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type='text'>The Virgineer's Workshop</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-5142174094621282028</id><published>2012-02-04T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T09:01:16.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was born and saw the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was no stranger in this world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something inscrutable, shapeless, and without words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Appeared in the form of my mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So when I die, the same unknown will appear again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As ever known to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And because I love this life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will love death as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-5142174094621282028?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/5142174094621282028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=5142174094621282028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/5142174094621282028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/5142174094621282028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2012/02/tagore.html' title='Tagore'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-3799719554587472752</id><published>2012-01-31T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T08:53:36.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Failing? Not at all. Most people spend huge amounts of time and effort on one thing: avoiding the painful truth about themselves. You're doing the exactly opposite."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Excerpt from Life After Death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The most beneficial moments for spiritual growth are the most challenging ones in which we discover our greatest shortcomings and face the wall. Because then, we break the wall and emerge as a super version of what was before. We may choose to stay contented in that state. Or we may discover the next greatest shortcoming and face the wall. The thicker the wall, the lesser the number of walls. If we are in a very difficult phase in life, surely it is the best time to become a super-self. No wonder people who live intensely advance immensely. The more the world attacks us, the better swordsman we become. If everything around is quiet and controlled, it is time to move on to some place which is a little shaky. Only then can we quickly advance to the ultimate truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-3799719554587472752?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/3799719554587472752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=3799719554587472752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3799719554587472752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3799719554587472752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2012/01/growth.html' title='Growth'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-7415922514249894621</id><published>2012-01-31T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T08:19:38.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How About Practising This Daily?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The three things we crave most in life— happiness, freedom, and peace of mind— are always attained by giving them to someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;-Unknown&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-7415922514249894621?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/7415922514249894621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=7415922514249894621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/7415922514249894621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/7415922514249894621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-about-practising-this-daily.html' title='How About Practising This Daily?'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-3651717908654592330</id><published>2012-01-28T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:32:00.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;-T. S. Eliot&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-3651717908654592330?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/3651717908654592330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=3651717908654592330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3651717908654592330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3651717908654592330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2012/01/cute-quote_28.html' title='Cute Quote'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-6746037859472558643</id><published>2012-01-28T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T08:16:18.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beautiful poetry and prose in pure Hindi have an unmatched joyous effect on the audience. Got to hear hilarious textbook-quality Hindi prose yesterday for the first time after schooling. Still living the joy produced by the high literary quotient of the author.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-6746037859472558643?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/6746037859472558643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=6746037859472558643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/6746037859472558643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/6746037859472558643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2012/01/hindi.html' title='Hindi'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-4904813133408203437</id><published>2012-01-26T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T21:03:24.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Self-discovery is the greatest discovery in the universe. The interesting point is that nobody can do it for anyone else. Each individual has to discover herself or himself despite the fact that millions might have discovered themselves before. And every self-discovery is a boon to the mankind as a person who knows oneself will know everything else easily. Such an enlightened being can touch and improve the lives of numerous other beings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-4904813133408203437?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/4904813133408203437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=4904813133408203437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/4904813133408203437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/4904813133408203437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2012/01/discovery.html' title='Discovery'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-4792588478710465712</id><published>2012-01-26T07:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T07:57:59.464-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canon SX220'/><title type='text'>Too Minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cX_ZcA2qmiU/TyF3vjsQCjI/AAAAAAAAECM/XXsRfbUwgQU/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cX_ZcA2qmiU/TyF3vjsQCjI/AAAAAAAAECM/XXsRfbUwgQU/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-4792588478710465712?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/4792588478710465712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=4792588478710465712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/4792588478710465712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/4792588478710465712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2012/01/too-minute.html' title='Too Minute'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cX_ZcA2qmiU/TyF3vjsQCjI/AAAAAAAAECM/XXsRfbUwgQU/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-8817992925871241007</id><published>2012-01-25T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T10:06:43.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;All is love. With love comes understanding. With understanding comes patience. And then time stops. And everything is now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;- &amp;nbsp;Only Love is Real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-8817992925871241007?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/8817992925871241007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=8817992925871241007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8817992925871241007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8817992925871241007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2012/01/cute-quote.html' title='Cute Quote'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-3711051982152198880</id><published>2012-01-25T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T08:04:21.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we came here, we brought nothing. We were just a super tiny creature crying for some reason. Gradually, we accumulate things from this place into our body and mind. We tend to assume our right over those things and if any of them goes bad, we cry again. Even if we are not able to accumulate more, we cry. If we remember the state we were in when we arrived and see what we are today, we will feel nothing but deep gratitude to everyone and everything for taking care of us. No matter who we are, we are alive today only because the existence is so caring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, when we lend a helping hand to someone, our ego tricks us into believing that we are the ones helping the one in need. Isn't it so easy to see that we are just taking a piece of the existence from one place to another. There is nothing here on which we can claim ownership. Everything is loaned from the planet. However much we may claim anyone or anything to be ours, it will become free from us sooner or later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That brings us to the question - is there anything that we can claim right over? Are we supposed to start as a beggar and end as a beggar? Is there anything at all that belongs to us? Before that, who are we? What are we? Who am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-3711051982152198880?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/3711051982152198880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=3711051982152198880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3711051982152198880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3711051982152198880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2012/01/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-4367365231347128483</id><published>2012-01-10T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T20:18:01.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Observe / React</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Simply doing what is needed and just observing what is happening and accepting it as a movie script, even though it may be something negative happening to us, ceases creation of karma. Life incidents, positive or negative, are best seen as a movie script and enjoyed that way. If we react to them, we are not letting that karma leave. "This too shall pass" is a wonderful way to look at everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is not immoral or wrong to act otherwise, it is just beneficial to see life this way. All the energy and emotions that we have should be channeled to the pursuit of the ultimate truth and always doing what is needed, may be helping someone in need, working to improve a situation, or whatever that, according to our understanding, is needed to be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-4367365231347128483?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/4367365231347128483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=4367365231347128483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/4367365231347128483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/4367365231347128483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2012/01/observe-react.html' title='Observe / React'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-622277892506750303</id><published>2012-01-10T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T07:53:54.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maturity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maturity is about doing what is needed without any regard to the consequences. It needs immense strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Behaving in a benevolent, and well-mannered way is of little value. It can only earn one a little social praise. Lord Shiva, the epitome of fury, is the god of gods. Living intensely and abiding by truth is far more worthy than being a good for nothing gentleman, but, of course, the intensity should be guided in the right direction. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-622277892506750303?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/622277892506750303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=622277892506750303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/622277892506750303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/622277892506750303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2012/01/maturity.html' title='Maturity'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-8938376909347991088</id><published>2012-01-10T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T07:08:55.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-ish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is no such thing as unselfishness. Even mother Teresa served the poor because she felt bad for them and that feeling couldn't let her not help them. Selfishness is the motivation for all actions. It is a righteous feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The inability to see the interdependence of the world leads us to serve only oneself even at the cost of hurting other life forms. More than anything else, that is plain ignorance. Ignorance is the ultimate sin. The root cause of all consequences is ignorance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-8938376909347991088?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/8938376909347991088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=8938376909347991088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8938376909347991088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8938376909347991088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2012/01/self-ish.html' title='Self-ish'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-6046651035435882260</id><published>2012-01-10T06:59:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T06:59:43.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intensity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Intensity is necessary to transcend the status quo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-6046651035435882260?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/6046651035435882260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=6046651035435882260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/6046651035435882260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/6046651035435882260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2012/01/intensity.html' title='Intensity'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-2376650206240640033</id><published>2012-01-10T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T02:45:28.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From i to i-less</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The purpose of ego and attachment is self-preservation. The concept of “I” exists to preserve this particular body and mind. But, this particular body and mind is as precious as another body and mind. All our activities should be in line with this idea. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once self-preservation is achieved, we seek something else. That search may find expressions in greed, ambition, curiosity, creating an impact in the lives of people, etc. It seems we are seeking something infinite unconsciously because this search is never going to end this way. Even the most accomplished and affluent individuals such as Alexander, Ashoka, Bill Gates, Mother Teresa, Mahatma Gandhi, Henry Ford, Einstein, Edison, Steve Jobs, etc. could not attain perfect bliss through towering heights of accomplishments. They all stayed miserable as far as perfect happiness is concerned. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spirituality is about seeking that infinite consciously and finding out the ultimate truth. It is not about attaining any knowledge or reading any scripture or following any religion. It is just about consciously seeking the one answer to everything that has been, is, or will be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-2376650206240640033?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/2376650206240640033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=2376650206240640033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/2376650206240640033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/2376650206240640033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2012/01/from-i-to-i-less.html' title='From i to i-less'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-7312954416216576890</id><published>2012-01-07T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:28:15.750-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canon SX220'/><title type='text'>Ginger and Lemon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mPATSSZDPsw/TwgBR1l5IKI/AAAAAAAAEB4/FzhzMKRSHWA/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mPATSSZDPsw/TwgBR1l5IKI/AAAAAAAAEB4/FzhzMKRSHWA/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C9Y9tCiKF_E/TwgCCbLuHvI/AAAAAAAAECA/y5CrtQJJqbA/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C9Y9tCiKF_E/TwgCCbLuHvI/AAAAAAAAECA/y5CrtQJJqbA/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-7312954416216576890?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/7312954416216576890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=7312954416216576890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/7312954416216576890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/7312954416216576890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2012/01/ginger.html' title='Ginger and Lemon'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mPATSSZDPsw/TwgBR1l5IKI/AAAAAAAAEB4/FzhzMKRSHWA/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-4700213264640512600</id><published>2012-01-03T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T10:45:00.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Profound</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know that I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Stole this from a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-4700213264640512600?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/4700213264640512600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=4700213264640512600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/4700213264640512600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/4700213264640512600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2012/01/profound.html' title='Profound'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-2044136478644173901</id><published>2012-01-02T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T03:22:42.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Case 1. I am suffering. Even when my seemingly impossible wishes are fulfilled, I am not happy and feel the need for new and different things. There are so many more who are struggling. What is the ultimate solution to all suffering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 2. I am happy, absolutely at peace with all the positive and negative events taking place. Nothing can stir me. I enjoy the beautiful world as it is. I wonder who the hell created all this, including me. Where is she/he hiding after creating this marvel? At this moment, all I can think of is that I must find the creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 3. Who am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-2044136478644173901?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/2044136478644173901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=2044136478644173901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/2044136478644173901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/2044136478644173901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2012/01/final-question.html' title='The Final Question'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-1200804490488343089</id><published>2011-12-30T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T12:00:23.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A truth beyond my experience is imaginary for me. But still the truth might exist. Only when it comes within the reach of my experience does the truth become a truth for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-1200804490488343089?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/1200804490488343089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=1200804490488343089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/1200804490488343089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/1200804490488343089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2011/12/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-8470621166581195297</id><published>2011-12-29T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T11:31:27.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pursuit of Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We remember our glorious past and dream of a world-at-our-feet future to be happy. We do things that we like and talk to people we love. We try to find more and more ways to enjoy but end up being sad many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is composed of moments.&amp;nbsp;In order to make the whole life happy, finding ways to be happy for a moment is a good starting point. Now, what can we do to make a moment full of joy? We can eat an ice-cream, see our loved ones, look at a beautiful landscape, and do numerous other things. But still there can be times when none of these happiness seeds is available. What do we do then? If, by any chance, we can be happy just by looking at whatever is present in front of us, that's a good practical solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever we are, in office, at home, or on the streets, if we think of nothing but just observe what's happening around us closely, without judging anyone or anything, we will be at peace. If we begin to appreciate the little beauty present in every little object we encounter and feel a sense of gratitude to the existence for allowing us to experience that thing of beauty, we will be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The truth is that even if we do nothing or think of nothing, we will be happy. If our mind is cleared of all possible thoughts, we will feel nothing but an ever growing peace, the true nature of spirit. But our logical mind is always at work to make us feel sad. At this moment, sitting in front of my computer in my room, if I choose to do nothing and think of nothing, I will be perfectly at peace. But my mind won't let me. It will remind me of the many things I need to do to be happy today and tomorrow. It will give me flashback of many things that went wrong in the past. It will try its best to keep me busy and take me away from this peace of nothingness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all have had our share of the victory moments when we felt we got that most important thing we had longed for. And we were so happy and at peace at that instant. If we reflect, we will find that our mind had become empty of all thoughts and desires for those few moments. Free of thoughts, we felt absolute peace and happiness. But then mind comes back to work, takes away our happiness, and reminds us of the next list of action items to be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To the logical mind, it may seem that thinking of nothing will amount to utmost stupidity and dullness. But, on the contrary, active or conscious emptiness of mind means leaving logic for intuition, which is the source of all monumental acts and scientific discoveries in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Does this mean we should stop doing everything and just think of nothing, do nothing? Not necessarily. We have been living in a way that we always pursue happiness through actions. Instead of that, if we live in a way that we experience happiness and peace first and then perform actions, we will be ever blissful and more successful. We can keep growing the peace inside ourselves by thinking of nothing but just feeling and observing things around us whenever we can. At all other times, filled with calmness, we can perform all actions and duties with greater effectiveness. Let's find peace first and then pursue the actions instead of the other way round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even better than observing things outside is to observe and feel our own body, our breath. That's something we will have with us, wherever we go. If, while sitting or walking, we simply observe air flowing in and out of our nostrils and try to feel it more and more as an observer looking at the body breathe instead of consciously making an effort to breathe, we will be at absolute peace. But of what good are words without experience?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-8470621166581195297?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/8470621166581195297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=8470621166581195297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8470621166581195297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8470621166581195297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2011/12/pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='Pursuit of Happiness'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-1286273091002824854</id><published>2011-12-28T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T08:08:41.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good &amp; Evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Any intention or action that inhibits life is evil or negative. That which helps sustain or enhance life is good or positive. There is no any other parameter needed to judge an action or intention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ipuzr3HGTQ4&amp;amp;feature=relmfu"&gt;Morality&lt;/a&gt; is a bad joke that keeps changing its definition without informing anyone, bringing about confusion, suffering and untruth. It does more evil than good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a humanitarian point: &lt;a href="http://wanderdustinmyshoes.blogspot.in/2012/01/what-is-greatest-question.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-1286273091002824854?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/1286273091002824854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=1286273091002824854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/1286273091002824854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/1286273091002824854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-evil.html' title='Good &amp; Evil'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-8564095956705823116</id><published>2011-12-28T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T06:54:53.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The most profitable area of investment is spiritual growth. The input is inward attention and the output is immeasurable peace, to begin with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-8564095956705823116?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/8564095956705823116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=8564095956705823116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8564095956705823116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8564095956705823116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2011/12/attention.html' title='Attention'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-3043707871728153127</id><published>2011-12-24T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T10:49:55.703-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songwriting Take 1'/><title type='text'>बॉम्बे सैंडविच</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;सुनो तो ज़रा&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;हुई क्या खता&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;जो तुम यूँ&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;सामने न आते&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;मेरे गिटार पे&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;जो धुन सवार है&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;वो तुम क्यूँ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;मेरे साथ न गाते&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;कहो तो मोड़ लूँ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;पल्सर अपनी&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;तुम रास्ते पे&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;मुझको मिल जाना&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;बॉम्बे सैंडविच की&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;चौक पे&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;मेरे संग&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;स्पैनिश क्लासेस आना&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-3043707871728153127?