to understand the basis - the expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And plus I like to keep TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like the use of a cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still Thinking ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-3357938210660732898?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3357938210660732898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/3357938210660732898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/3357938210660732898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-3511685812920801965</id><published>2008-06-09T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:48:07.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regular blabbering'/><title type='text'>Successful Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is not as drab as it sometimes seems to be ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good starting to an exciting week - some part of the work done, IRD no done, and black shoes purchased - that also with a 10$ discount - thanks to certain perfect people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the sparkling red liquid that went into the cards last night ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aims in life till Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Reports Done&lt;br /&gt;Reach Office at 830&lt;br /&gt;Prepare and pack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-3511685812920801965?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3511685812920801965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/successful-monday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/3511685812920801965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/3511685812920801965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/successful-monday.html' title='Successful Monday'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-7061150513709352389</id><published>2008-06-07T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:54:54.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Firaang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>Sunday Morning Disorientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am disoriented about life - work, travel, food, friendships, relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens when you are out of the country - when you actually miss your own people - You miss the relaxed life - you want to run from the struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully as evening dawns I shall sort out myself - mentally, physically and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those Lows of life which need to be followed by a leaping High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-7061150513709352389?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7061150513709352389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday-morning-disorientation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/7061150513709352389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/7061150513709352389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday-morning-disorientation.html' title='Sunday Morning Disorientation'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-6493183771577959606</id><published>2008-06-07T06:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T05:57:32.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Saturday Night @ Auckland</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Poora saturday nikalne hi wala tha when Mr. Gaurav Talwar put his foot down ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Talwar declares that he cannot sit in such confined for such a long time ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Abhinav, Mr. Talwar myself and Mr. Sodhi set out for a Saturday night adventure ... Mr. Sodhi grudgingly returned just outside the apartment .. saying he wants to have time with himself ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being a different issue that Bhagat Singh aka Mr. Sodhi had interesting stains on his T Shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first destination was YMCA to inform Ms. Swati Agarwal about are plans for Waheike Island .. again a different issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we headed to the Sky City tower ..went to the 2 cent machine at the Casino ..Mr. Bhardwaj lost 3$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's still hoping that Lady Luck .. oh Sorry he's not the ladies man .. yeah&lt;br /&gt;So he's hoping that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bhagwan &lt;/span&gt;will bestow him with wealth someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next destination was the Atrium cafe .. where we saw an interesting couple ... Mr. Talwar called the guy a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ladies Man&lt;/span&gt;. This was followed by a visit to the disc there .. which was rocking .. specially that hot chick in black .. omg ... aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave it to Mr. Talwar or Mr. Bhardwaj to continue .. as the hot black chick now needs to sleep with me .. in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-6493183771577959606?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6493183771577959606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/saturday-night-auckland_07.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/6493183771577959606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/6493183771577959606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/saturday-night-auckland_07.html' title='Saturday Night @ Auckland'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-5182626824499818207</id><published>2008-06-04T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:48:56.988-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>New Zealand @ Beca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To Restart my blog ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the reason and temptation to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in New Zealand - that is to say in the middle of a beautiful experience - also in the middle of a chain of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence the need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence the temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence the blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 ... 2..... 1......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUNGEE !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-5182626824499818207?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5182626824499818207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-zealand-beca.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/5182626824499818207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/5182626824499818207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-zealand-beca.html' title='New Zealand @ Beca'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-7820087317951177022</id><published>2007-12-30T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:49:08.516-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Xerox</title><content type='html'>Given the fact that my emotions of the pensive where so well echoed by another completely unknown individual;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would'nt it be true to say that for each person there always exists another person exactly same in emotional structure to the first?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-7820087317951177022?