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/3043707871728153127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=3043707871728153127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3043707871728153127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3043707871728153127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_24.html' title='बॉम्बे सैंडविच'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-7034565118075179433</id><published>2011-12-23T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T10:52:33.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bihar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My motherland - where humble affectionate individuals address themselves as &lt;i&gt;hum &lt;/i&gt;instead of &lt;i&gt;main&lt;/i&gt;. Little did I understand the power of we then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-7034565118075179433?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/7034565118075179433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=7034565118075179433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/7034565118075179433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/7034565118075179433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2011/12/bihar.html' title='Bihar'/><author><name>Apoorva 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;मैं भी इसी सागर की&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;एक लहर ही तो हूँ&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;पानी से बना&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;पानी में सना&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;एक हथेली भर ही तो हूँ&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;काश मैं सागर होता&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;लहर भी होता&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;सागर भी होता&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;यहाँ भी होता&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;वहाँ भी होता&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;मेरा कोई किनारा न होता&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;आज इस सागर के अहसास में&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;फैल रहा मेरे मन का सागर&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;पूछ रहा मैं खुद से&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;कहीं मैं सागर तो नहीं&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;कहीं लहर में सीमित&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;मैं असीमित तो नहीं&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-9035953918179162880?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/9035953918179162880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=9035953918179162880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/9035953918179162880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/9035953918179162880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='सागर'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-5632390777932828918</id><published>2011-11-21T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T03:31:45.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canon SX220'/><title type='text'>Beyond Obvious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7Aj-JCl3uU/TsnLVz-yN6I/AAAAAAAACQw/-eNdUK7XVSc/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7Aj-JCl3uU/TsnLVz-yN6I/AAAAAAAACQw/-eNdUK7XVSc/s320/048.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beyond the curves of this water bottle lies an unseen star.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-5632390777932828918?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/5632390777932828918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=5632390777932828918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/5632390777932828918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/5632390777932828918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2011/11/beyond-obvious.html' title='Beyond Obvious'/><author><name>Apoorva 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both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDEreFWX678/TsnHXuBLnvI/AAAAAAAACQo/l4F9a5np1y4/s1600/037b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDEreFWX678/TsnHXuBLnvI/AAAAAAAACQo/l4F9a5np1y4/s320/037b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only when that potato chip falls from your hands onto the floor do you see all its beauty at once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-3581992978555612764?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/3581992978555612764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-8052757285777518268</id><published>2011-11-17T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T06:13:00.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>बूँद</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;बारिश की वो पहली बूँद,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;जो शीशे पे सरसराती हुई,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ख़ुशी से पत्तों के बीच फिसलती हुई,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;असीम आसमान की सारी असीमता समेटे हुए,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;पर्वत की मांग में बहते झरने पे टपकती हुई,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;कलियों की गलियों में ताजगी भरती हुई,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;मेरे&amp;nbsp;माथे को छूकर मेरे मन में बस गयी,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;वो हो तुम|&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-8052757285777518268?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/8052757285777518268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=8052757285777518268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8052757285777518268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8052757285777518268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='बूँद'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-5582492168453716774</id><published>2011-11-14T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T11:36:44.882-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canon SX220'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diwali'/><title type='text'>Candle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-82FFAkue5Hg/TsFcJuRXH8I/AAAAAAAACQA/uw4roocUEO4/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-82FFAkue5Hg/TsFcJuRXH8I/AAAAAAAACQA/uw4roocUEO4/s320/012.JPG" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, just one candle's flame illuminates an amavasya enough to make it Diwali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-5582492168453716774?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/5582492168453716774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-6625410093273967132</id><published>2011-11-12T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T13:03:40.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amusing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. If nature had to hide the key to liberation from the cycle of life and death, where would she place it? It seems it's in the breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. If god's reflection in us were to be concealed, where would it be? It seems in the middle of the eyebrows, where we would never ever look unless someone guides us to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. We try to live in the past and the future as mere mortal humans. It seems we are god in the present moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-6625410093273967132?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/6625410093273967132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=6625410093273967132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/6625410093273967132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/6625410093273967132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2011/11/amusing.html' title='Amusing'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-5584532579911047707</id><published>2011-11-11T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T00:03:57.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vishnu Devi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Today, I had a strong thought. Lord Vishnu must be a woman, if the role is to preserve and nurture.&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, let's free gods of gender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-5584532579911047707?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/5584532579911047707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=5584532579911047707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/5584532579911047707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/5584532579911047707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2011/11/vishnu-devi.html' title='Vishnu Devi?'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-8304112840345835420</id><published>2011-11-11T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T01:15:58.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The most beautiful city to live in is simplicity. You can see the rose as a rose and a leaf as a leaf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-8304112840345835420?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/8304112840345835420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=8304112840345835420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8304112840345835420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8304112840345835420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2011/11/cute-quote.html' title='Cute Quote'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-3368374635536890437</id><published>2011-11-09T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T23:33:11.637-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Path White Clouds'/><title type='text'>Love Birds (.... and plants and animals)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wikipedia defines love in two different contexts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love1 is an emotion of strong affection and personal attachment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love2 is a virtue representing all of human kindness, compassion, and affection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all need love - humans, plants, and animals. Usually, when we talk of it, we talk about the love that is limited by a circle. That circle is often one's immediate family, friends, city, or country. The problem is that the limited form of love carries with itself a lot of attachment. The smaller the radius of the circle, the greater the attachment. For one's mother, father, spouse, child, brother, or sister, usually one has a lot of love along with a lot of attachment. And for the rest of the world, there is little love and almost no attachment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coming back to the first statement - we all need love.&amp;nbsp;What kind of love do we all need? We all are happy to get parental affection, soul-mate's love, love of siblings, love of child, love of friends, love of relatives, compassion of other human beings with whom we interact, affection of animals which we play with,&amp;nbsp;affection of plants which provide food for us,&amp;nbsp;and affection of every other entity of nature which keeps us alive and contributes to our well-being. Imagine what would happen if all the animals around us become hostile, or the sun and the clouds get permanently angry. Somewhere, there is a feeling of compassion that guides the world and sustains it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now let's think about the human love that we practise. As parents, we have infinite care and warmth for our child but our attachment for her keeps us worrying and suffering. As lovers, we have immense care and attraction for our beloved but our attachment makes us possessive and jealous. As friends, usually, we have lesser attachment and an undefined bond of understanding and compassion. It seems, if the attachment part is removed from the equation, the world will suddenly become free of a lot of suffering. But the moment we are born, we start accumulating attachments till death do us and attachments apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The truth of life is death.&amp;nbsp;If, by some chance, we come to know that death is not a full stop but a comma, which leads us to the next phrase in the sentence, and that the sentence is infinitely long, sans any full-stop, perhaps we will live in a different way. Is there anything we can hold on to forever? Our mother, father, lover, brother, sister, friend, pet, relative - everyone will be gone away and nothing can be done about it. But if we come to know, at least, that wherever they will go, they will be safe and comfortable and find new family and friends who will love them as immensely as we do, most of our worries will leave us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is impermanent. But what if we are not and we can realize that before death? How would that change our way of living? If in the next birth, someone else would be our mother and we can even be born as a plant or an animal, how would that change us today? It seems that just knowing the absolute truth of the universe and us can change all our priorities and way of living. Wouldn't our circle of love expand infinitely if we realize that we may be born millions of times and every being around us has been or will be our mother, sister, friend or lover in some life? Wouldn't our circle of love expand if we realize that every living and non-living thing around us is necessary for the existence and survival of the universe which is highly interdependent? We have memory of only one lifetime and hence it is almost impossible to accept such a truth till we get the memory of all lives, if there have been more than one. What if there is a way to realize the absolute truth of life and the universe? What if there is immense peace and joy in that way? What if as we proceed along the way, every moment that we live becomes more joyous than the best moments of our life, sans any attachment? Sounds attractive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Extraa Shots:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hatred (or hate) is a deep and emotional extreme dislike, directed against a certain object or class of objects. It seems hatred and love1, both are tied with attachment. If you love1 or hate someone or something, you have developed attachment. Love1 and hate can be considered opposites just as like and dislike are opposites, since love1 and hate are extreme forms of like and dislike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The opposite of love2 can be love2', i.e., absence of love2, i.e., apathy. It may be cruelty or mercilessness as well.&amp;nbsp;Philosophically, the opposite of apathy is flow. Love2 and flow seem to be strikingly similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some believe the opposite of love is fear, some believe it's jealousy. At this juncture, I don't know the true meaning of love. There seems to be far more meaning and potential in love than our perception and understanding of ourselves and the universe. Hence, I don't know the opposite as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Courtesy: &lt;a href="http://surbhimaheshwari.wordpress.com/2011/08/29/opposites/"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Disclaimer: This post is more about a few of the many questions that trouble me than anything else. You keep asking until you get the answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-3368374635536890437?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/3368374635536890437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=3368374635536890437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3368374635536890437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3368374635536890437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-birds-and-plants-and-animals.html' title='Love Birds (.... and plants and animals)'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-4524396084127586823</id><published>2011-10-14T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T07:31:17.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baar Baar Dekho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ME6DVHVprY/TkelLqGP-JI/AAAAAAAAAgo/6H-cEAIr6Rk/s320/DANGA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;हमारे तो अरमान कागज़ की कश्ती में बहते&amp;nbsp; हैं| &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;थोड़ी सी बारिश हुई नहीं कि &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;उत्तरपुस्तिका के कोरे&amp;nbsp;पन्नों से &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;हम अरमानों की कश्ती बनाकर &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;गली की पतली धारा में बहा देते हैं| &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;फिर उन अरमानों को&amp;nbsp;बारिश निगले &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;या पड़ोस का गप्पू हथिया ले, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;परवाह नहीं| &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;हमने तो बस अरमानों की कश्ती छोड़ दी,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;अब वो किस मंजिल पे &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;किस धारा से होकर जायेगी, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;परवाह नहीं| &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-8008241096580203105?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/8008241096580203105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=8008241096580203105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8008241096580203105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8008241096580203105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_24.html' title='कश्ती'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ME6DVHVprY/TkelLqGP-JI/AAAAAAAAAgo/6H-cEAIr6Rk/s72-c/DANGA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-791087282442398640</id><published>2011-09-23T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T07:27:52.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ये पल</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;जो ये पल गया फिसल&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;मेरी कलम तू ज़रा संभल&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;एक अहसास फिसल जाएगा&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;एक कहा अनकहा कहलायेगा&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;इस कोरे कागज़ की बुलंदी का&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;एक अफ़साना सतह की लहरों को&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;देखता-देखता डूब जाएगा&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-791087282442398640?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/791087282442398640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=791087282442398640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/791087282442398640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/791087282442398640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_639.html' title='ये पल'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-2756846217044830345</id><published>2011-09-23T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T07:15:34.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>आज मैं देखता हूँ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;आज मैं देखता हूँ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;खुद को खुद की निगाहों से&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;दूसरों को तो बहुत देखा&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;कभी उन्हें चाहा कभी किया अनदेखा&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;दूसरे &amp;nbsp;भी मुझे देखते हैं&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;कभी मुस्कुराते कभी घूरते हैं&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;यूँ ही देखते देखते मैं उनकी&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;और वे मेरी आँखों में देखते हैं&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;कुछ मैं सोचता हूँ, कहता हूँ&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;कुछ वे सोचते, कहते हैं&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;थोड़ा मैं उन्हें समझता हूँ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;थोड़ा वे मुझे समझते हैं&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;फिर पूछता हूँ मैं खुद से&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;क्या हम खुद को समझते हैं&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;क्या मैं खुद को समझता हूँ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;क्या मैं खुद को देखता हूँ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;खुद की निगाहों से&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;आज मैं देखता हूँ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;खुद को खुद की निगाहों से&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-2756846217044830345?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/2756846217044830345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=2756846217044830345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/2756846217044830345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/2756846217044830345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_23.html' title='आज मैं देखता हूँ'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-103550379582550878</id><published>2011-09-20T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T00:03:50.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Sometimes, meditation leaves you with a state of ecstasy. Every pore of your body feels relaxed and smiles. Now, if the earliest steps are so blissful, I wonder what lies ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-103550379582550878?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/103550379582550878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=103550379582550878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/103550379582550878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/103550379582550878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2011/09/meditation.html' title='Meditation'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-1932421655832537218</id><published>2011-09-11T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T10:15:36.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Unusual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I (handing over 20 bucks): Aapke paas 5 rupaye hain?&lt;br /&gt;Autowallah searches shirt's pocket. Then, pant's pockets.&lt;br /&gt;Gives 10 bucks back to me. Says, it's OK. Leaves.&lt;br /&gt;I stand speechless!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-1932421655832537218?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/1932421655832537218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=1932421655832537218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/1932421655832537218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/1932421655832537218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2011/09/random-experiment-1.html' title='Most Unusual'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-1650349560948490948</id><published>2011-09-10T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:39:54.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet, Please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Silence is the best listener. It hears everything anyone ever says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-1650349560948490948?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/1650349560948490948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=1650349560948490948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/1650349560948490948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/1650349560948490948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2011/09/quiet-please.html' title='Quiet, Please!'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-3288652072526128063</id><published>2011-09-10T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:29:17.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Dhat, Paaagal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Today, I fell in love with a blank sheet of paper. I am going to adore her with my pencil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-3288652072526128063?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/3288652072526128063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=3288652072526128063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3288652072526128063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3288652072526128063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2011/09/dhat-paaagal.html' title='Dhat, Paaagal!'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-6194784301142752413</id><published>2011-09-09T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:22:07.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freedom'/><title type='text'>Cute Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mindfulbalance.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/let-go-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://mindfulbalance.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/let-go-2.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The ultimate formula to end all attachment and attain liberation:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Fall in love, truly, deeply.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Let it go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-6194784301142752413?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/6194784301142752413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=6194784301142752413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/6194784301142752413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/6194784301142752413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2011/09/cute-quote.html' title='Cute Quote'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-5154043905899314069</id><published>2011-08-31T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T13:00:48.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harmonica'/><title type='text'>Forget French Kiss, Here's Harmonica Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-49a44dae92b1b002" 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://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D49a44dae92b1b002%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331854927%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D283EE1CFEB6C351F490B491A884D908E4AB31482.3488E882BEEC7A1F9B2A2B8F03E7F0319E28865%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D49a44dae92b1b002%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DalyS4YQdsm2rupmTcp0QNDTlzNU&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://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D49a44dae92b1b002%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331854927%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D283EE1CFEB6C351F490B491A884D908E4AB31482.3488E882BEEC7A1F9B2A2B8F03E7F0319E28865%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D49a44dae92b1b002%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DalyS4YQdsm2rupmTcp0QNDTlzNU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be assured that it doesn't sound like a rotary telephone ring in real, that's just my phone's &lt;i&gt;recordingivity&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-5154043905899314069?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/5154043905899314069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=5154043905899314069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/5154043905899314069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/5154043905899314069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2011/08/forget-french-kiss-heres-harmonica-kiss.html' title='Forget French Kiss, Here&apos;s Harmonica Kiss'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-2246672259425281938</id><published>2011-08-14T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T08:59:23.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>From Fevicol Ka Jod Hai to Break-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ENcNhbkMq9Y/TkhNRZMqEVI/AAAAAAAACPU/sATbedkAAPM/s1600/fevicol-marine-popup-500x500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ENcNhbkMq9Y/TkhNRZMqEVI/AAAAAAAACPU/sATbedkAAPM/s1600/fevicol-marine-popup-500x500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"She is the best thing to happen to me after IIT. And 'after' is there in the sentence only for the chronology." "You know when it's true love. And I know." "Nobody would have loved anyone ever like I love her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Familiar? &lt;i&gt;Bhailogon&lt;/i&gt;, please proceed to the corresponding section below -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Freshly Wounded Section:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bro, trust me, I know exactly what you are going through. With my personal experience, all I can say is, don't go through it. Stand up, and step over it. The question that will break the ice freezing your heart is the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovesagame.com/the-secret-how-to-get-over-a-break-up/"&gt;Is she responsible for your happiness?