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7820087317951177022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/12/xerox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/7820087317951177022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/7820087317951177022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/12/xerox.html' title='Xerox'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-5081797426809935627</id><published>2007-12-30T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:49:27.134-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Dumbledore's Pensive</title><content type='html'>I was just thinking about the pensive when I googled on it and found this on the net:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am looking for a real world equivalent of Dumbledore's pensive.For those who don't read Harry Potter, it's a magical object that can be used to store memories. In Rowling's story, wizards can remove a thought from their mind, and keep it in storage. That leaves them with a clear, fresh mind to concentrate on more pressing matters.I could do with one of these right now. I have several important choices in lifestyle and career to make, whilst also facing some challenges in my current job. I find that my inability to block out thoughts from the larger decisions affects my concentration when working on lesser tasks. I am learning patience with my bigger challenges, as they have a relatively long cycle. But i would like to get on with other jobs while they unfold.I wonder if there are some mental techniques that could help. I am already using a diary, writing one or two entries a week. I do a healthy amount of exercise and am blessed with great friends who can listen and give counsel. It would be nice to have a magical pensive. But in the real world, I would be happy to settle for whatever mental exercise that would be recommended. In fact, I expect that the solution, if there is one, would involve a fair bit of effort and practice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-5081797426809935627?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5081797426809935627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/12/dumbledores-pensive.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/5081797426809935627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/5081797426809935627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/12/dumbledores-pensive.html' title='Dumbledore&apos;s Pensive'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-2703981350591804160</id><published>2007-12-23T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:49:59.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>Logic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Is logic completely logical ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt being logical so illogical ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told ... everything does'nt have a logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still struggle to say YES. Waiting for the day .. waiting till I understand .. waiting till I learn .. or waiting till I logically decide that logic is not always logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-2703981350591804160?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/2703981350591804160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/12/logic.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/2703981350591804160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/2703981350591804160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/12/logic.html' title='Logic'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-8353646191197842199</id><published>2007-12-23T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:50:16.451-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>And I thought you were mine ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Definition of misconception ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought you were always mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little hope, the little smile, the little laugh, the little tear, the little love, the little hatred, the little sun, the little moon .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I had all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-8353646191197842199?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8353646191197842199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-i-thought-you-were-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/8353646191197842199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/8353646191197842199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-i-thought-you-were-mine.html' title='And I thought you were mine ....'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-3617540241984173003</id><published>2007-12-18T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:50:43.555-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Placements</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those expectant eyes .. those red ears ... those beating hearts .. those polished shoes .. those shining ties ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All split into 2 worlds ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tears of joy .. screams of pleasure .. jump of excitement &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cry of dissapointment, groans of sadness, tears of sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Who decides who goes to which world .. Apparently me ... But just apparently ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wish I could add names in the final list ...add all those who appeared and expected ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But its that minute which decides .. the minute no one can comprehend .. yet just feel ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-3617540241984173003?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3617540241984173003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/12/placements.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/3617540241984173003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/3617540241984173003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/12/placements.html' title='Placements'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-7678510857424998561</id><published>2007-10-18T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:51:03.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>The End of The World</title><content type='html'>Escaping from things ... escaping from reality ... doesnt it so happen that sometimes u r in the middle of some mess ... and there is a thought that I dont belong to this world ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just a visitor ... I dont know these people ... there are just here for some time .. I have a world of my own somewhere where things happen according to my wishes ... there is no trouble .. I get what I desire ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lo and behold .. this is the only life I have .... that also for 60-80 years ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brings me back to the question ... WHY AM I HERE ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no answer to me yet ... but yes there is one escape route ... PLEASURE AND HAPPINESS .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone plz find some more meaning in life ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-7678510857424998561?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7678510857424998561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/10/end-of-world.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/7678510857424998561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/7678510857424998561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/10/end-of-world.html' title='The End of The World'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-2785960192028446516</id><published>2007-10-17T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:51:38.638-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>A Casual Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A Casual Relationship &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I just finished watching Amercian Pie 2 and the rel of the guy and that gal Vik ... gave me thoughts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;is a casual relationship possible with our kind of mindset &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;our here refering to the indian mindset ... admit it guys much as we may pretend to me westernised ...even i do ... somewhere in our hearts we are the conventional Indians who ahve the view that  a casual fling is immoral and unjustified ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I dont know ... really dont know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;am i ready  to accept a casual relationship &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;accept it then live it and then move on with it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;much as I would like it ... it sounds tough ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But movies like American Pie give me a hope that all this is normal and the way we live is a screwed version of life ... onw idout sex and drink ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Th tussle is on .... and I want the self-ratification for everything casual ... coz life is there for enjoyment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-2785960192028446516?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/2785960192028446516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/10/casual-relationship.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/2785960192028446516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/2785960192028446516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/10/casual-relationship.html' title='A Casual Relationship'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-7889944876218324179</id><published>2007-08-06T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:52:08.752-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>The long road of life ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My first poetic creation ... meant to be more philosophical than poetic ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Long Road of life ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk it down all alone&lt;br /&gt;you go ... go ahead&lt;br /&gt;but do stop and turn back ..&lt;br /&gt;coz the road has no end&lt;br /&gt;only craziness .. and madness&lt;br /&gt;the worlds madness ..&lt;br /&gt;there to crush u exploit u harm u&lt;br /&gt;but let confidence be ur greatest strength&lt;br /&gt;but remember its overdose may become ur biggest weakness&lt;br /&gt;do well&lt;br /&gt;as i trudge the road slowly&lt;br /&gt;all alone .. with tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;tears not of sadness .. but just&lt;br /&gt;shear emotion&lt;br /&gt;i trudge down the road&lt;br /&gt;the long empty road to success ..&lt;br /&gt;but yes ill stop&lt;br /&gt;stop when this quest for success takes my peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;coz mental peace and happiness&lt;br /&gt;is the ultimate goal of my life ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a lighter note ... if u don find this poetic consider it as an art of modern poetry .. you know the one which just has free verse and doesn't have to rhyme ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz it sure makes a hell lotta sense !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-7889944876218324179?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7889944876218324179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-road-of-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/7889944876218324179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/7889944876218324179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-road-of-life.html' title='The long road of life ...'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-2470078102793126625</id><published>2007-07-25T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:52:32.049-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Raising a child ....</title><content type='html'>raising a child ... building a house ... nursing a dream ... all to make it a reality ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have a nightmare ...&lt;br /&gt;The child falls .. the house collapses ... the dream is shattered ... slowly yet steadily .....knocking the wind out of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst of all is that you do not have enouh strength to stop the falling ... its there its inadverent ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does one think ... try and stop it ... or look ahead in life ....&lt;br /&gt;is there anything to stop or ois it already shattered ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does looking ahead mean giving up .. or a clever compromise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see the doom as a give up ... the doom which will create havoc and will destroy the house .......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-2470078102793126625?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/2470078102793126625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/07/raising-child.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/2470078102793126625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/2470078102793126625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/07/raising-child.html' title='Raising a child ....'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-9057294118429543463</id><published>2007-07-18T22:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:52:57.249-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Questions about love ...</title><content type='html'>What is love ....????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it lust ? Or more appropriately ... is it just lust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can there be love without lust and lust without love ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does love mean a long term committment ? Or just a friend who you think is more than a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the feeling of being in love more important than the feeling of love itself ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can love be manufactured ... can it be created ...&lt;br /&gt;If not then how do arrange marriages survive ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if yes ... why cant we love the person we like ... the person we would like to love ...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can love overcome ego ... is it good to actually overcome ego ... the feeling of self ...