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a pen and start writing. Better yet, start blogging like yours truly :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The &lt;i&gt;Ghaav Bhar Gaya Lekin Jalan Ab Bhi Baaki Hai&lt;/i&gt; Section:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, time heals everything, and the good news is that you have got time on your side. Second of all, it's time to write the part II of the blog you wrote in the first section.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, it's time to find the one. ATB :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The &lt;i&gt;Pehli Goli Mein&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Shaheed &lt;/i&gt;Section:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hum ek baar jite hain, ek baar marte hain, shaadi bhi ek baar hoti hai, aur pyar....ek hi baar hota hai" - &lt;/i&gt;SRK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear friend, my deep sympathies, but please allow me to quote Mr Russel Peters - "Be a man". &lt;i&gt;Wo jawan hi kya jo pehli hi goli mein shaheed ho jaaye?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stand up with your chest tight and proceed on your mission to find the one. Meanwhile, you may get a few bullets at the centre of your chest and then you need to remind yourself of Mr Russel Peter's quote. SRK too moved on to Kajol after Rani. Needless to say, but do remember that the best is yet to come. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The :o Section:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If none of those sentences sounds familiar, just know that there is a big monster which catches you&amp;nbsp;(&lt;i&gt;bhagwaan na kare&lt;/i&gt;)&amp;nbsp;when you are the most vulnerable. But at the end of the day, you emerge much stronger and more prepared for taking care of the one who will be on her way to you next :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Brought to you by www.GyaanBaatoRe.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-2246672259425281938?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/2246672259425281938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=2246672259425281938' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/2246672259425281938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/2246672259425281938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2011/08/from-fevicol-ka-jod-hai-to-break-up.html' title='From Fevicol Ka Jod Hai to Break-Up'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ENcNhbkMq9Y/TkhNRZMqEVI/AAAAAAAACPU/sATbedkAAPM/s72-c/fevicol-marine-popup-500x500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-6054911175232184928</id><published>2011-04-18T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T13:30:30.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oD uoY, tcaeR uoY fI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ipadwallpaper.eu/wallpapers/2/it-doesnt-even-matter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://ipadwallpaper.eu/wallpapers/2/it-doesnt-even-matter.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's always a flight to catch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An urgent call to take,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An expectation to match,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A promise to make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's always a celeb tweet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A linkedin offer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A friend's friend's treat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A screening of Potter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the beginning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You die to make sure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There always is someone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who needs you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You strive to live,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To make sure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There always is everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As it is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The truth is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There always is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-6054911175232184928?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/6054911175232184928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=6054911175232184928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/6054911175232184928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/6054911175232184928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2011/04/od-uoy-tcaer-uoy-fi.html' title='oD uoY, tcaeR uoY fI'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-7760774052824269863</id><published>2010-03-09T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:19:21.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MLIA'/><title type='text'>MLIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cursing the makers of Virtua Girl, just when I closed the uninvited pop-up window, this is what they presented on the Dilbert widget of my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/S5Yb5IRr7XI/AAAAAAAABdI/SafyGAOPmS4/s1600-h/dilbert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/S5Yb5IRr7XI/AAAAAAAABdI/SafyGAOPmS4/s320/dilbert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446571467639352690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;P.S. Even if you do checkout what they have in the offing, there is not much that is going to please you either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/S5YfNBUd42I/AAAAAAAABdQ/K7inmZfAza4/s1600-h/dil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/S5YfNBUd42I/AAAAAAAABdQ/K7inmZfAza4/s320/dil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446575107904234338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 306px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-7760774052824269863?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/7760774052824269863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=7760774052824269863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/7760774052824269863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/7760774052824269863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2010/03/mlia.html' title='MLIA'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/S5Yb5IRr7XI/AAAAAAAABdI/SafyGAOPmS4/s72-c/dilbert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-8413794398342407947</id><published>2009-08-27T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T04:00:51.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='?'/><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>What is it that I want to do with my one wild and precious life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-8413794398342407947?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/8413794398342407947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=8413794398342407947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8413794398342407947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8413794398342407947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-5854435624581038598</id><published>2009-08-25T04:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T07:13:49.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alumni-speak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TFE'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the Jungle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;"When in jungle, look for &lt;i&gt;mangal&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;The dense forests of IIT Madras offer us exotic spots to rediscover ourselves, apart from the rare and prized biodiversity that is there for entertainment value, what with species like Deannosaurus Rex, Profo Electricus Cupus, Mechagon, Chem-fu Panda and Jabol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;In an endeavour to be unbiased and righteous, let's pick up an arithmetically mean Joe's story for today's &lt;i&gt;gyanbaatore &lt;/i&gt;session. Honouring the divinely pure minds of the thirteen tribes that thrive here, we hereby proclaim that our protagonist be addressed as Swine Loo. The funda not being some connection between him, pigs and loo but just that a senior tribesman had an unhealthy liking for this name. As expected, our man tries to protest against the unfair practice, but to no avail. When a Western playwright once asked – what's there in a name, he was being completely unaware of what's going to happen in some eastern part of the world in near future. It wouldn't be unfair to say that he was lucky not to get exiled into this jungle and get a name like - Well I'm (the one who) Shakes Spear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Once his nomenclature is ceremoniously conducted, our man Swiloo, as he is affectionately called, finds himself lost in the midst of a hundred get-togethers being organized one after another with two-three of them being organized simultaneously. Everyday, a few of these parties catch his eyes. But our man, being clueless about which one to join and wondering why one should bother joining them, spends his time in activities that can be termed simply as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;time pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;Sometimes, his friends drag him to parties under the sports umbrella, some seniors advise him to attend the literary themed ones, and his conscience nags him to dance in the technically superior parties. Along with these celebrations, there are the daily chores which include increasing attendance in classes and working towards remaining eligible to listen to the Chief Guest's long speech during a convocation party to be held after four-five years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;Cutting the chase, Swiloo seems to be at a loss about his purpose in life. As soon as he identifies that, the next step would be to explore the means to realize the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;There is no defined answer to when and how one realizes the purpose one is meant for. An appropriate metaphor would be true love. You just know when you have it, there is less reasoning than realization. Under such circumstances, how should our protagonist move ahead in his life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;Mr Steve Jobs, the man with two jobs during recession times, says that the dots will get connected (ref: Stanford Commencement Address 2005). Taking his advice with a bite of apple, one way to go is facing life with courage and love - courage to try out new and unexplored avenues questioning conventional ones and discovering new things one loves to do which can add value. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;Nobody knows what lies ahead but optimism cherishes the faith that all the open and loose ends will tie up to form something worthwhile. An alternative is to leave oneself to sail in the direction the wind wishes to take one towards. The conventional mentality of our culture, after all, gives us immense pleasure in sticking to the secure and comfortably stable course we happen to land into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;At this juncture, there is no denying the significance of being aware of what exactly one is doing in the present moment. It is imperative to know that one needs to identify one's purpose and also the stage of the game one is playing in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;One of the greatest lessons of life comes from video games. Mario knows that he is going to fail seven times and face the disheartening message – Sorry Mario, but the princess is in another castle, before he breaks into the castle with the princess. Still, he accepts failure as part of the success story and keeps fighting his way forward in his quest. Similarly, fear of being ridiculed or fear of failure must never deter Swiloo from giving something an honest shot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;So now, with a sense of quest of purpose and thereafter its means, courage and inquisitiveness to try out something new, perseverance and appreciating the existence and learning experience of failure, and just to have a firm grip on the ground before we start running, humility with confidence, we set out to explore the exquisite menu IIT Madras offers to get an extra life out of the curriculum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;To rev up his veins and acquire the best of management skills, Swiloo should run to footer, hockey or cricket ground or pool for water-polo. Hostel's quadrangle is an easy option to learn the basics of a few games but it's a dangerous addiction that could cut down on his fitness and skills. Indoor games like chess and bridge can enhance our man's strategy-making skills (I-banks!). Being an astute player in table-tennis, lawn tennis or Badminton will certainly shine on our man's resume. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;After all, Swiloo is a geek. And a geek will always have that tech-thirst to quench which, he may choose to spend nights in Cø, exploring his creativity with circuit-boards, motors and engines, unleashing that spirit of engineering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;No matter what our man does, where he goes, he will always need to convey his opinions, raise questions, deliver discourses, and talk to people. Strong communicative skills are like nitro-boosters in his career race. Lit-soc events and campus publications exist solely to cater to that communication need for him, be it in the form of writing, speaking or body-language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;IIT Madras' vision says – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;"To be an academic institution &lt;i&gt;in dynamic equilibrium with its social, ecological and economic environment &lt;/i&gt;striving continuously for excellence in education, research and technological service to the nation"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;Indian philosophy can't stress more on the expansion of one's conscience through the joy of giving. Contributing to the beauty of our ecosystem, and helping our fellow beings can make a garden inside as well as outside one's mind. The business world recognizes this fact through Corporate Social Responsibility initiatives and win-win-win situations and strategies. GCU, iVil and NSS are there for that humane being in every human of the jungle. They can do a great deal of good to our man's career too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;The motivation to do something is usually high if one can see an immediate gain coming out of it. The visionaries get more motivated if they see huge value-addition in the long-term. Man is a social being and something that benefits him as well as his community acts as a real strong testosterone booster. Hence can be explained the intensity of inter-hostel competitions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;With so many opportunities to learn, the four-five year exile in the jungle can become a life changing experience for some and just another phase of life for others. The difference lies in the quotient of pro-activity. On a high-intensity note, Swiloo must keep distance from &lt;i&gt;grass&lt;/i&gt; and let the black bucks get high with it instead. He has got to go much higher in his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;Nothing worthwhile lies in a coordship if one doesn't get to learn some palpable skills on the job. It has been found to benefit too few, and ruin many. Our man must make sure he knows what he is doing and how it is going to add value to his life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;A quick measure of any activity's value is on the parameters of being enjoyable and productive. Something that scores well on these axes will create an attractive opportunity for Swiloo to become an achiever in the field. Being shy is not the trait of winners. Winners create and seize opportunities. With the mindset of "&lt;i&gt;Let's give it a shot!"&lt;/i&gt; to ponder upon, I hereby wish all Swiloos the best of luck to make the most &lt;i&gt;mangal &lt;/i&gt;out of their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Moral of the story: Pigs fly, Swine flew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#888888;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-5854435624581038598?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/5854435624581038598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=5854435624581038598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/5854435624581038598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/5854435624581038598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-to-jungle.html' title='Welcome to the Jungle'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-8266127648327092696</id><published>2009-05-22T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:50:55.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cloud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='हिन्दी कविता'/><title type='text'>बरस बरबस</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;बस&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बरस&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;अब&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;घुटन&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;को&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;घटा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;घटा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;से&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;छिपा&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span&gt;छिपी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बंद&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;छपाक&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;से&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;जल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;से&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ज्वाला&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जला&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;पतझड़&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;के&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पुराने&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पेडों&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span&gt;झाडों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;टूटे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तिनकों&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;तितलियों&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;ततैयों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;को&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;खुले&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;नीले&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आकाश&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;नज़रों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;से&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;कर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ओझल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;फुसलाकर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;नहलाकर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;धर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;धरा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;धीमे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;से&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बचाकर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;गिरें&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;गिरें&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;माटी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;कम&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;से&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कम&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;चखें&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;इस&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दवा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;स्वाद&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;बस&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बरस&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जा&lt;/span&gt; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/Sc5tVoS4-FI/AAAAAAAAAiI/_SEQY1rc9qE/s320/img_0474.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318308428332464210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-9059345284885336053?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/9059345284885336053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=9059345284885336053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/9059345284885336053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/9059345284885336053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2009/03/wonder-wander-campus-viewpoints.html' title='Wonder Wander: Campus Viewpoints'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/Sc6H7aRUZ5I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_qXTabTZ_AA/s72-c/img_0534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-1795037296638472057</id><published>2009-03-28T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:22:27.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iit madras'/><title type='text'>Gorgeous Green: Campus Viewpoints</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/Sc5o9f0N15I/AAAAAAAAAhg/teA-L9dW-ow/s1600-h/img_0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/Sc5o9f0N15I/AAAAAAAAAhg/teA-L9dW-ow/s320/img_0353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318303615692953490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/Sc5opH8N7kI/AAAAAAAAAhY/PcUbLWggrYs/s1600-h/img_0351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/Sc5opH8N7kI/AAAAAAAAAhY/PcUbLWggrYs/s320/img_0351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318303265686679106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-1795037296638472057?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/1795037296638472057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=1795037296638472057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/1795037296638472057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/1795037296638472057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2009/03/gorgeous-green-campus-shots.html' title='Gorgeous Green: Campus Viewpoints'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/Sc5o9f0N15I/AAAAAAAAAhg/teA-L9dW-ow/s72-c/img_0353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-1768014550870299138</id><published>2009-03-11T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T02:49:38.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>फल हो ना हो</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SbkcKKz6wRI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eY7WdyhUntE/s1600-h/Poeticsoul-pYU-90375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SbkcKKz6wRI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eY7WdyhUntE/s320/Poeticsoul-pYU-90375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312308196486594834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;यूँ ही&lt;span&gt; खिलता &lt;/span&gt;रहे सूरज&lt;br /&gt;बादलों की छुट्टी कर&lt;br /&gt;जीते पूरब-पश्चिम मैराथन&lt;br /&gt;थक हार मुरझाये&lt;br /&gt;चंदा उसकी कुर्सी पे बैठ जाये&lt;br /&gt;बड़े सब्र के बाद सांझ की घड़ी आये&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कभी हो शीतल मदमस्त पवन&lt;br /&gt;कभी मंद हल्की गर्म बयार&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;बूंदों &lt;/span&gt;के डर से कभी&lt;br /&gt;छाते की सताए याद&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;सांझ की बेला इंतज़ार का फल&lt;br /&gt;चखो  जो इसे सपने मीठे हो जायें&lt;br /&gt;कभी  जो अगले मुहूर्त तक&lt;br /&gt;फल की डिलिवरी टल जाए&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;नीचे लिखी युक्ति आजमायें&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कहते हैं फल हो न हो&lt;br /&gt;इंतजार का पल जी भर जियो&lt;br /&gt;सूरज यूँ ही आए जाए&lt;br /&gt;चंदा कोई आकार दिखाए&lt;br /&gt;बस सांझ की प्रतीक्षा में हम&lt;br /&gt;यूँ &lt;span&gt;ही &lt;/span&gt;बैठे रहें नज़रें बिछाये&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-1768014550870299138?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/1768014550870299138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=1768014550870299138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/1768014550870299138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/1768014550870299138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_11.html' title='फल हो ना हो'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SbkcKKz6wRI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eY7WdyhUntE/s72-c/Poeticsoul-pYU-90375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-6413453250853288340</id><published>2009-03-08T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T03:21:01.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breeze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hindi'/><title type='text'>फूSSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;कमरे की हवा&lt;br /&gt;को न जाने क्या हुआ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;पंखे से दामन छुड़ाकर&lt;br /&gt;कभी बिस्तर पे लेटती&lt;br /&gt;कभी कपडों में छिप जाती&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कैलेंडर&lt;/span&gt; को गुदगुदाकर&lt;br /&gt;उसे हँसता छोड़ जाती&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;झटके&lt;/span&gt; भर में सरसराकर&lt;br /&gt;पढ़ लिया पूरा अखबार&lt;br /&gt;चादर पे गिरती फिसलती&lt;br /&gt;कभी साकार कभी निराकार&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;अभी जो धीमे से&lt;br /&gt;चेहरे को छूकर बालों से गुजरी&lt;br /&gt;तो लगा उसने हाथ &lt;span&gt;बढ़ाया&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;जब हवाओं में हो &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;इतनी खिलखिलाहट&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हमारी कलम को क्या पता&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; हमने क्या खोया क्या पाया&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-6413453250853288340?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/6413453250853288340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=6413453250853288340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/6413453250853288340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/6413453250853288340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2009/03/sss.html' title='फूSSS'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-2916487217796679836</id><published>2009-02-21T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T09:19:33.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closed</title><content type='html'>Thanks for visiting, this blog is closed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-2916487217796679836?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/2916487217796679836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=2916487217796679836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/2916487217796679836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/2916487217796679836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2009/02/closed.html' title='Closed'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-154788354755709612</id><published>2009-02-18T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T04:51:27.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunrise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You are woken up by a Maulvi's song dipped in deep devotion flowing into your ears like honey. You go to the hostel's terrace and behold the whole blue world being painted with a small bottle of yellow liquid. Then someone launches rare migratory birds from the heavily thick jungle around as you breathe in and out perfectly according to the instructions of a baba of stomach-game-show fame. You tell yourself - if there exists bliss, it is this, it is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, my comrade, you have the breakfast. Yes, it is that moment when you would like to thank your parents, friends, and blog readers for their good wishes that you became smart enough to break into the mess at times when you mess around unconsciously in your bed. You have the breakfast which has long been forgotten by your taste buds inspired by Ghajini's killer. And then you pick up your brand new camera and spend some time with deers and birds at the lovely lake-shore, until crows and dogs take over. Some of the street-dogs shout bow bow...insaan, main tera khoon pee jaunga...gurrr and run after you. And as you run for life, you see a Prof who knows you passing by giving you a weird look, completely unaware of your situation. You tell yourself - if their exists bliss, it is this, it is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you have had a nice jog in the morning at sufficiently high speed, you come straight to the 9 am class 10 mins early, which is by far your best timing to any class since eternity. Trying to keep the traditions alive, you return to the class 25 mins later, while you read nonsensical blogs in the DCF. The Prof, who happens to be your BTP Guide (Project Totally Bakwaas) welcomes you with - You're looking like a stranger, Apoorva. I can't recall the last time I saw you. Was it in some BTP meeting long back? No, must have been this class in early January.