&lt;br /&gt;Does it mean .. the dissolution of the self and the thoughts&lt;br /&gt;or on the other hand&lt;br /&gt;does it mean a union of 2 thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it UNDERSTANDING or COMPROMISE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happens when expectations are not fulfilled ... who is at fault ... the one having higher expectations or the one not fulfilling them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are girls really more romantic in a relationship ... and are guys really more physical ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do u need to love ... for sex ... or for company ....&lt;br /&gt;company is the obvious answer ... yes but is that really true ...&lt;br /&gt;then why love 1 person for a lifetime ....&lt;br /&gt;chage partners .. get diff company and diff sex ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does marriage change things ??.... why does the roseiness of a relationship reduce after gettin married ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is love a committment or a bond ?&lt;br /&gt;is love shackles of confinement or a belt of security ?&lt;br /&gt;is loving less imporatant than being loved ?&lt;br /&gt;is love transitional or permanent ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does love mean keeping the other person happy or keeping youseld happy ...THE ANSWER IS NOT BOTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you forget a love ?&lt;br /&gt;Can you grow out of your love ?&lt;br /&gt;And if you forget or grow out ... then was it love or lust ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;these are some questions you must have answers for if u think you are in love ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and if u feel u r falling in love ... then try and ans them urself ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Best of luck ... cheers &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;also in case u get some wisdom please do share it with me ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-9057294118429543463?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/9057294118429543463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/07/questions-about-love.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/9057294118429543463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/9057294118429543463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/07/questions-about-love.html' title='Questions about love ...'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-5852041521624482951</id><published>2007-07-11T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:54:54.613-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Firaang'/><title type='text'>Enough of the USA</title><content type='html'>as nearly 2 and a half months of my stay in the us end ... what is my reaction ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of the us ... bas yaar bahut ho gaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ab to mein bore ho gaya ....have had enough of the usa ....enough materialism .. enough sightseeing ... enough ac ....enough french fries ... enough deep neck tops ..  enough bare legs ... though i can still take more of the last 2 things ...[;)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mad rat race here in the usa .. polite people .. yes .. good morning .. good evening ... have a good day ... how are u doing today ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes all this is there ...makes u feel gud ... that people are polite and helpful ... but only to an extent .. after that it is all .. help your self ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highly materialistic ... highly busy ..u mail a person sitting right next to you .. instead of talking ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that is the usa ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i miss here .. living wid my mama's family was definetely gud ... mama mami 2 cute cousins ..but i still miss my family .. boley to gharwaaley [;)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss indian food .. the shahi paneer .. moms kofta ... moms dosa .. all that eating out at kl(iit hostel cafe)..... family lunch of chilli paneer and zeera aloo at sip n bite ... mezaban ka chilli potato ... and wot not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the feel of india .. yes hot , dirty ... but yes that was India ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comin back soon ... its 12 days to HOME SWEET HOME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-5852041521624482951?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5852041521624482951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/07/enough-of-usa.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/5852041521624482951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/5852041521624482951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/07/enough-of-usa.html' title='Enough of the USA'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-3585536924694322161</id><published>2007-07-06T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:44:36.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>A good job</title><content type='html'>the best question ..... for all those of us in college ... and those not in college ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT EXACTLY IS A GOOD JOB ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all the inspiraton for this post .... i went to orlando, florida this weekend .... i stayed over at a friend from iit ... mayank ... who btw cooks excellent poha ... he'll have a lucky wife ...&lt;br /&gt;now where does he stay .. with another indian ... who is doin a job there in the us ... nicknamed dadu ... very sweet and helpful .. he drove 30 miles just to pick up us ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways comin back to the point ....excuse my diverging nature ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what sparked this conversation ... we were a group of 4 friends me , mayank, shahsank , and ankit all comin back from disneyworld ....in a high spirit ....after a great day at the parks ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all happy in the USA ... with their interns though ... not the country as such ... all except one ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who had fallen in love with the country also ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is wot started the discussion ... 3 of us agreed that foreign countries are a great place to vacation ... but the 3 of us wanted to work and settle in India ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is when one friend said that he had decided to work and settle in the states ...&lt;br /&gt;quite obviously we asked him why ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his ans was quite staright and simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A GOOD JOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our obvious response was that u get good jobs in india also ... and u have mnc's and everything ... though on a lighter vein u dont have strip clubs and topless beaches ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol ... btw i went to south beach miami .. which is topless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways comin back to the point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his ans was the best job is one which gives the maximum money ....&lt;br /&gt;IS MONEY EVERYTHING ???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his ans was yes ...&lt;br /&gt;we tried expalining him ... but i guess he was in a very immature state ... one in which i was abt 4 yrs ago ... when i had the notion that money is everything ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ive matured .... my mom was very thankful for that ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money isnt everything ... peace of mind , happiness , satisfaction and time ..... are things that money can not buy ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these are things widout which there wuld be no life ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope he realizes this before its too late ... else its a mad rat race&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-3585536924694322161?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3585536924694322161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-job.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/3585536924694322161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/3585536924694322161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-job.html' title='A good job'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-6720515462163997962</id><published>2007-06-25T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:43:19.495-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>India v/s America</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Again read somewhere on orkut:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Indian is having his breakfast (coffee, croissants, bread, butterAnd jam) when an American man; chewing gum, sits down next to him.&lt;br /&gt;The Indian ignores the American who, nevertheless, starts aconversation.American: "You Indians eat the whole bread?"&lt;br /&gt;Indian (coolly): "Of course."American: (after blowing a huge bubble)"We don't. In America, we only eat what's inside. The crusts we collect in a container,recycle it,transform them into croissants and sell them to India."&lt;br /&gt;The American has a smirk on his face.The Indian munches on... gives a cold look but did not reply.The American refuses to take the cue and persists: "Do you eat jelly with the bread??"Indian: "Of Course."&lt;br /&gt;American: (cracking his gum between his teeth and chuckling). "We don't. In America we eat fresh fruit for breakfast, then we put all the peels,seeds,and left overs in containers, recycle them, transform them into jam and sell the jam to India."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indian puts his coffee mug down...looks straight in the American's eye and then asks: "Do you have sex in America?"&lt;br /&gt;American: "Why of course we do", the American says with a big smirk.Indian: "And what do you do with the condoms once you've used them?"&lt;br /&gt;American: "We throw them away, of course."Indian: "We don't. In India, we put them in a container, recycle them,melt them down into chewing gum and sell them to America!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-6720515462163997962?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6720515462163997962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/india-vs-america.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/6720515462163997962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/6720515462163997962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/india-vs-america.html' title='India v/s America'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-337651369276234915</id><published>2007-06-15T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:38:53.341-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Who do i blog for ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;as a newcomer in the world of bloggig ... this question has been in my mind from the very moment I thought after reading the blogs of anshul and anand .. both of which were special in there own wayz ....this was again raised by another of my lately found chat frnds .... when I told her that I must right somethin spicy now ... after all that introspective stuff .... she had asked me ... That means u rite for ppl?&lt;br /&gt;well lemme try and answer these questions .. which are probaly the toughest ... as questions asked to oneself are the most tough to answer ... for the simple reason that u cant lie to urself ....another reason why introspection is the most important self analysis&lt;br /&gt;'a public diary' (kudos to phoenix !!!) is probably the best phrase to describe a blog ... now why do we need a public diary .... is it a public display of emotions ...?&lt;br /&gt;earlier when i first heard of blogs ... sopecifically when my BSP rep kejri had told me to write an article on that ... i was like wot ??why shuld one put ones life in public preview ....&lt;br /&gt;well my own answer to that is its not puttin ur life under public perview ... it is another way of introspectin wid the ppl as an audience ...an audience wid an opinion ... an opinion which may not be rite necessarily ... but all the same will lead to some fruitful arguments and discussions ...blogging is a beautiful platform to let loose ur inner desires .. ur wishes ... ur fears ... ur apprehensions&lt;br /&gt;that also ans the question over the statement ....&lt;br /&gt;plz comment it encourages me&lt;br /&gt;a blog widout readers wuld just become a private diary ... loosing the benefits of all ur thoughts ...a platform for discussion widout discussion ....&lt;br /&gt;and last of all I have 2 very selfish motives for blogging&lt;br /&gt;1. Improve my english ... i wanna.... no sorry want to be catting 2. Increase my typing speed&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-337651369276234915?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/337651369276234915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/who-do-i-blog-for.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/337651369276234915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/337651369276234915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/who-do-i-blog-for.html' title='Who do i blog for ?'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-5154962494040994811</id><published>2007-06-15T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T09:39:48.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>An eye match</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I boarded the metro for union station washington dc ... or should i say i boarded the eyes of that beautiful girl in the green dress ...I sat down on the seat ... my eyes sat down in hers ... sitting opposite me but quite far away ... let us say on the coach was this damsel wid blonde hair .. and beautiful green eyes ... wearing a polka dotted skirt ... which unfortunately was quite upto the kness ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:courier new;" &gt;p.s. the average skirt length in the usa in summers is the miniskirt ... so a skirt upto the knees is a quite long skirt ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first our eyes just grazed pass each other  .. but that was not enough .. I decided to be naughty .. I continuosly stared into her eyes wid a smug expression .. an expression which meant that I know you'll look the other way ...However I realized that this is not India where the bhartai nari is supposed to be sharmele ...lol ... excuse me girls who consider themselves to be very modern and forwardlooking yet still look away when a guy stares at u ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence I was in for a tough eye match with neither side in the mood for relenting .. eyes did look the other way .. but only for a galnce .. again to stare at each other ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a strange kind of enjoyment filled me ... to flirt wid sum1 totally unknown in a strange land .. that too without a word...i thought of a one night stand ... however my mind promptly reminded me of my committments ... and after all the journey and the anticipation of the reward is much more important than the reward itself !!!