&lt;br /&gt;You spend the rest of the class-time clicking photos of the Prof using your friend's cellphone. Your duty for the day is over and you crash like a MIG-21 at 10 am in your I-don't-have-a-broom room defying all laws of body clock. You tell yourself - if their exists bliss, it is this, it is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's perfect. It's your last elec course. And you've attended three classes till date. You didn't bother to get any notes photo-copied. Still, with full confidence, you walk into the exam hall. And the invigilator's distributing two courses' papers. He asks, "Which course? Which course? Which goddamn course?" And you know that you don't know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie that might not be bliss exactly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-154788354755709612?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/154788354755709612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=154788354755709612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/154788354755709612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/154788354755709612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2009/02/bliss.html' title='Bliss'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-4959902289724104739</id><published>2009-02-14T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T21:00:13.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well-in-time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Dear *,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Baagon mein bahaar hai?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Kaliyon pe nikhaar&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;hai?&lt;/span&gt;Aaj shanivaar hai?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Tumko mujhse pyaar&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;If your answer to any of the above is na na na na na, please continue reading this. Else, scroll down to the end straightaway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ghar mein badi car hai?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Bhai ko bukhaar hai?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Family ijjatdaar hai?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Tumko mujhse pyaar hai?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;If your answer to any of the above is na na na na na, please continue reading this. 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Else, you have reached the end anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Aaj astrology forecast mein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sandal ya thappad ki maar hai;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Superman, batman, shaktimaan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Na lagta mera rishtedaar hai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Phir bhi ek dialogue bolta hun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Film ka naam sarkaar hai -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Mujhe jo sahi lagta hai main karta hun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Tu haan kar ya na kar *,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Apun ko to tujh se hi pyaar hai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;If it's still no,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ek pyaar ke pyaare panchhi pe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ye kaisa emosanal attyachar hai?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-4959902289724104739?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/4959902289724104739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=4959902289724104739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/4959902289724104739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/4959902289724104739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2011/10/well-in-time.html' title='Well-in-time'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-5753525904509551783</id><published>2009-02-13T18:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:31:03.878-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>She's the Best!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SZbIrI1Cu0I/AAAAAAAAAg0/AtTc2Cc2nGI/s1600-h/2060325610_29a957757e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SZbIrI1Cu0I/AAAAAAAAAg0/AtTc2Cc2nGI/s320/2060325610_29a957757e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302646254705228610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Women, who comprise half the world's population, do two thirds of the world's work, earn one tenth of the world's income and own one hundredth of the world's property (Gender and Society)." - UN in 1980&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are insecure beings. If women are let out of homes, men will be driven out of work. I can only speak of my world and if you're a man reading this, get hold of a kerchief bro. If you are a woman, it's an honour to have you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are various virtues human beings have exemplified over the past many turns of galaxies. And there are various actions governed by those virtues. In my humble opinion, the most valuable of them all is sacrifice. For men, getting the spelling right is the first step to learning it. The second never comes. We use other men and women in our lives as steps to lead us to everything for personal upliftment. Women do that too but so rarely. At least the ones I have encountered are ready to sacrifice their pride, ego, growth in life, precious time, and so much more for their loved ones. On the contrary, men seldom sacrifice something like personal growth and have a very different set of priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, women keep integrity, loyalty, duty, and love as their most important dharma. Perhaps men tend to keep attainment of goals and prestige higher up in the list. We live in an illusion that we are courageous in our pursuits. How many of us will have the balls to walk through a dark lonely street late at night returning from a call centre with the whole world full of human vultures staring at us through unseen peepholes? If you wish to be acting courageous, be a man. But talking of rock solid courage, try being a woman. The fact that men resort to violence speaks of their weakness and failure to accommodate the strong point of view being offered. It might be nonsensical, crazy or out of the male world, but along with that it carries strength so overwhelming that a man, completely unable to hold it, gets rid of it through physical aggression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women I have encountered are much more mature than I have ever been and have a very genuine priority list in their lives. They seem to know where, and to what extent, to venture into and when to say quit. They live sincerity and are well mannered. Pardon the generalization but it just happens to be like that in my world. I tried giving a fresh shot at opinions regarding the various samples of the superior sex I have encountered and amazingly, even the ones who seemed a bit incapable at some point of time, looked absolutely perfect with the conformity of their actions vis-a-vis their priority list. With women teaching new lessons everyday to mankind in territories they were long disallowed to enter, it would be no shock if I hear of female institute secretaries, events cores, organizers of speaking and thespian events, erecting new initiatives in the campus and all that through righteous meritocracy laid on an ethical canvas. A Ram never goes through fire but someone else who never touched a sword has the courage to sit through it. In Sita, I trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-5753525904509551783?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/5753525904509551783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=5753525904509551783' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/5753525904509551783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/5753525904509551783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2009/02/shes-best.html' title='She&apos;s the Best!'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SZbIrI1Cu0I/AAAAAAAAAg0/AtTc2Cc2nGI/s72-c/2060325610_29a957757e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-8860597672802936118</id><published>2009-02-09T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T07:37:05.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saarang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elocution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IIT'/><title type='text'>A Could-Have-Been Elocution Piece</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Feels so good to be here. Ladies...and the rest of you, surely it's a golden opportunity to speak in the golden edition of Saarang in the golden jubilee year of IIT Madras to win some golden prize money. Surely, it's a quick ticket to fame and name. But is that why I am here? No. No, no no, no no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say you're a single guy and you decide to start doing something about it. And then you have an auditorium full of young and gorgeous ladies who make you feel,"Yes, yes!". On that desperate note, I was wondering what the audience is supposed to do when something like this is being presented on stage. Eureka! We have the solution. All you gotta do is take out today's newsletter and start reading it. Or better yet, take out your cellphones and start playing snake. Or better yet, start conversation with the Mary Jane sitting beside you and get yourself a partner for the Dance Workshop. The amount of pleasure and happiness you get by these activities will add to the speech great value. And if you just chill and close your eyes like this, you'll find out that as soon as you're not interested in what I'm saying, your subconsciousness will automatically fade my voice gently out of your senses. Time will fly by for you as you are left to take a sweet nap in an air-conditioned and fully furnished auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are all of us ready? No matter what you say or do, I'll take that as yes. Ladies and the rest of you, I begin my speech entitled - The Complete Dumbass' Guide to Making a Fool of Yourself in Front of Everyone. And I'm quite serious about it. Generally people who keep going on and on like this go on until some one, some man of action, pulls the plug. Luckily for me, I have no plug. I run on solar powered battery, dude! Since time immemorial, I have never stopped and will continue with my nonsensical endeavours for ever and ever. When I played footer during my freshie year in my hostel quadrangle, I didn't score a goal in the entire year. But I didn't give up and by the end of the second year, I scored a goal. An own goal. My first own goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my speech's chapter 1 says - Go get a ticket to have some grass. As in green grass, take a ticket to a green park where you can think of ideas to accomplish this herculean task.&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2 says - Go get a ticket to Saarang.&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3 says - Go get a ticket to the stage of Elocution. Don't let them look at all of you. Hide behind a podium and show them just enough to kick-start the fantasy. I know it's tough, but don't you ever yield to the lure of the cordless mic that has kissed so many ladies and is still wet.&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4 says - Go get a ticket to read from a page.&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5, the final chapter, says - Ensure that there are no eggs and tomatoes in the auditorium. And that there are only and only bathroom slippers to be used by the audience to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take immense pleasure in announcing that this speech is the revised edition of an earlier one and hence, as with every revised textbook of engineering, there is a supplementary, rather complementary chapter, which goes like this - Forrest's mom says life is like a box of fingers. You never know what you are gonna get. So if you want to make a fool of yourself, just do it. Do it before God's fingers play the dice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that brings us to the end of my speech. Within 2-3 days, Saarang will be over and none of you will remember this historic speech. But make sure you always remember the guy who delivered it, cuz someone inside you is saying that this guy has a sense of humour, and is romantic. Although nobody had a clue about it until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-8860597672802936118?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/8860597672802936118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=8860597672802936118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8860597672802936118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8860597672802936118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2009/02/could-have-been-elocution-piece.html' title='A Could-Have-Been Elocution Piece'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-7268569511841207259</id><published>2009-02-09T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T05:29:37.438-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking with a partner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bhoot'/><title type='text'>The Pursuit of Bhoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right since childhood days, I have been fond of Bhoot uncle. Isn't it amazing how he can manifest through dark scary images and travel with the speed of light uhh I mean darkness? I have heard that he has special affection for vulnerable characters, especially innocent kids and gorgeous chics and takes them to his place. Imagine a place having just cute kids and gorgeous girls. Hehe, I know it sounds tempting. Every day, I take a walk in a thick haunted jungle at 2:30 am just to have a rendezvous with him. Bhoot uncle, I know you're reading this. See ya at 2:30 am tonight. Sweet dreams, good day. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andhera kaayam hai&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I won't be alone, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SZAtD2z0umI/AAAAAAAAAgs/flg9q4vsxdc/s1600-h/n596005882_2634042_5485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SZAtD2z0umI/AAAAAAAAAgs/flg9q4vsxdc/s320/n596005882_2634042_5485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300786305690810978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Show up, Bhoot dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SZAtD9P367I/AAAAAAAAAgk/sFdCYqmlPBA/s1600-h/n596005882_2634041_4485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SZAtD9P367I/AAAAAAAAAgk/sFdCYqmlPBA/s320/n596005882_2634041_4485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300786307419073458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am knowing you are listening. Helloooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SZAtDukrroI/AAAAAAAAAgc/qwkajiULw8U/s1600-h/n596005882_2634040_3686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SZAtDukrroI/AAAAAAAAAgc/qwkajiULw8U/s320/n596005882_2634040_3686.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300786303479819906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Help! Bachao! Bhoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-7268569511841207259?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/7268569511841207259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=7268569511841207259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/7268569511841207259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/7268569511841207259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2009/02/pursuit-of-bhoot.html' title='The Pursuit of Bhoot'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SZAtD2z0umI/AAAAAAAAAgs/flg9q4vsxdc/s72-c/n596005882_2634042_5485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-3570780532279349273</id><published>2009-02-07T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:55:34.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SY2H6eOQ_cI/AAAAAAAAAgE/DIUTy3U8xY8/s1600-h/90428951_5b8db01e80_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SY2H6eOQ_cI/AAAAAAAAAgE/DIUTy3U8xY8/s200/90428951_5b8db01e80_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300041775100001730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Making someone smile a day keeps one smiling every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-3570780532279349273?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/3570780532279349273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=3570780532279349273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3570780532279349273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3570780532279349273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2009/02/cute-quote.html' title='Cute Quote'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SY2H6eOQ_cI/AAAAAAAAAgE/DIUTy3U8xY8/s72-c/90428951_5b8db01e80_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-4889039728151305857</id><published>2009-02-04T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T02:00:40.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ass a whole!</title><content type='html'>Never had a fight&lt;br /&gt;Never proposed to a girl&lt;br /&gt;Never scored in quizzes&lt;br /&gt;Highest Marks or null.&lt;br /&gt;Never typed in chat window&lt;br /&gt;ROTFL or LOL,&lt;br /&gt;O dear holy mother&lt;br /&gt;I bet I'm an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never threw in class&lt;br /&gt;Chalkpiece on Prof,&lt;br /&gt;Never wore torn jeans,&lt;br /&gt;No chic's pic did morph.&lt;br /&gt;Never cheated in exams,&lt;br /&gt;Not a Lays from SAC I stole,&lt;br /&gt;O dear holy mother,&lt;br /&gt;I bet I'm an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never smoked grass&lt;br /&gt;Never smelled weed&lt;br /&gt;No freshie did harass&lt;br /&gt;No textbook did read&lt;br /&gt;Never hit a six&lt;br /&gt;Only score's an own goal&lt;br /&gt;O dear holy mother&lt;br /&gt;I bet I'm an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never had a tea&lt;br /&gt;Or sutta in Tarams&lt;br /&gt;Never broke any guitar&lt;br /&gt;Or punctured hostel's drums&lt;br /&gt;Never played AOE&lt;br /&gt;Never fired in the hole&lt;br /&gt;O dear holy mother&lt;br /&gt;I bet I'm an asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-4889039728151305857?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/4889039728151305857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=4889039728151305857' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/4889039728151305857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/4889039728151305857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2009/02/ass-whole.html' title='Ass a whole!'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-3084166589305524297</id><published>2009-01-27T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T02:16:37.241-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>कजरा रे</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;तेरे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;नयन&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;की &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;लहरों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;डूबा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रहा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ज़रा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पलकों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;दे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सहारा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;कहीं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;इतने&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;गहरे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;न&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;उतर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जाऊं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;कि&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;झपकें&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जब&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पलकें&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;कैद&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जाऊं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;समा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जाऊं &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;तुझमें&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;फिर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;न&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कहना&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;आगाह&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;न&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;किया&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;तेरी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;नजरों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;के&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;साये&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;शीशे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;से&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;झांकता&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;मैं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बांवरा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कजरा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-iit.html"&gt;http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-iit.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-3084166589305524297?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/3084166589305524297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=3084166589305524297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3084166589305524297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3084166589305524297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='कजरा रे'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-3326583708784213894</id><published>2009-01-26T03:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T05:01:27.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='box of chocolates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='run forrest run'/><title type='text'>Forrest's Mom Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SX2iEXV_HFI/AAAAAAAAAek/F-d1Ds3w-ao/s1600-h/forrest-gump-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SX2iEXV_HFI/AAAAAAAAAek/F-d1Ds3w-ao/s400/forrest-gump-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295566932726979666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life's like the Gajendra Circle. You never know which elephant to ride on. Both are looking in opposite directions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life's like having four babies, one for every year of IIT life. Obviously you are biased towards the youngest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life's like a CRO of IE lab. You never know which way to hit to make it work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life's like Facebook. It's not a book. It doesn't have a particular face. Every time you try to add that Mary Jane to your friend's list, it hits with a book in your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life's like a Tapti Security Guard. There always is a goddamn camera staring at you. You never know when to sleep, when to go out and take a *iss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life's like the Fitting Workshop. You never know how much to file to make Muthu smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life's like the FRP workshop. You never know He loves your piece of plastic or you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life's like a freshie. You never know which senior God incarnated as.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life's like a judge of Lit-Soc. You never know which one to laugh at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life's like acting adventures. You never know when it's too country even for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life's like looking for XXX, the movie, on DC++. You know what you're gonna get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life's like Dean of Students. You never know who it's gonna be next in his office, shouting - who will win the Schroeter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life's like the girl next door. You never know when she is coming out to dry her hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life's like monkeys at IITM. You never know which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baniyaan&lt;/span&gt; they are gonna take next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life's like wing-fart sessions. You never know whose leg they're gonna pull next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life's like HSS class. You never know who just farted to start the fire alarm [ref: Film Studies by Ayesha Iqbal].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life's like dance workshop. You never know whose foot it's gonna be next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life's like final year. You never know how many times you're gonna make an ass of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life's like the song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Papa kehte hain&lt;/span&gt;... You never know where your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manzil&lt;/span&gt; is - software, finance or consulting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life's like a box of chocolates. You never know when you're gonna get loose motions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life's like your latest crush. You never know which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ship&lt;/span&gt; you are in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-3326583708784213894?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/3326583708784213894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=3326583708784213894' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3326583708784213894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3326583708784213894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2009/01/forrests-mom-says_26.html' title='Forrest&apos;s Mom Says...'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SX2iEXV_HFI/AAAAAAAAAek/F-d1Ds3w-ao/s72-c/forrest-gump-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-3649990014596414350</id><published>2009-01-07T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:38:35.914-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kahin dhoop kahin chhaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ishwar ki maya'/><title type='text'>Cute Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaha tha seniors ne, kam kar le CG. Nahi maani maine.&lt;/blockquote&gt;- BABA ON HIS 8.9 CGPA ADVERSELY AFFECTING HIS PLACEMENT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-3649990014596414350?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/3649990014596414350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=3649990014596414350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3649990014596414350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3649990014596414350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2009/01/cute-quote_07.html' title='Cute Quote'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-3436430211332173224</id><published>2009-01-07T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T08:22:02.