&lt;br /&gt;I was reeling in such thoughts when ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the climax .. her winning streak .. SHE WINKED !!! ... it wasnt just CHECK it was straight CHECKMATE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She winked and I lost ... firstly coz I wasnt sure that she actually did it .. so I didnt wink back ..  and secondly coz by the time I realised it when I saw her laughing it was too late ... quite dissapointed I gladly realised that my station had come .. quite surprusingly I also saw her getting up ...decided that it was my chance to get back I let her go ahead of me ... up the escalator ...&lt;br /&gt;the escalator was abt a 5min journey ... (im not exaggerating ...its really long here )...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and during those 5 min my eyes were constantly on her.... she turned and caught my eye ... and quickly got away .... she got the message ..U WON BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN IM LOST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then in those thoughts of that girl in the green dress I boarded the bus for home ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-5154962494040994811?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5154962494040994811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/eye-match.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/5154962494040994811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/5154962494040994811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/eye-match.html' title='An eye match'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-102717551467815581</id><published>2007-06-14T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:38:53.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>topics ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;thought ill just jot down topics on which i wish to write .. just a reminder to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;why blog ... for whom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;racism .. the blacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;sex and morality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;men and women ... HUM TUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;love and lust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;thats  it for the moment ... lets see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-102717551467815581?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/102717551467815581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/topics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/102717551467815581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/102717551467815581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/topics.html' title='topics ....'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-8583055080725801804</id><published>2007-06-13T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:38:07.248-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Just saw on a website...</title><content type='html'>Just saw on a youth hostel website(USA) with mixed dorms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couples must book seperate beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also there was a twin mixed dorm ... lol ... nice concept huh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-8583055080725801804?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8583055080725801804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-saw-on-website.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/8583055080725801804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/8583055080725801804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-saw-on-website.html' title='Just saw on a website...'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-3474578956528010946</id><published>2007-06-09T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:41:44.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>The older generation ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;what i write now esentially is an introspection into our relationship ...here our refers to ppl of my age group .. with the older generation ... more specifically grandparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so first the prologue ... why this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know abt others .. but atleast i feel it is so difficult to stay wid ones grandparents .... and here when i say stay .. i mean for a longer durationof time ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this question also is linked with a more traditional question of indian society ... joint family or nuclear family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;given the prologue .. now the case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've all seen and sympathised in so many hindi movies when a young couple wants to move out of the family home and the parents are pained ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all think that we'll never abandon r parents at any stage in life ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also think that we'll take gr8 care of them ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in reality ... lets see the situation wid r grandpaents ...&lt;br /&gt;there are times when u critcisize ur parents for actions towads ur garndparents ... hope im not being confusin ....&lt;br /&gt;they r times when u wish that ur grandparents were'nt there at taht particular moment and they wouldnt spoil ur programme ...&lt;br /&gt;this can be seen in the lite of a smaal event like just eatin out ... where usually grand parents dont wanna eat out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a big issue indeed ... and one of the greatest weaknesses of old age is i guess that old ppl become rigid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGIDITY IN ANY SPHERE OF LIFE ANY TIME EVEN IF SUPPORTED BY VALID LOGIC IS THE GREATEST WEAKNESS A PERSON CAN HAVE ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one great truth i have learnt in the past few dayz ... even if u r right yet u r rigid .... u r the looser in the long run ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-3474578956528010946?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3474578956528010946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/older-generation.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/3474578956528010946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/3474578956528010946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/older-generation.html' title='The older generation ..'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-6844887085301565926</id><published>2007-06-06T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:37:01.741-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>Introspection – All About Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;this is something i had written in my about me after my first year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;after an academically disappointing second semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winds of misfortune, the tides of frustration ,the storms of disaster all go against the unsheltered, harm the unharmed, torcher the untorchered.....all test your patience and perseverance ... such is life ... IS THIS LIFE ???