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SRK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masti'/><title type='text'>Hum Hain Rahi Pyaar Ke, Phir Milenge Chalte Chalte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bump me, wake me up at 6 am to run 8 kms in the name of footer or make me read my poems, I would still say that Rab Ne is better than Ghajini, Sajini or Rajini. I came for the tickets 2 hours earlier but looking at the queue long enough to connect Tapti and Sharav, it was only pragmatic to look for someone with a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lungi-chhaap&lt;/span&gt; hanky on collar in a 'black' corner. Inflation has surprisingly reached Patna too and gone are the days when the 10 rupee tickets were sold for 30 in black. We had to shell out three hundred bucks for the three of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the three brothers clad in winter-wear from a discount store of Levi's stood in the queue for entry into the theatre, all of a sudden, we caught the attention of a hundred men present over there who were looking at us as if we were the latest addition to the Sanjay Gandhi Jaivik Udyaan, Bailley Road, Patna 800014. Only when a few hot chics arrived in a white Ambassador and a green Gypsy did they look in the same direction as we did. As the doors of the theatre opened for entry, implementing some strange algorithm, the crowd effortlessly carried me inside the theatre on a zigzag path. There was a mirror at the corner where I went to discover the new hairstyle developed during this exercise. My hand dived inside my jacket to get the comb from the shirt's pocket, when one of the babes who had descended from the Gypsy came beside me to get her looks right. She dropped her purse which the gentleman did pick for her and just when a new film story was about to be written, the movie began. She hurried inside to occupy seat with her friends and I too got my rightful place to sit after displacing some pay-for-1st-row-sit-on-last-row activists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie began &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haule haule&lt;/span&gt; with a geek character every parent and teacher loves to see in every child, quite similar to what a typical IITian is before IIT happens. There was an instant flashback in my mind of how IIT corrupted me, how someone who had not even said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saala&lt;/span&gt; despite being born and brought up in Bihar was made to shout innovative &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gaalis&lt;/span&gt; during footer matches, how the poet of patriotic genre was made to write the only non-veg poem of his life and named after that just to ensure that he recites it to every other perverted senior in the campus, how a 100% attendance report card got converted into a 74.99 one, how a career-focussed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sadhu&lt;/span&gt; became a pervert, how someone who used to wake up at 5 am and perform yoga started sleeping at 5 am after an overdose of LAN-beautiful-LAN, and how a daily-bathing-oil-on-hair-clean-the-room Apoorva became Landu. All parents and teachers can clap for the fact that in this movie, the geek is a hero. Similar to what happens at IIT, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;machogiri&lt;/span&gt; happens to the geek and an always serious looking guy acts funny and cracks jokes just to please the girl. Again, only 94.7% similarity. The 5.3% account for the dressing sense of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;macho-geek&lt;/span&gt; which beats all the sincere and creative attempts of an IITian at dressing up like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teen go cheers&lt;/span&gt; (Bihari for three cheers) for the Punjab Power sponsored &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Love You&lt;/span&gt; which would make any girl go ga-ga over it after which everyone starts suffering from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rab eye&lt;/span&gt;. When one catches &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rab eye&lt;/span&gt;, one starts finding &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rab&lt;/span&gt; in every other human being, which is fine considering the theory of omnipresence of God as long as one doesn't upset one's sexual orientation. For the record, the movie is oriented straight and there's no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gay-chara&lt;/span&gt; being offered. Given the fact that around me was the most country crowd in the country (Ashok theatre at Patna) whistling in sinusoidal amplitudes and throwing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chappals&lt;/span&gt; on the screen, the experience was nothing short of a My Fair Lady ride at Appu Ghar. There were two junctures in the movie when my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;macho-giri&lt;/span&gt; yielded and tears almost drowned the emotional eyes. If only it wasn't dark, my brothers would have ridiculed me to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ended with a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;senti&lt;/span&gt; dance performance and the outstanding acting of SRK just made the day. As usual, there was a sudden chaos everywhere the moment it was over and getting out became a daunting task. Perhaps a suitable analogy would be Electrical Engineering at IIT Madras where getting in is quite easier than getting out without being screwed. Again, just to emphasize, SRK's acting was 10 on 10 and Taani Partner was a refreshing delight. A movie in which you cry and can relate to, a movie in which your favourite actor has shown his acting worth, a movie with a small town music in your hometown, a movie after which you have the best &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paani-poori&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;batata-puri&lt;/span&gt; of the city, surely, is one to remember. Even now, my lips spontaneously start singing 'Tujhme rab dikhta hai yaara main kya karun...' whenever I meet people close to heart like my BTP Prof. Another reason to remember the movie is the moment when Kajol danced with SRK when one doesn't know why but still one's happy to see the best on-screen couple performing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Chachu was asked by NDTV to give his feedback about the movie as he came out of a theatre in Mumbai. Instant reply - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hum hain raahi pyaar ke, phir milenge chalte chalte. &lt;/span&gt;No wonder, he was aired. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-3436430211332173224?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/3436430211332173224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=3436430211332173224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3436430211332173224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3436430211332173224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2009/01/hum-hain-rahi-pyaar-ke-phir-milenge_07.html' title='Hum Hain Rahi Pyaar Ke, Phir Milenge Chalte Chalte'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-5976308276877598779</id><published>2009-01-05T09:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:00:32.584-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attyachar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hindi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emosanal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bihari'/><title type='text'>Emosanal Attyachar. Patna ke Presley's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/QykJg4aDO-c" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/QykJg4aDO-c" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gawd. Gawd. Gawd. I accept defeat on behalf of Tapti Drams. It's more country, more cheap and entertaining like Laloo himself. Bolo countriyaapa bhagwaan ki....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-5976308276877598779?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/5976308276877598779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=5976308276877598779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/5976308276877598779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/5976308276877598779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2009/01/emosanal-attyachar-patna-ke-presley.html' title='Emosanal Attyachar. Patna ke Presley&amp;#39;s'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-2184221517744955336</id><published>2009-01-02T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T07:31:26.585-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more fun'/><title type='text'>All in a Winter Vacation's Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;100 push-ups a day comprising of 50 in the morning and 50 in the evening. 50 was again broken into 27+15+8 where + means a gap of 2 mins. The Ghajini trailers had their effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It seems strangely satisfying to dedicate every vacation to at least one thing and this time it was spirituality. After a study of the Bhagwad Gita through the looking glass of Paramahansa Yogananda, I can humbly say that till date, I haven't encountered any piece of literature which can even dream of matching the quality and style of the author's writing. Besides, almost all of my philosophical doubts have been removed in the first volume itself, which is spread across 570 pages. The second volume is scheduled for the next vacation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every ear I could get my mouth close to, I shouted loudly about  a trip to Goa from Bangalore via road. Essentially, it meant a long drive amidst the best of nature to the most sought after place in the country with a halt at a beautiful farm house. Thanks to the ban on beach parties in the state, the trip was cancelled and I came to know about it a day after booking a flight to Bangalore. So the Dil Chahta Hai song ended up in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aamdani athanni kharcha rupaiya&lt;/span&gt; when Kingfisher charged 750 bugs for rescheduling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As I reached Patna, the whole city was under construction, with dust and elephantine concrete blocks covering the whole city and flyovers in the making where only dust is flying over. The pristine air of IIT campus has made my lungs so delicate that the place where I was born and have been sucking air for so many years was appearing a bit high on the number of suspended particulate matter. With a hope of getting some fresh air at home, my nostrils got protection from handkerchief on the way. Lo! The whole house is being renovated, with walls being painted, a few rooms being recreated &amp;amp; marbleized and the top floor reconstructed. Given the fact that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shreeganesh&lt;/span&gt; of the house had started when I was born and it is exactly as old as me, I asked pa no questions to avoid any surgery on me as well (pa is a doctor!).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cooked two chapatis which were almost round and 80% puffed. They were so delicious that my mouth still gets wet on thinking about them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The amount of street-charity got increased from all the coins in my wallet to a 10-rupee note. It all began with the stipend from internship from which 3K went to Bihar Flood Relief Funds and I plan to continue spending around 10% of the cash I earn in charity. The best part in doing this is that people around me find the initial barrier broken and lend their helping hands too. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The answer to a question was found. On one hand, the Bihari &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;khoon&lt;/span&gt; was boiling to become an IAS and on the other was the corporate lure. As far as interest is concerned, both of them ignite huge passion to make a difference. Based on the impact I can create in the society through both the paths, the decision has been taken. There were interesting observations on the way, though. The amount of respect an IAS has is way more than one can get through the corporate sector. Though a Narayana Murthy can say otherwise. The cash pool of B-world is ready to provide a recession salary to a conFUSED bijli mistry like me which is more than that of the seniormost civil servants. Though the babus having a life under the table would have a different story in their black briefcase. One of the people I consulted showed me statistics that people of Bihar form the majority of IAS officers and went on to show published statistics that Kayasthas (I can't believe people still belive in caste system) form the majority of Bihari babus. Hence, he says, I have a really good chance. During any conversation, there are arguments which give you an instant impulse to counter them. And then there are those you don't even feel like farting on them. Anyway, perhaps the most inspiring babu is T N Sheshan and anyone who has seen or heard him is not going to meet a more powerful personality in her/his life. It is because of people like him who have completely changed the organization they laid their hands on that the system of civil services has its dignity and charm. No wonder it's so difficult to choose between Narayana Murthy and (Al)Sheshan to help determine the course the river of one's life takes. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those who helped me take this decision, I owe you. All those who predicted that the Bihari khoon will definitely go for IAS, sorry to disappoint you. But none of you knew that I was from Bihar until I told you and even now the claims of knowing the great Bihari dream don't seem to be too reliable.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-2184221517744955336?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/2184221517744955336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=2184221517744955336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/2184221517744955336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/2184221517744955336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-in-winter-vacations-work.html' title='All in a Winter Vacation&apos;s Work'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-1200435954916197764</id><published>2009-01-02T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T06:01:35.869-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><title type='text'>Train-Prem: From Chhuk-chhuk to Dhak-dhak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SV4dauHlk1I/AAAAAAAAAbg/2BXRm9LiLcQ/s1600-h/Southern_India_rail_ride.jpg_30365338743f512133800d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SV4dauHlk1I/AAAAAAAAAbg/2BXRm9LiLcQ/s400/Southern_India_rail_ride.jpg_30365338743f512133800d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286695357473198930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dec 9, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 hours in train begin the moment the railway staff delivers a fluffy pillow, two off-white bed-sheets and a warm blanket at the berth. And then 8 hours pass by. If you have had a night-out as is the case with me, 12 hours pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two idlis of the Chennai Central Sarvana Bhavan have long been assimilated and the rats have started playing baseball in my stomach. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tan tanan&lt;/span&gt;, it's time to fish through the reserved bank of six idlis packed by Sarvana again. My rumourpedia says that there is a particular frequency at which if the human body is shaken, it goes into deep sleep. With no beautiful girl around, the frequency of train's vibration matches my crash-frequency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning, 24 hours have got down at the earlier stations and only 16 more to go. A very good morning, there's a cute 18+ lying on the lower berth. Her parents are asleep on the two middle berths. I am put up on the upper berth opposite the girl's column of berths. The gentleman that I am, instead of looking at her unawares, I start thinking of a plan to catch her along with her parents when they wake up. This is an apt time for Wodehouse, I guess (guess because I haven't read Wodehouse yet; you can bump me now). After an hour of Wodehouse laughs which manifest through changes in exhaling patterns (from ha-ha to hee-hee to  huh-huh), I look through the corner of my eyes to check the girl. There she is - all awake, staring at me. It's quite easy for her in that position, lying flat on the back and looking almost straight up. For me, it's a bit of twisting my neck but as they say – no pain no gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is from Bhubaneshwar but her accent has a tint of Delhi as well and one can't classify her to a particular region based on language. I am about to say - Excuse me, could you please pass on the newspaper. Suddenly I have this feeling that something is not quite right here. I turn a bit left and the next scene is straight out of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aahat Part 3&lt;/span&gt;. There is another character in the plot who was doing God-knows-what till now and is giving a frosty-nose look to me. She, without a speck of doubt, is the Daadi Ma who is all set to change the course of the story. As far as my experience goes, you can cross the hurdle of any girl's parents through the pole of your JEE rank but Daadi Ma is a real tough nut. She doesn't know the 1,75,000 people who appeared in JEE. She needs to be totally convinced that you are a Ram and only then will you be able to get Sita. Sounds like a challenge and the game has become interesting now. I have two females staring at me, one for the very right and the other for the very wrong reason and I don't have the guts to look at either of them. Daadi Amma is trying her best to find in me the wicked young lover who first traps gullible girls into his prem-jaal and then runs away with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly fish out the other nice reads lined up for the journey, not to mention the 4 magazines I had bought at Chennai Central. All of them are piled up towards granny and then I sit facing her in a one-on-one battle. 8 hours elapse and the brave knight is either napping or reading. In this battle, even the soldiers who sleep in the runbhoomi are worshipped by prem-pujaris. But I have this strange feeling that the old lady is a Hitler. The devil would have rejected his son's application for succession the moment the old lady whispered to her son - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Radhika ko idhar bitha do, wahan upar ek ladka hai&lt;/span&gt;. She has no mercy for the guy who has not uttered a single word in the last 32 hours. All through this time, she's been constantly monitoring me. God favours the brave and the granny gets her piece of cake when her son buys her a bright yellow, red &amp;amp; green coloured book from an unauthorized similar-books-carrying vendor who later tries to sell me some pink books in the shady corner connecting two coaches, completely unaware of the amount of exposure an IITian has to such stuff. The Dadi Amma's book is entitled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ishwar ke saath Sawaal-Jawaab – Special edition in Q &amp;amp; A format&lt;/span&gt;. She kept saying no but her son was an iron-willed man. I could agree no more to whatever reasons he thought for her to read the book and spare me the dragon eyes. Although now I have the opportunity/luxury to look in better directions, I am in no mood to break my tapasya. The man of dignity is not scared of walking on fire. Finally, the destination is about to arrive in half an hour. I slowly move out with my big suitcase and small bag. No glance at her, absolutely. And then, the Hitler moves towards me and says - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kahan ghar hai tumhara, bete? Kahan padhte ho? Abhi aadha ghanta hai station aane mein. Aao yahan baith jaao.&lt;/span&gt; For those of you who haven't guessed it yet, 'yahan' is straight in front of the girl and I feel like hitting three goals in a row in the inter-wing footer match. Radhika is giving me strange looks, with a slight smile and bewildering eyes. I can't help but smile back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of any intro-wintro which would have resulted into a detailed account of IIT life, I start a conversation with Daadi Amma about spirituality, the softest part of any old woman. As I open my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gyaan ka pitara&lt;/span&gt;, granny starts raising her voice to strengthen her points and by now Radhika is laughing her head off while looking at the defeat of 'be a Ram/Sita' arguments she has been subjected to for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The station comes. I quietly leave with my big suitcase and small bag without even talking a word with a cute girl near my berth throughout the journey, for the first time in years. And there were days when any such girl used to spend her journey reading my poems and leading conversations which used to begin with IIT to proceed towards more interesting things, with nobody around interfering. After first year, I left using IIT or poetry in train-encounters-with-girls. IIT brings more attention than one needs and poetry, the song of my heart, is reserved for someone who turns out to be more special. But right now I am just wondering why I converted a journey which could have been full of conversations with a cute girl and her family, ending happily with her cell no, into a fundae session on Bhagwan Krishna and his Maya with a 60+ lady? May be I wasn't desparate enough, which is a shame for someone from IITM. May be sometimes it's the squeeze that matters more than the juice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-1200435954916197764?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/1200435954916197764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=1200435954916197764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/1200435954916197764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/1200435954916197764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2009/01/train-prem.html' title='Train-Prem: From Chhuk-chhuk to Dhak-dhak'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SV4dauHlk1I/AAAAAAAAAbg/2BXRm9LiLcQ/s72-c/Southern_India_rail_ride.jpg_30365338743f512133800d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-4178225682406483502</id><published>2009-01-01T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:47:29.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ishq-vishq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pyaar-vyaar'/><title type='text'>Cute Quote</title><content type='html'>सोच रहा हूँ तेरे इश्क में एक कविता लिख डालूं, श्रृंगार रस की नदियाँ बहा डालूं&lt;br /&gt;ठीक है बाबा, सुनाऊंगा नहीं, तुम ख़ुद ही पढ़ लेना&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-4178225682406483502?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/4178225682406483502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=4178225682406483502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/4178225682406483502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/4178225682406483502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2009/01/cute-quote.html' title='Cute Quote'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-2937192270590323148</id><published>2008-12-07T04:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T09:35:42.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>मंजिल या रस्ता</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;इस&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पहेली&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;सुलझते&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कितने&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ख्वाब&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;नज़रों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ख्वाहिश&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;पास&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आकर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;इतरा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रही&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;रास्ते&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कई&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सही&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;पत्थरों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;चादर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;से&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ढके&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;हैरानी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बस&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;इस&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बात&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;रास्तों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कोई&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;छोर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;नहीं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;कसूर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मेरा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;है&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;या&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रास्तों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;मंजिल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ने&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कब&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कह&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दिया&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;या&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मंजिल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मिलेगी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;या&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रास्ता&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;पर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रस्ते&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बिन&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मंजिल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कहां&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;सुनी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मन&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;करी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मन&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;बस&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मन&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;के&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रस्ते&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;चल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पड़ा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;कह&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रहा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;धीमे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;से&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मन, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;बढ़ा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कदम&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;रास्ता&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मंजिल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;है&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;मंजिल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;रास्ता&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—  &lt;br /&gt;I took the one,  &lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference.&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/24960317-2937192270590323148?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/2937192270590323148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=2937192270590323148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/2937192270590323148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/2937192270590323148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_07.html' title='मंजिल या रस्ता'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-8101290184403373469</id><published>2008-12-06T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:35:39.222-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ishq-vishq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pyaar-vyaar'/><title type='text'>Cute Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;दिल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दिमाग&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तुम&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तुम&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बस&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;गए&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हो&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;डरता&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हूँ,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;प्यार&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कहीं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बस&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span&gt;ड्राईवर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;न&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बन&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जाऊँ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-8101290184403373469?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/8101290184403373469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=8101290184403373469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8101290184403373469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8101290184403373469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/12/cute-quote_06.html' title='Cute Quote'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-4117067073831222554</id><published>2008-12-05T12:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:25:53.753-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orkut'/><title type='text'>Orkut Profile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apoorva Chandra: /@pu:rv ch@ndr/ noun&lt;br /&gt;Unprecedented moon, peerless, unparalleled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTech: Theory - Electrical Engineering&lt;br /&gt;     Practical - Arts&lt;br /&gt;     Inspiration - Management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IIT: A zoo where monkeys arrive to watch the Saturday show. Mr AC wrote for toilet papers, spoke with stage fright on various stages, acted in sick &amp;amp; perverted ways, read Nancy Friday, danced in front of hundreds like a true bathroom dancer, scored 2-20 during bisemly tests, did a shaktimaan and a doodhwala during ragging, got a sex-change operation to play the heroine of his own play, rose to fame when he was caught playing Sita in Freshie Nite, saved some asses from Chandysaurus Deanex, got slapped in front of the whole institute for his poor acting and got bumped in his only interview as well as GD - all this just to please the monkeys. FINALly, he landed up in the F! cell which is his final chance to get out of the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Outside the zoo, the species hitting (on) you for being able to be locked up in the zoo. The Mr Happy that you're for having something so hot near you, you end up being Mr Loser (detailed account of incidents to be revealed if you manage to get me drunk, which is not quite easy, albeit some daredevils did succeed once upon a time). Inside the zoo, the species you think are missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Law of the Jungle: All species are male. The zoo administration is gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feedback: SHUT UP JACKASS! F!ng F!nal YEAR SHITHEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy rights xxxx&lt;br /&gt;Advanced Learner's IITMictionary&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's so nice&lt;br /&gt;And I am wise (WTF!)&lt;br /&gt;Fun at its peak&lt;br /&gt;What else do I seek&lt;br /&gt;Still I feel&lt;br /&gt;A pulse of zeal&lt;br /&gt;Just do it the way&lt;br /&gt;For come what may&lt;br /&gt;I'll move ahead...  (chal chal aage badh, hawa aane de)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-4117067073831222554?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/4117067073831222554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=4117067073831222554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/4117067073831222554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/4117067073831222554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/12/orkut-profile_05.html' title='Orkut Profile'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-8392133513149457757</id><published>2008-12-05T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T02:40:57.991-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ishq-vishq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pyaar-vyaar'/><title type='text'>Cute Quote</title><content type='html'>कौन कम्बख्त कहता है प्यार में गम है&lt;br /&gt;हम तो कब से उससे चिपकने की कोशिश कर रहे हैं, चिपकती ही नहीं है&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-8392133513149457757?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/8392133513149457757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=8392133513149457757' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8392133513149457757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8392133513149457757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/12/cute-quote.html' title='Cute Quote'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-8857387409581181501</id><published>2008-12-04T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T10:01:16.124-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='placement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IIT'/><title type='text'>:P</title><content type='html'>Where the dreams sail across meltdowns;&lt;br /&gt;Where the gaze is firm and confident;&lt;br /&gt;Where the wings are laughing at PJs;&lt;br /&gt;Where the shirts have Saarang written over them;&lt;br /&gt;Where the men regard each other as gods;&lt;br /&gt;Where the terms are dictated not received;&lt;br /&gt;Where the world awaits the change to be brought by each one -&lt;br /&gt;Into that heaven of freedom, my father, let my IIT awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-8857387409581181501?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/8857387409581181501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=8857387409581181501' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8857387409581181501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8857387409581181501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=':P'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-6827255382605780030</id><published>2008-12-03T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:32:29.535-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subprime crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='placement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IIT'/><title type='text'>Place Meant For</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quit, it says. I can't eat into anyone's job, not at a time like this, not when I stand to gain a little and someone might lose so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimism is the key. It's a storm out there. Everyone's caught. Get a place to hide in. Strike when the sunshine arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's got numerous bus stops, like the DTC ones. Get off the bus you took just to escape the rains at one of these. A bit of quick running and a fine jump will take you aboard the bus of your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IITians need not worry about weather fluctuations. We create our destiny ourselves, through vision, perseverance and sheer courage. All those night-outs before end-sems and quizzes have been nothing less than climbing a mountain in a day. We are tough people and can survive anything. It's a fresh start. Let the race begin, again, to find the place we are meant for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-6827255382605780030?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/6827255382605780030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=6827255382605780030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/6827255382605780030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/6827255382605780030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/12/place-meant-for.html' title='Place Meant For'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-5012897678529088902</id><published>2008-11-26T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T02:35:58.022-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desire'/><title type='text'>Pursuit of ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SS2B0iYGVDI/AAAAAAAAAbA/dh3KsL9Der4/s1600-h/__forbidden_fruit___by_lolita_art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SS2B0iYGVDI/AAAAAAAAAbA/dh3KsL9Der4/s400/__forbidden_fruit___by_lolita_art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273013478301783090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;One desire,&lt;br /&gt;One at a time.&lt;br /&gt;I desire,&lt;br /&gt;Desire knows no time.&lt;br /&gt;A desire in time,&lt;br /&gt;A time of desire;&lt;br /&gt;What is life,&lt;br /&gt;Sans time sans desire?&lt;br /&gt;Desire to live,&lt;br /&gt;Desire to smile,&lt;br /&gt;Desire to stop by and smell the flower.&lt;br /&gt;Let the time come.&lt;br /&gt;Let them all desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desire of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Free of comma.&lt;br /&gt;Free of full-stop&lt;br /&gt;Free of con.ti.nu.it.y.&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate desire,&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate freedom -&lt;br /&gt;Desire to be free of desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--mstheme--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:book antiqua,times new roman,times;"&gt;हजारों ख्वाहिशें ऐसी कि हर ख्वाहिश पे दम निकले&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:book antiqua,times new roman,times;"&gt;   बहुत निकले मेरे अरमान, लेकिन फिर भी कम निकले&lt;!--mstheme--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-5012897678529088902?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/5012897678529088902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=5012897678529088902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/5012897678529088902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/5012897678529088902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/11/pursuit-of.html' title='Pursuit of ?'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SS2B0iYGVDI/AAAAAAAAAbA/dh3KsL9Der4/s72-c/__forbidden_fruit___by_lolita_art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-3029039429214265056</id><published>2008-11-16T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T06:19:58.661-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hindi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>लालाजी</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;एक&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;थे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;प्यारे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;लालाजी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;पहनते&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;थे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;वह&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पजामा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;शान&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;से&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;निकलते&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;पैदल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;गाड़ी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सवार&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;होके&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;नयनों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;चश्मा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;कुर्ता&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कभी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;नहीं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;अपना&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;तोंद&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;व्यास&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;था&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पचपन&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;के&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पास&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;उनकी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मूँछ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;लगती&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;गाय&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पूंछ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;सर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;चांद&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;यूं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;चमकायें&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;करवा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;चौथ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;व्रत&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पूरा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जाए&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ज्यों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सड़क&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कदम&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रखते&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;पतली&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;गली&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;के&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कुत्ते&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पकड़&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;लेते&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;केले&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;के&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;छिलकों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;गिरते&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span&gt;फिसलते&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;बचते&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बचाते&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दुकान&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पहुँचते&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;लाला&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दुकान&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;नीची&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दुकान&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;फीके&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पकवान&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;आटे&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span&gt;दाल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;भाव&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;भगा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;देता&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;था&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;उल्टे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पांव&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't remember the rest of the lines.&lt;br /&gt;One of my first poems, written in class 8th.&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/24960317-3029039429214265056?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/3029039429214265056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=3029039429214265056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3029039429214265056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3029039429214265056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_16.html' title='लालाजी'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-2438157263773572820</id><published>2008-11-15T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:11:07.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IIT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>DhaiAakharPremKa 120 (with revision of important concepts taught earlier)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you, Mario! But our princess is in another castle!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;There you go. Either the croc-demon has planted seven clones of the princess to keep you busy while he is having all the dance-drama-party with the real princess or he is the psycho next door who collects princesses and locks them up inside white-stoned fire-under-bridge type castles guarded by his crooked croc-bros. In all humility, the question is why is Mario doing all this? Is he a Goku or a Bruce Lee who fights because he has nothing else to do? Or is he a happy-go-lucky it's-all- about-money-honey Uncle Scrooge who is just going on and on in his expeditions collecting golden dollars by smashing his head into bricks while saying hello to all those deadly horrendous ducks and squash-my-dumb-head villains? The point is, one can't rule out a hidden part of the story which could be – Mario loves the princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;As shocking as it might seem to be, a rational analysis would help in coming to the above conclusion. What are the odds of Mario surviving all the eight stages without jumping into those ditches separated by strips as thin as Bhaand's hairline? And if by his mother's blessings, he manages to cross them, facing those monkeys who have stolen Mowgli's boomerangs  is riskier than investing with Layman Bros. With his life at stake, the only reason to drive Mario into the behind of the devil can be nothing but true love. And it is true love which forms the basis of the marketing strategy of Mario Bros. A quick question would be what is true love? Has anyone seen it? Yes, there is motherly love, fatherly love, brotherly, sisterly, friendly, just-friends-ly, chuddy-buddy-ly and the other kind of love which is beyond the scope of engineers and is better left for biologists to research upon. But if a Mario stages so much fight for such loves, would he still remain the cool dude that he is? Let's not kid ourselves. Even a Balayya or a Mithun would jump off a ten-storeyed building for such loves. But only Mario reserves his knighthood and fighting prowess solely for his love-life.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;The crux of the matter is - what matters in a boy's life, ultimately, is what girls want. Doesn't every girl dream of a knight riding a white horse with a torn Zorro/Baazigar-type mask on his face coming at 90 km/hr but caught in a slow motion of 20 km/hr (or is it the other way?) to rescue her from the castle of a Mogambo? It is just to fulfill this dream that some of our epics were written and so were the rest of the rescue-the-girl stories. What does all this have to do with an average IITian? Let's analyze the problem in detail. The only love our man gets is from mom which is quite evident from the tears which trickle down his cheek every time he listens to the Maa song of Taare Zameen Par or every time he puts that piece of chapati of CR M1 into his mouth.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;All of a sudden, somebody up there gets kinder and then arrive (MA) girls in the campus. Our man, who has always been attending classes just to ensure that he surpasses that 74.9% attendance mark through cooperation and team-work, gets interested in not just attending classes but occupying certain meticulously selected seats half an hour before the HS class begins. Suddenly, he starts demanding for more pocket money and his parents can not be happier for he has been wearing those two sets of Shaastra T-shirts and jeans for the last three years. Every day a small cup of coffee to get the license to stay and hours of lovely exchange of emotions in CCD become a daily norm. Love's in the air. But is it true love? Is there a test for true love? Going back to the basics, she wants to be rescued from a Mogambo's castle by a Zorro/Baazigar riding a white horse like the Highwayman, remember? Now, unless and until that happens, sorry, but it ain't possible to have true love. So, all the love-birds chirping in the jungle can either accept the temporary nature of their love or the brave ones can start looking for a Mogambo who can abduct their beloved in a castle which is not too tough to break into. May the force be with you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brought to you by www.GyaanBaatoRe.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-2438157263773572820?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/2438157263773572820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=2438157263773572820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/2438157263773572820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/2438157263773572820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/11/loveguru-discourse-no-2-with-revision.html' title='DhaiAakharPremKa 120 (with revision of important concepts taught earlier)'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-5442046260537570302</id><published>2008-11-12T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T07:17:41.952-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introspection'/><title type='text'>?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Very rarely do i get so restless. Perhaps after years. Don't know where to go, what to do. One plain question and it has just stirred me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background: All through my childhood, i fancy of becoming an army man one day. Firing bullets from behind the dressing table with my brand new machine gun manufactured by none other than Leo Toys, i have a feeling that i can single-handedly tackle all those soldiers, tanks, and aircrafts, much similar to the ones displayed in Shaastra.&lt;br /&gt;Then comes adolescence and comes along the lure of paisa. I start dreaming of opening some firms and having a pool of gold coins to swim (DD Metro 6 pm: DuckTales). Then everyone, damn everyone around me starts singing IIT hymns and a myth that an IIT hallmark is the entry ticket for joining the circus of the most intelligent of the most intelligent species on the planet catches me. The confident guy that i am, i think i am built for IIT (or the other way). JEE happens. With all those saas-bahu operas of Ekta Kapoor, no blessings of any Bansal and no determination to complete H C Verma, i miss the cut-off. As they say, uparwala jo bhi karta hai achhe ke liye hi karta hai and i join FIITJEE with a lesson in mind that you gotta put some ass in the mill to get the meat out. JEE happens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elec @ IITM: It is one of those feelings which come when you have a feeling that you are laughing for the wrong reasons. With no clue of or care for what lies ahead, for the first few months, i have fun in life. And the amount of fun it is, all i can say is i can't handle any more.&lt;br /&gt;But something gets completely changed all this while. Somewhere, i don't know where, a sense of satisfaction comes into existence. Now satisfaction is one big word. I become generally happy in life and all of a sudden, my needs of becoming a billionaire lose air. It just becomes too small a motivation to own palatial houses and drive all kinds of Mercs and even a small contribution to making a few people's life better seems worth much more. I think i have some clue that not all are enjoying a raise in their living standards with India shining and this is what bugs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question: After a few years, what do i want to say when someone asks me what do you do? There are some clues to the riddle which come when i ask myself what makes me happy. But it becomes really dark after reaching the last stage of the game where there are two ways out. There is this corporate world full of glamour and money with opportunities to grow and satisfy those management and leadership urges in the global b-arena. And then there is this administration job of an IAS which gives you authority and capability to bring about a change in the lives of people who need it the most. Only industrialization can transform an impoverished society like ours and govt. administration has an important part to play(or better yet, not to play). Putting bluntly, corporate world is the key to a Ramraj and administration is the bottleneck. What i haven't figured out yet is - where do i fit in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-5442046260537570302?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/5442046260537570302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=5442046260537570302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/5442046260537570302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/5442046260537570302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_12.html' title='?!'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-331318334624371537</id><published>2008-11-08T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T04:42:40.628-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaane Bhi Do Yaaron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>जाने भी दो यारों, मगर कैसे?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SRbZ9k4GO8I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/QLKwl9wd9u0/s1600-h/IMG_0494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SRbZ9k4GO8I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/QLKwl9wd9u0/s400/IMG_0494.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266636466150587330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;वो&lt;/span&gt; subtitles की editing&lt;br /&gt;वो घटिया विडियो quality&lt;br /&gt;वो बीस अदाकारों की फिक्सिंग&lt;br /&gt;वो डिमेलो की ऑडिशन&lt;br /&gt;कहते हैं सब,  जाने भी दो&lt;br /&gt;मगर कैसे?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;वो &lt;span&gt;आईटम &lt;/span&gt;का मौक कैट&lt;br /&gt;वो लाइटर के पिद्दी जोक&lt;br /&gt;वो सादे पन्ने छापता फोटो स्टैट&lt;br /&gt;वो स्क्रिप्ट की मिस्सिंग लाइन्स&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;कहते&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सब&lt;/span&gt;,  जाने भी दो&lt;br /&gt;मगर कैसे?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;वो वर्क डन की मेमोरी&lt;br /&gt;वो जुगा की peeing practice&lt;br /&gt;वो शॉर्ट फ़िल्म की स्टोरी&lt;br /&gt;वो १० जीबी की मानसा&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;कहते&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सब&lt;/span&gt;,  जाने भी दो&lt;br /&gt;मगर कैसे?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;वो नम्पू की म्यूजिक&lt;br /&gt;वो साइड प्रो की प्रोडक्शन&lt;br /&gt;वो आयूष की बॉम्बे ट्रिप&lt;br /&gt;वो माँ का busy फ़ोन&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;कहते&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सब&lt;/span&gt;,  जाने भी दो&lt;br /&gt;मगर कैसे?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;वो कॉमन रूम का फूटर मैच&lt;br /&gt;वो रौनक के चलने का स्टाइल&lt;br /&gt;वो ऑलरेडी बुक्ड एम ए बैच&lt;br /&gt;वो कॉन्डम की औरकुट डेटिंग&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;कहते&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सब&lt;/span&gt;,  जाने भी दो&lt;br /&gt;मगर कैसे?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;वो १९८० के हिन्दी पी जे&lt;br /&gt;वो मैक्स पी की एक्टिंग&lt;br /&gt;वो हम होंगे कामयाब ड़ी जे&lt;br /&gt;वो नौडी की स्वीट वॉयस&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;कहते&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सब&lt;/span&gt;,  जाने भी दो&lt;br /&gt;मगर कैसे?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;वो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रसीले&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;एन्थु&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span&gt;ट्रेनिंग&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;वो जुगे की ब्लैंक ऍक्स्प्रॅशन&lt;br /&gt;वो सरिया की न्यूज़ रीडिंग&lt;br /&gt;वो अधूरे कास्ट की प्रैक्टिस&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;कहते&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सब&lt;/span&gt;,  जाने भी दो&lt;br /&gt;मगर कैसे?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;वो मेरी फालतू एडेप्टेशन-डायरेक्शन&lt;br /&gt;वो लक्ष्मीबाई के &lt;span&gt;चांटे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;चांटे &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;चांटे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;वो पांचों अँगुलियों की प्रोजेक्शन&lt;br /&gt;वो दिन में दिखते तारे&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;कहते&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सब&lt;/span&gt;,  जाने भी दो&lt;br /&gt;मगर कैसे?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those who have been a part of this real life drama will always remain an integral part of my life. All those moments of laughter, confidence, humiliation, dreams, naps, slaps - I shall cherish forever. Thanks for making my IIT life so memorable, so emotional, so fun-filled and so spirited.&lt;br /&gt;Victory and defeat keep coming turn by turn. But the moments we lived together are here to stay in my heart. Love for the hostel, love for friends, love for team-mates, love for a sincere effort, love for a dream, love for trying out something new and unexplored, love for the cats,  love for MA jokes - all in a play's work. Is it true love? Surely, you're joking Mother Teresa!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-331318334624371537?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/331318334624371537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=331318334624371537' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/331318334624371537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/331318334624371537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='जाने भी दो यारों, मगर कैसे?'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/SRbZ9k4GO8I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/QLKwl9wd9u0/s72-c/IMG_0494.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-8177595905921534097</id><published>2008-11-07T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:19:40.099-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IIT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>DhaiAakharPremKa 110</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!--   @page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Against: True Love is a Farce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;To have common standards, I consider the wikipedia definition of love i.e. emotions and experiences related to a sense of strong affection.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, my assumption about true love is as follows: true love is love that exists till at least as long as the people involved live.It doesn't need to be a two-way traffic. True love can exist only in one heart without the object of love reciprocating it. I don't consider love of an object or a goal to be true love because as soon as one achieves the desired object or goal, there is a discontinuity in love.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;Now let's not look at stories of Jehangir-NoorJahan or Romeo-Juliet or Ducky-Size for true love. They are far too melodramatic, exaggerated and blown out of proportion, besides I don't have the statistics about how often or to what dimensions they are blown. But the evidence I have is none other but your mother. No matter how dastardly and bastardly mistakes you commit in your life, you are still loved by your mother till life permits. Let me submit to the house that true love not just exists but empowers those who experience it. How many of you have seen Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham? If Hrithik Roshan can hit a six by remembering  Abhishek Bachchan's parents, imagine what all you can do by remembering your own parents? CAT aspirants, are you listening?