&lt;br /&gt;What is the very aim of life ... the meaning of existence ... the use of this life span..................?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in search of this universal truth ...searching ... searching for some kind of solace …some kind of peace of mind... some kind of aim in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I believe in searching with a smile...with optimism….. with hope …. with love.... with light ... in my heart so as to be happy ... but is my happiness the only thing.... its all a matter of questions.... unanswered questions.... answers of which I’m yet searching .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come and go in our lives. And then we think how genuine was our relationship with the person. More fundamentally a doubt comes that how genuine was the person ... his laughter... his comments... his actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence I am at a stage now where people around me are having changes in attitude ... actually they always have changes but now im realizing them and thinking about them. Hence it is a quest to find out the reality of a person who you think is your friend.... but this quest is a near impossible one coz human nature is highly complex.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never say life sucks...&lt;br /&gt;It is just at some times that you loose the direction of living and then you sit back and think … again think about the purpose of our life... our existence…&lt;br /&gt;People who say life sucks ...have seen yet nothing in life to pass such an obscure decision.&lt;br /&gt;50 years down the line- say it and ill believe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then the magic lies in rediscovering yourself... your potentials...your capabilities... your shortcomings&lt;br /&gt;And with these shortcomings and potentials you have to make the most of your lives … keeping yourself and all around you happy … cause till we come to any certain answers there is only this feeling of high that happiness gives us which gives us the purpose of living life…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-6844887085301565926?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6844887085301565926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/introspection-all-about-life.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/6844887085301565926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/6844887085301565926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/introspection-all-about-life.html' title='Introspection – All About Life'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-3450028993278637970</id><published>2007-06-06T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:37:01.742-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>so much to think ... a thought in this unthinking world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;there is so much to think ... so much to wonder... in all those free moments one gets out of life .... and some not so free ones ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;the not so free ones first .... the times when u r supposed to work like now ... yeh u just feel like wondering ... thinking abt just anything ...but man being a selfish creature only thinks abt himself ... and even if u do abt others ... only in the same selfish way ... in a way that gives u pleasure ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Wot does one do of this thought ? Call it day-dreaming ?? or just future planning ? there is no ans .. only qns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;qns very fundamental in nature ... qns abt life ... qns abt love ... not questioning the existence of either ... just the relevance of both ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;there are many such qns but i shall ponder over them later ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;filaal abt thoughts ... the ones in the free time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;do u think in ur free time? and also wot do u think ... abt the girl/guy who passed by .. or the indian cricket match ... or abt wots cooking ... like i do lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;or more deeper qns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;this is one time i feel that u must think ... as i beleive introspection and self analysis is the most weakness or strength a person can have ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;talking of self analysis my class 10 teacher had once said that my greatest strength was self analysis ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;but is self analysis enough ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;wit it must come self improvement and self control ... which i endeavour too build .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;with this endeavour .... good day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-3450028993278637970?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3450028993278637970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-much-to-think-thought-in-this.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/3450028993278637970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/3450028993278637970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-much-to-think-thought-in-this.html' title='so much to think ... a thought in this unthinking world'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909930293847225283.post-6847831498083575694</id><published>2007-06-05T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:32:59.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Finally started...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;so finally im blogging .... guess i felt the need of it since a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;there is so much to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;not to nyone else though ... but to myself ... a recollection of the past ... or shuld i say reminences of the past ... thoughts abt the present and ... plans of the future &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I just hope i have ppl to read this .... not coz i want u to know wot i think .... but coz i want to know what u think abt wot i think ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;time for some credits too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;my first thanx to sum1 special who has always been motivating me to write ... next to the art of living guy ... whose strip club blog really got me kinky ...lol and last to the the bhabhi man ... to whose blog i wrote a really ong comment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909930293847225283-6847831498083575694?l=undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6847831498083575694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally-started.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/6847831498083575694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909930293847225283/posts/default/6847831498083575694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercurrents-of-the-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally-started.html' title='Finally started...'/><author><name>Abhimanyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16758312684040165448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyY65s9YXBU/SaE_OU2XP1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/bi6_RFjYYVM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