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;My partner mentioned that even if your mother had some chunnu-munnu instead of you, she would have loved him as much as she loves you. And it just doesn't matter who the mother is or who the son is. Let's analyze the problem in detail. Let's say we have a mother-exchange having n mothers and a daughter exchange having n daughters (I'm a feminist you know) and one daughter maps to one mother and vice-versa. So how many permutations are possible? Factorial n? MA junta, correct me if I'm wrong. So in all those factorial n arrangements, mothers truly love their daughters. So, the point is, this whole fuss about mother exchanges and daughter exchanges is just Maya. Remember all the world's a stage? Somebody up there is playing games with you you know and in all those games you are a subject or object of true love. So we just proved that true love is not a farce, it is a force that exists in all the events which the Holy dice results in.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;With the MA program's induction, love's already in the air. The only challenge is can you make that love stand out as true love? May the force be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;Conclusion: All my co-speakers who feel that true love is a farce can feel free to dial home and talk to  mommy about true love. She will have all the answers to your complaints about her love not being true. And if you are fortunate enough, even your father, brother and sister should be able to pacify you. For those of you who are still whining, there is the Guidance &amp;amp; Counselling Unit of IIT Madras. We can get you some professional help as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brought to you by www.GyaanBaatoRe.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. Life's all about learning and I've learnt recently that if a joke hurts some just to make others laugh who will anyway laugh on even worse jokes, something's wrong. If anyone is hurt even slightly because of any of the PJs, please let me know. I shall ensure that there are no more pinching jokes not just from me, but from people around me as well. Although I try my best to have healthy humour in whatever rare cases I have a sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-8177595905921534097?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/8177595905921534097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=8177595905921534097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8177595905921534097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8177595905921534097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/11/against-true-love-is-farce.html' title='DhaiAakharPremKa 110'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-8751616072183413450</id><published>2008-09-25T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:16:11.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>One of the most beautiful things I've come across recently &lt;a href="http://www.jaagore.com/main.php"&gt;http://www.jaagore.com/main.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-8751616072183413450?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/8751616072183413450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=8751616072183413450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8751616072183413450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8751616072183413450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/09/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-8377061333353416253</id><published>2008-09-25T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:31:19.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOI Front Page</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apropos &lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Cities/Chennai/Chillax_Youre_at_the_insti/articleshow/3524622.cms"&gt;"Chillax! You're at the insti"&lt;/a&gt;, it is indeed baffling to see an article on a topic like this on the front page of the esteemed TOI. In times when the whole nation is alert with an anti-terror helpline and children are being inspired by the death-defying and death-embracing feats of our brave cops, who in the whole city can be interested in knowing what dialect some geeks at Adyar use to communicate with each other, unless it is some form of obfuscated secret code that some anti-terrorist squad disguised as IITians uses to track the crime incidents in the city? The power of the front page lies in reporting news that awaken the readers. A trend or lifestyle article capturing a few hundreds of students which does not affect the rest of the city or the country in any way can rest in peace in the rest of the pages. A bunch of IITians is no substitute for page 3 celebrities that often land up on the first page too. It's an embarrassing comparison, perhaps, both ways. If the readers like to see a mixed bag on the front page, there are other promising initiatives going on in the green land of the geeks which they find worth pursuing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Someone at the insti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-8377061333353416253?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/8377061333353416253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=8377061333353416253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8377061333353416253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8377061333353416253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/09/toi-front-page.html' title='TOI Front Page'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-6713840073926932738</id><published>2008-09-19T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:19:21.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesternight's GTalk Status</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;काली रात की कशिश&lt;br /&gt;कवि की कल्पना&lt;br /&gt;कहीं स्ट्रीटलाईट की चकाचौंध&lt;br /&gt;कहीं कलियों का सपना&lt;br /&gt;क्यूं बंद नहीं होता&lt;br /&gt;पलकों का झपकना&lt;br /&gt;कम्बख्त नींद नहीं आती&lt;br /&gt;क्या कोई जाग रहा अपना &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            - कबूतर-कबूतरी-कवितायें@टाईमपास.कॉम&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-6713840073926932738?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/6713840073926932738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=6713840073926932738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/6713840073926932738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/6713840073926932738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesternights-gtalk-status.html' title='Yesternight&apos;s GTalk Status'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-6783931371246065994</id><published>2008-06-17T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T00:12:14.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol is not my cup of tea. No, I don't drink tea either.&lt;/blockquote&gt;- VIRGINEER TO HIMSELF IN A PUB. HE CAME HE SAW THE MENU PRICES HE RAN AWAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-6783931371246065994?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/6783931371246065994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=6783931371246065994' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/6783931371246065994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/6783931371246065994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/06/cute-quote.html' title='Cute Quote'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-8869874244046318928</id><published>2008-05-27T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:32:01.547-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><title type='text'>Feel Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two years of investment and I have got that feeling of being able to think creatively on the sands of leadership and management. More specifically, I have focussed on personal management, team management, and leadership, both by example and by HR tools. The learning process involved reading the best stories and applying some of the best practices with new toppings. Recently, for the first time, I could get tasks done by a team instead of ending up doing myself. Throughout  the thinking process till now, I have been  following some  principles that emanate right from the heart. Gut needs trust to thrive and so I believe in those unproved clouds of thoughts. Yesterday, I came across a wonderful bestseller and the book had it all the same. It just cut open my core and showed me how to value it more. It's called 'Seven Habits of Highly Effective People'. Highly recommended. The first spark of thought on reading the masterpiece is that the right path is indeed the right one. And then there is a whole series of sparks which, when connected together, form a lightning of effective living. That lightning brings all the wishes to life. Oh, btw, the right path is the one that one's mind chooses in conformity with one's conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading a book can be a different experience when your experience levels are different. I believe there are right times to read a book similar to the sayings that mean there are right times to do the right things or right things happen at the right time. Had I read this book two year ago, I would have slept in the first ten pages. But now every statement reminds me of something that has happened already and I can relate the habits perfectly to life. Now I know why an MBA needs prior work experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-8869874244046318928?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/8869874244046318928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=8869874244046318928' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8869874244046318928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8869874244046318928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/05/feel-good.html' title='Feel Good'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-4402245643700942084</id><published>2008-05-12T02:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:35:51.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>Someone Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is Twelfth of May and it is no big deal. It's not because nobody great was born or shot today. Remember, for once, remember for all, the Eighth of May and forget only to remember it again for today I shall introduce to you someone so special that you just can't imagine your life without him. Let him go out of your days and nights and one-third of your life is just an internship in graveyard. Ladies and men (you don't have to be gentle do you?), I feel immense pleasure in presenting to you the most creative geniuses of all times - Mr Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself who is the most intimate person in your life with whom you have shared your bed and I bet it has to be Mr Dream. Ask yourself who has been entertaining you since the beginning of the show called life with new and captivating plots of various genres including drama, horror, thriller, romance, fantasy and what not and it is him. Ask me who is the single most proven source of all inventions and innovations by mankind and I shall quickly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;google&lt;/span&gt; it up to tell you that it is Mr Dream. So, with due respect and gratitude, I invite Mr Dream to say a couple of words before you. It is a gentle reminder to all the readers to switch off their cellphones, close any pop-up windows and remember that today is the Eighth of May. And now, the man says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr Dream:&lt;/span&gt; Hi there. Seems to be quite a lot of time since we met the last time, almost 7-8 hours for the early risers. I am a really shy person and hence meet you all individually in total privacy and not as a matter of any policy as such. I was wondering what to talk about today before our regular meeting at night when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Virgineer&lt;/span&gt; contacted me and finally I stumbled upon an emotion of gratitude. I don't know how you will take this but yes I do play dice everyday before meeting you to decide about the kind of emotion to be depicted in your nightmares. So, it is gratitude for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      I would like to thank all those who made this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soporific&lt;/span&gt; regime of mine possible and contributed in any way to increasing my fan-following. First up, I surely owe to all the teachers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;professors across the world&lt;/span&gt;. Cheers people, you have made me what I am today. Even the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;insomniacs&lt;/span&gt; of the third degree find peace during your lectures. Thanks a ton. Next, I would like to thank the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Governments&lt;/span&gt; of all the countries of the world. Three cheers for all the Presidents, Ministers and Governors who have been behind the erection of Public Sector and Government Offices. It seems more like a sleep hospital during the day and the amount of medical research that has been behind it must be praised. The idea that one can get the best of naps only during duty-time is simply a crack. Last and the least, I sincerely thank all the politicians, public-speakers and test-cricket organizers who have contributed immensely to the sleeping activities of people through the ultimate tool of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By this time, most of you would have already started dreaming. For those of you who haven't, I've more. The art of dreaming doesn't just lie in surrendering yourself on the bed. It is guided by your aspirations, fantasies as well as impressions of your life on your mind. The suggestion from my side is - dream big and dream long. Not for your sake but mine. If possible, convert your dream into reality for the real world to fantasize even more, else you can accomplish it all in my virtual world anyway. By the way, I'm trying these days to merge the two dimensions and let you dream while you are conscious. The project is aptly known as &lt;a href="http://www.secondlife.com/"&gt;Second Life&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-4402245643700942084?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/4402245643700942084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=4402245643700942084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/4402245643700942084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/4402245643700942084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/05/someone-special_12.html' title='Someone Special'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-7386766822660064016</id><published>2008-04-06T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T01:46:39.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tapti'/><title type='text'>Tapti Nite 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/R_iNCNGByJI/AAAAAAAAANc/mTFJhG8kmPY/s1600-h/Front_final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/R_iNCNGByJI/AAAAAAAAANc/mTFJhG8kmPY/s400/Front_final.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186050039931324562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/R_iMstGByII/AAAAAAAAANU/qsiu_ceBri4/s1600-h/Back_nearly_final+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/R_iMstGByII/AAAAAAAAANU/qsiu_ceBri4/s400/Back_nearly_final+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186049670564137090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-7386766822660064016?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/7386766822660064016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=7386766822660064016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/7386766822660064016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/7386766822660064016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/04/tapti-nite-2008.html' title='Tapti Nite 2008'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/R_iNCNGByJI/AAAAAAAAANc/mTFJhG8kmPY/s72-c/Front_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-6357790707878059229</id><published>2008-04-03T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:36:51.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KI Workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KnowInnovation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='innovation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TFE'/><title type='text'>Koffee with Kreativity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is creativity?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="Section1"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sitting in a state of the art conference room flooded with white light and surrounded by one of the most creative minds of the IIT Madras illuminati, including the learners and the learned, the passing outs and the passed outs, and veterans of technical and literary orientations, I was posed the above question. I picked up one of the wonderful toys deliberately kept on my table and started playing with it. It was a four-inch wide paper roll stuck on a stick which grew to four feet every time I jerked it. I was aiming at the specs of my teammate. &lt;span class="IntenseQuoteChar"&gt;The word creativity was flying in my mind like a bee foraging for nectar. I was wondering if this process of coming up with the definition of creativity itself could be termed as creativity.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a rigorous brainstorming session, my team stumbled upon a juncture with a whole chart paper of notions and emotions concerning creativity. It was more than 50 minutes already. Tim &amp;amp; Andy, the instructors of Know!nnovation, rang the bell and called for a definition from each team.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/R_zYbdGByKI/AAAAAAAAANk/5D-xzyMzuOM/s1600-h/1220_house_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/R_zYbdGByKI/AAAAAAAAANk/5D-xzyMzuOM/s400/1220_house_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187258837001947298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First up was the team of the Profs, followed by &lt;i style=""&gt;Prof’s &lt;/i&gt;team. The team of Professors came up with so exhaustive a definition that I witnessed the realization of how the Nobel Prize jury had felt when Einstein released his paper on relativity. None of those present had a clue. But all clapped in unison. What followed was a captivating performance on the platform by the next team and this was what they presented as their definition – ooh, aah, aaee, &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;gwazf,&lt;/span&gt;, some body twists and unseen expressions. My turn arrived and I read from the chart paper – Creativity is the art of churning your pool of thoughts and siphoning-off the cream. Innovation is applying that cream on a cake. &lt;span class="IntenseQuoteChar"&gt;Poor me - for vague reasons, I was asked to repeat my definition twice for the audience to find it digestible. Perhaps nobody cared to think beyond once cream and cake were served.&lt;/span&gt; Thought for food, you see. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The KI workshop went on for 4 days and after all the prescribed dosages of fun, the best part of the exhilarating experience wasn’t the official ticket to escape from the MOSFETs &amp;amp; BJTs any more. Initially, it was the transition from daily classroom pilgrimage of soporific activities to appreciating my consciousness which was unbelievably working in the wee hours of morning. Within two tea-breaks offered to let our delicate minds relax, most of us could realize that the next few days were going to be very different from how we had expected our stay in IITM to continue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/R_zYv9GByLI/AAAAAAAAANs/EvmuvrTY8CE/s1600-h/invnts1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/R_zYv9GByLI/AAAAAAAAANs/EvmuvrTY8CE/s400/invnts1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187259189189265586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:f&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;v:shape id="Picture_x0020_1" spid="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="width: 175.5pt; height: 187.5pt; visibility: visible;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAC%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_image001.png" title=""&gt; &lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:formulas&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoIntenseEmphasis"&gt;The two keywords of the sessions were ‘Diverge’ &amp;amp; ‘WIBNI’.&lt;/span&gt; To quote Andy - when you diverge, you defer judgment. For us, it meant that we were free to bring any idea from mind to mouth without stopping for brain. By the time we were introduced to WIBNI, we were already proficient in making up sentences like Wouldn’t It Be Nice If… our classrooms have bean bags. WIBNI we can speak better English than the Tarams Cycle Repair guy. WIBNI Guru serves Maggi within two minutes. WIBNI Pacino comes and whistles at my speech. WIBNI BTPs &amp;amp; DDPs are written by Profs and guided by us. And the much shared vision – WIBNI NIFT &amp;amp; IIT have the same campus. The best part of the Creative Problem Solving workshop was the demonstration of how free thinking and free sharing of thoughts can do wonders for any team playing, read working, together. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A team is like an orchestra. Every instrument lets the other know what it is doing, and they do it in sync. An intriguing question posed in the workshop was – What makes you creative? Prompt answers - Bright light, toys, music, yoga, meditation, friends as teammates, freedom, empty space, open space, nature, inspiring quotes, innovative objects, bog, and sex (could be with oneself).The complimentary question was – What deters you from being creative? Instant replies – Google, Google &amp;amp; more of it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;v:shape id="Picture_x0020_5" spid="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" style="width: 3in; height: 156.75pt; visibility: visible;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAC%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_image002.jpg" title="1220_house"&gt; &lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s try a hand of creativity at writing. Say, we are confronted with a question like this - &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Q. What qualities are essential to be a good trainer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One line of thinking is to break the word into pieces and try to have some pun in life. The other may be to map an altogether different world to the given realm. Say, we break the word &lt;i style=""&gt;trainer&lt;/i&gt; to get &lt;i style=""&gt;train&lt;/i&gt;. And the world to be mapped is a kitchen. Here we go – &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 5pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A good trainer, apart from being well-versed in the subject of training, needs to be affable and amicable. He should be able to connect with his trainees and maintain a spontaneous flow of his knowledge and experience while exhibiting patience and exuberance. Given all the above ingredients, the dish appears to be perfectly cooked and served hot. Taste it and you will instantly yell, “Where’s the goddamn salt?" That salt is wit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good trainer is like a train. He needs to come to halt where his trainees don't understand. He should end the day's journey when the trainees are exhausted. He needs to work at the right pace in accordance with the grasping speed of the trainees. He must blow the whistle as and when needed to enforce discipline. Like a good train, a good trainer is punctual, and takes the passengers to the destination safely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good trainer is always open to feedback and changes his way of teaching accordingly. Teaching is an art and a good trainer understands that art is not just a dry means of communication but an expression in style, often pleasant and interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/R_zZAdGByMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/u5Qo_-PqvXY/s1600-h/butter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/R_zZAdGByMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/u5Qo_-PqvXY/s400/butter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187259472657107138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On a personal note, creativity is something which you do for yourself; it’s like your hobby which rejuvenates you. After all the storms in your brain, the spasm ends up in some sort of orgasm. On the contrary, innovation refers to something feasible, sellable, marketable, applicable, or tangible. Creativity &amp;amp; innovation share the same knot as idea &amp;amp; product. Innovation is for others to take away. It’s completely for the masses, those at the receiver’s end. Innovation yields something in kind. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The researchers of these fields have devised quite exhaustive theories and friendly processes &amp;amp; tools such as CPS, TRIZ, SCAMPER, SIMPLEX, 4Ws &amp;amp; H, ASIT, MIND MAPPING, BRAINSTORMING, and the list goes on. The idea is to identify the one that suits your team and adapt it to your weather conditions instead of adapting your team according to a standardized process for creativity has personal preferences and varies quite a lot with individuals. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The atheists (including me) would argue - Man cannot create but just discover and the Universe has only one creative force, the divine one. The fact remains that it doesn’t even matter. Whoever created it, the person who brings it in front of the masses is the one who is worshipped and is the one who is crowned ‘creator’. &lt;i style=""&gt;Bon Creati-vetti!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-6357790707878059229?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/6357790707878059229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=6357790707878059229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/6357790707878059229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/6357790707878059229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/04/koffee-with-kreativity.html' title='Koffee with Kreativity'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/R_zYbdGByKI/AAAAAAAAANk/5D-xzyMzuOM/s72-c/1220_house_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-6582804222962383757</id><published>2008-03-21T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:29:49.163-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarcasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><title type='text'>Holi kab hai, kab hai Holi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate Holi. Seriously. What is Holi? Isn't it a mere reason to lose the monotony of the colour of your skin, the same skin that marks your identity - black, brown, white (in alphabetical order, albeit any palpable bias is not deeply regretted) or anywhere in between. The colour of your skin  can make you a teeth-and-eye-guy, a tree-trunk, a tubelight or, in some cases, even a God (ref: Hindu Mythology). May I take this opportunity to submit that it's the same attribute of your personality which has won races around the world known by different names like 'Formula A for Apartheid' , 'Tubelight  Burden of Fight Club &amp;amp; Rude yard fame' and 'Gehuan the wheatish complexion - a  mystery en route'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back. Holi. Why Holi? What in the world can be a justification for the humongous amount of dye, paint, grease, mud, cow-dung, other forms of shit, tap-water, tank-water, hand-pump water, well-water, tub-water, bucket-water, rain-water(try spending Holi in Chennai), drain-water, and all other variants of the colourful and the colourless being wasted on a mortal human? Isn't it a mockery of the serious research going on in the Chemistry Labs of IIT Madras (ref:Bhaand) that one-mile-long-molecular-formula-chemicals are being used just for fun? And that too in such huge dosages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Holi? The toughest part of the byzantine problem is that Holi can be played anywhere in the world - air, water, land, outside home, inside home (better talk to your mom before this one), on the street, on the roof-top, on the water tank (ref:Dharmendra and his chakki), forests, grasslands, deserts (if carrying a pot of water for kilometres is not Rocket Science for you), and even in India( ya, sometimes people play it here, although not so enthusiastically in the northern parts of the Asian country. Or is it the other way?). So, with so many choices, this festival confuses your intellect and thus I say, my comrade, that it's better to hate it. Hate it for else you will fall in love with it till death. Hate it for the people hiding during the mad festival will hate you more for tearing their undergarments and throwing them into mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. How Holi? It's one of those cases where hands do a good job and you know that a good handjob is illegitimate in the country. Again, the instruments used in the sling operation resemble banned diagrams of human anatomy and the misuse of contraceptives as balloons has caused a great increase in the percentage error of Say-no-to-AIDS statistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Holi? Considering the undeniable fact that only fun-loving, enthusiastic, and lively people can play it, Holi fans overlook the question - what will the chickens do meanwhile? Hiding their asses and donkeys in some isolated corners of hostels and a marathon run when caught is all they can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuf said. I hate Holi. You are free to do the same. Thank you for being on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issued in public interest: Clean Holi Green Holi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-6582804222962383757?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/6582804222962383757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=6582804222962383757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/6582804222962383757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/6582804222962383757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/03/holi-kab-hai-kab-hai-holi.html' title='Holi kab hai, kab hai Holi?'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-6379799386473172332</id><published>2008-03-04T03:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:30:42.174-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grey matters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IIT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dean'/><title type='text'>Killer Instinct</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="Section1"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;All characters depicted in this purely fictional piece of literature are completely imaginary. Any resemblance to any entity living, dead, or anywhere in between is &lt;i style=""&gt;utterly deliberate!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="Section2"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;GeeCe&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, 1907 hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A Mercedes E240 screeches to an abrupt halt. The security guards completing their&lt;i style=""&gt; afti-dharma&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt; gain consciousness at once and adjust their uniforms while running towards the entrance of the Central Library. The students pleading to academic &lt;i style=""&gt;babus&lt;/i&gt; for the reconsideration of their rejected application letters for the Cultural Secretary elections stop looking for Rs 50 currency notes in&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;their wallets and turn around to see across the street. The Dean’s black &lt;i style=""&gt;yoRoto&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;provided by the Government of India, rings. &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Virgineer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, the student-spy of the Dean, is drenched in sweat, panting, and extremely impatient as the phone rings for one full minute and his call remains unanswered. He redials on his new Nokia Express Music won in the Head-Banging Contest at the Saarang Rock-Show. To his relief, he is answered this time. The identification code ‘Hail CGPA’ is pronounced at the other end by a familiar voice and Virgineer knows that he is talking to the right person. “Hail CGPA! Sir, there’s a bad news. She is dead.” “What? How? Where?” “A car accident. In front of the library.” “But she… did you take her to the hospital?” “She died on the spot, Sir.” “Who did it?” “The driver ran off.” “Oh! Holy…” “There’s something more to it, sir. The car is a royal blue Mercedes E240. And the number says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;TN 23E 9964&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. It’s yours!” “It’s all pre-planned… a conspiracy against me. Update me as soon as you get more information.” “Right, sir. Hail CGPA.” “Ya, ya.” Cut.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;The news spreads faster than fire in the forests of IITM. All the editors of The Fourth Estate, the in-house publication, come up for an urgent meet with the other &lt;i style=""&gt;Writeous Penheads&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of the campus and prepare pamphlets and posters for a massive student-body protest to be held tomorrow. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;With two murders within two days, the Dean has no alternative but to avoid the phone calls from notorious students demanding a mourning holiday. Virgineer had earlier informed him that Idi, a security guard of Sharavati, the girl’s hostel, was missing at the time of the three murders, albeit he had arrived for the evening shift as per the records. The Dean, seeking to tighten his grip over the case, calls the CCW Office and, to his astonishment, is told that Idi is currently on a one week vacation to his village. The Dean realizes that he is drifting towards the losing end.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Meanwhile, Virgineer discovers new evidence. The villagers relent to open-up and report about a monkey, as big as an adult man, attacking black bucks for the last three days. To probe further and forage for more clues, he decides to go for an extensive search in the jungles at night. The night manifests darkness blindingly in the absence of the moon. The trees sway as wind gushes through them beside the crystal clear water of the lake. Long hours of courage in the camouflage finally bear fruit and Virgineer finds an ID card. It reads – V.G. Idichandy, Dean, IIT Madras. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Virgineer is dumbfounded. His indignation surpasses his boiling point. Within an instant, he decides to confront him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Dean’s Office, 0400 hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“How did you come, sir? In the same blue Mercedes? Oh, how dumb I am! It’s now all red. Blood red, isn’t it?” “Control yourself, Virgineer. You can’t accuse me.” “Give me one reason why I can’t accuse you. Believe me, I’ve plenty of evidence to prove things, you know.” “Are you trying to tell me that I don’t care for the killed?” “No, right now, I am trying to tell you that you have killed those who you were supposed to care for. The IITM campus that boasts of its prized reserve of black-bucks, has lost three adult ones, one of them being a pregnant female. So that makes you a murderer of four. Quite a performance, sir.” “I don’t need to justify myself in front of you. You are free to think whatever you want. Why should I bother when I’m not guilty?” “May I ask you where you were at 7 pm yesterday, sir?” “7 pm. 7pm? I was…I was…can’t remember. I can’t remember. I was sleeping!” “Enough. I’m going straightaway to the Police. Goodbye. To hell with CGPA!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The Dean leans upon his table with his head bent down. There is a sudden rush of wind across the room and a closet opens. A sealed envelope flies from the Dean’s desk and falls in front of Virgineer. He turns to see where it came from and sees a security guard’s uniform and a monkey costume hanging in the closet. He tears open the envelope to read a Medical Report which says – &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Dear Mr. V.G. Idichandy,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The diagnosis report of SCID-D has confirmed the symptoms of Dissociative Identity Disorder in you. Kindly report to the institute hospital immediately.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Thanks,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Dr Shanti Pavan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychiatrist, IIT &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Madras&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;GeeCe&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Gajendra   Circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, the central intelligence unit of Geeklandia, also known as IIT Madras.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Afti-Dharma&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: Nap-on-duty in the afternoon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;yoRoto&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: Rotary dial telephone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Virgineer&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: A spyware identified by the matrix as the virgin engineer who has not even touched any girl, circuit-board or machine's internals.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Writeous Penheads&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Rioters who debate whether to write as a rite is right or wrong.&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-6379799386473172332?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/6379799386473172332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=6379799386473172332' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/6379799386473172332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/6379799386473172332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/03/killer-instinct.html' title='Killer Instinct'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-3391587732525817462</id><published>2008-02-11T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T01:33:28.676-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saarang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newsletter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'>Coatable Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/R7AU5aBMySI/AAAAAAAAAMw/a-95tfFhVrM/s1600-h/coat-OBT5008-st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/R7AU5aBMySI/AAAAAAAAAMw/a-95tfFhVrM/s400/coat-OBT5008-st.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165651749063412002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top honours went to the home team of IIT Madras, which depicted men dancing with one ball each.&lt;/blockquote&gt;- Newsletter Coordinator on Choreo-Nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-3391587732525817462?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/3391587732525817462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=3391587732525817462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3391587732525817462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/3391587732525817462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/02/coatable-quote.html' title='Coatable Quote'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/R7AU5aBMySI/AAAAAAAAAMw/a-95tfFhVrM/s72-c/coat-OBT5008-st.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-9169190735335456848</id><published>2008-02-01T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T10:21:43.198-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saarang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IIT'/><title type='text'>Saarang Quite-a-Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should I give MY pen also to the GA people.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;‐Participant at Cluedo on being asked to return pens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A hand and a cock go hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.anandn86.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Jam participant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Had Eiffel Tower been the size of my tower!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- An extempore participant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Perhaps the grass is greener from your side.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.anandn86.blogspot.com/"&gt;An extempore participant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Ducky is better than him.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;‐ Audience number on Radio Joker Yo‐yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend in hand is worth two in the bush. My question is, in whose bush?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.anandn86.blogspot.com/"&gt;PR Core&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blow harder blow harder!! Size does matter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;‐ Vodafone chick during the Balloon Blowing Contest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Nice try for you to comment on global warming. You are the ones heating‐up our campus.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;‐Audience number on MCC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firang Female to a frustrated Spons Coord:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where is the rest room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Spons Coord (Manages to hear “restroom” as “the Rush”):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go to the Hospi Desk and fill a form. You have to be in teams of ten. If there are more than 15 teams, u can participate only if u get selected in the lucky draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Firang Female:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is this how you do it in India?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My mother likes eighteen year-old boys... as daughter-in-law (this is the one that got misquoted all over the papers, &lt;a href="http://www.anandn86.blogspot.com/"&gt;He&lt;/a&gt; knows what &lt;a href="http://www.anandn86.blogspot.com/"&gt;He&lt;/a&gt; said!)&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.anandn86.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Jam participant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;He also has claimed to have performed with Elton John.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- The girl in the show on the judge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What did I do to deserve this?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; - Judge of the cookery contest, after looking at a certain entry she was supposed to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When a Photography Coord on a computer was suggested to press “Alt+F4”, she pressed ‘Alt’ and ‘F’ and asked a vol to press ‘4’. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Earlier, the same Coord, while logging into a computer of her Department Computing Facilities, saw some guys trying to peek into her password. She promptly responded by moving the Computer monitor out of their view of sight and then continuing to type her password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just lower your expectations and go to Himalayas.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; - Sanjeev Kapoor, perfectly unaware of the name of our mess facilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Too many wives spoil the froth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.anandn86.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Jam participant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh, by the way, you are from which newspaper?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; - Cookery contest judge after enthusiastically rattling off a bevy of details about the event to the newsletter correspondent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;One person each from all the benches which have three people sitting please go and sit on a bench with two people.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; - Main Quiz Coord who actually wanted only two people to sit on a bench&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What is Lucky Ali's number for Vodafone voting?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Audience member at OAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There has to be cummation for summation.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- A participant at Extempore explaining how&lt;br /&gt;coming is important for population growth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sanjeev Kapoor is lecturing on '30 things to die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before you eat'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Hospi-Desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saarang is a rickety bus and we are all holding the parts together.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Spons Core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We know math is not your strong point.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Newsletter Coords to The Events core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I am left partner less da. That guy refused to come with me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Tapti freshie on the eve of scrabble finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hold it, guys.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Instructor at dance workshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Gimme Tamil and I’ll run Saarang alone.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Big Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mostly cylindrical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- India Quiz Coord on being asked what his power was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This raga............is very.........useful...... to be............... yout..h... ful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- Grand old performer at Classical Nite&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gay people adopted the rainbow colours da. We can’t help it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Design Core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Show bum or Shoban or whatever.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Spons Coord to his core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Events Core:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No da. I am not gay. I do notice boobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Spons Core:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only boobs you have ever seen are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The Guangdong province in China is one of the second most polluted in the world.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Audience member at the debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the debaters swayed during his speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with such regularity that we actually used him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to keep track of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When asked to put forth their closing remarks, the damsels&lt;br /&gt;started flickering like an old tube light, having lost their&lt;br /&gt;composure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The high point of the debate was a loud recitation of&lt;br /&gt;Tiruvalluvar quotes which rendered the atmosphere vibrant,&lt;br /&gt;although we could comprehend exactly as much as we&lt;br /&gt;could have deciphered a verse in Swahili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Newsletter team during India Development Debate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When most elocution lovers would have preferred to wait &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outside the auditorium and wait for the event to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finish, the made‐of‐titanium Newsletter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;correspondent sat through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Gel&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-9169190735335456848?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/9169190735335456848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=9169190735335456848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/9169190735335456848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/9169190735335456848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/02/saarang-overtones.html' title='Saarang Quite-a-Quote'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-8554205206549766163</id><published>2008-02-01T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T10:22:06.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The biggest enemy of great is good.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- DEEP KALRA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-8554205206549766163?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/8554205206549766163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=8554205206549766163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8554205206549766163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/8554205206549766163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/02/cute-quote.html' title='Cute Quote'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24960317.post-909649793844491499</id><published>2008-01-27T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T09:56:36.696-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saarang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contaste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanjeev Kapoor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IIT'/><title type='text'>Sanjeev Kapoor and The Cookery Contaste</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/R5zVffNtQwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zt5fiMm1ZFM/s1600-h/sanjeev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/R5zVffNtQwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zt5fiMm1ZFM/s400/sanjeev.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160234009991398146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A celebration of culture can never be complete without cuisine. Who else but the poster-boy of Indian cookery could be the best person to flag-off the newly introduced Cookery Contest at Saarang? The chef extraordinaire was here yesterday afternoon to present a list of 30 things to eat before you die. A delay of 2 hours only increased the appetite of the audience but what came afterwards was well worth the wait. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sanjeev started-off the lecture by talking about himself and his pursuit of a rather unconventional profession. Then he proceeded to present his comprehensive list, at some times informative and at others nostalgic. The anecdotes and jokes meticulously inserted in his presentation convinced each one of us why he is regarded as one of the most sought after television personalities as well. The lecture finished at a high point after a series of interesting question-and-answer exchanges with a visibly enthusiastic audience. This was followed by an exclusive interview with the Newsletter correspondents. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Correspondent:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The term which comes immediately in our minds when we think of Sanjeev Kapoor is Khana-Khazana. How did Khana-Khazana happen?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sanjeev:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; It all began at a point of time when satellite television was new in India. Different chefs were being approached for launching an interactive cookery show. Zee TV approached me with a name Srimaan Bawarchi, to which I immediately responded with a ‘No’. This was when I had reached the peak of my professional career albeit at a very early age of 28. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; After the success of the show, many other cookery shows also poured in. But they did not enjoy as much adulation as your show, which has been on air for 15 years. What is the secret behind the longevity of Khana Khazana? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Khana Khazana is a complete package. With the extensive research carried out by us, we have a better understanding of the interests of the viewers. The core value being - cooking what viewers can replicate. Explaining the recipe in detail yet keeping the format simple enough to not look boring is what makes us connect with the audience. After every show, we make it a point to think from the viewer’s perspective. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. What does it take to become a world-class chef? Is it only exceptional cooking skills or do presentation and soft skills take the cake?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Soft skills are equally important. If you cook well, you might be a brilliant cook but it takes beyond just cooking to make a chef. Not only the art and the science of cooking but the management of cooking is also what a chef needs to excel in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; How do you manage to come-up with numerous new recipes? Do you keep on experimenting with the ingredients while you are cooking, just like a scientist?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; (Smiles) Being familiar with (the) ingredients lets you make predictions in your mind. For example, you know that adding sugar to a dish will make it sweet. The variations, therefore, are never startling. Although, most of it depends on instincts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; The success of pizza and noodles in Indian food market is quite palpable. Are the Indian food-items equally successful in western countries?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Yes, of course. Indian food is no 1 in UK. &lt;i style=""&gt;Chicken Tikka Masala&lt;/i&gt; is the national dish in England. Our spices and flavours are extensively used by western cooks to spice-up their dishes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; What is the secret behind the success of the Indian curry?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Indian curry has a unique blend (of spices). In our curries, we use 10-15-20 different herbs and spices. It’s more like a modern day doctor who recommends 7-8 medicines with a hope that something will work. (Similarly,) Something out of that magic blend works.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Even though cooking is women’s forte in Indian households, why do you think men still make better chefs? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Men are not more successful but more in numbers. Cooking as a profession is physical and laborious in nature. Women are also expected to look after household. A father can work. It’s more to do with the social structure.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; We all know that you pursued a hotel management course not in vogue despite being an academically brilliant student because you wanted to do something different and bizarre. Given your famous love for the bizarre, what are the other interesting activities that you enjoy?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Learning new skills always interests me. I agreed to judge Jhalak Dikhlaja because it was very different. I’ve also been a percussionist and used to play for a band.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Thank you very much. It’s been a pleasure meeting you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; The pleasure is all mine!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The lecture was followed by an innovative contest which lacked fire and was doing away with hot &amp;amp; cold water instead. Thanks to the creative cooking of the contestants, with utter modesty, the event went ahead of the ‘30 things to eat before you die’ to ‘30 things to eat in order to die’. Apparently, the teams started making crazy concoctions of the eatables lying on the tables to create something so intriguing that the judge reacted with “Please take me home early”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The workshop ended on a tit-for-tat note when the event organizer was forced to drink the winning potion and the judge who had tasted it stood flashing a contented smile.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24960317-909649793844491499?l=virgineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/feeds/909649793844491499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24960317&amp;postID=909649793844491499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/909649793844491499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24960317/posts/default/909649793844491499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virgineer.blogspot.com/2008/01/sanjeev-kapoor-and-cookery-contaste.html' title='Sanjeev Kapoor and The Cookery Contaste'/><author><name>Apoorva Chandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10153619057275936604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHsO3Y39J-k/Ty2VUEot3tI/AAAAAAAAEDc/_opmyuIPxxM/s220/IMG_1172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vN7qe-aEw1A/R5zVffNtQwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zt5fiMm1ZFM/s72-c/sanjeev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
