<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:20:58.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Present Self</title><subtitle type='html'>A journey</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-1238080060564580984</id><published>2010-09-13T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T07:16:42.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote Unquote !!!</title><content type='html'>1.&lt;br /&gt;"Sivananthan and N Srini are going to be in-laws !!! What will you bring for dowry ??? " - Unni Nair to Divjyot&lt;br /&gt;"Hiedelberg" - Divjyot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Out of these 2 sweets being offered , which sweet is from which side ??? - Gilbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The sweeter ones are from Divjyot's side" - Bikram&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;"Another one bites the dust " - Gauthum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. We buy a brand new treadmill to reduce weight and get ready for the big day.... Divu after her workout&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Wonder why the weight reduces after a workout... Shouldn't the weight increase with the increase in heart beat" - Divu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ROTFL :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. We decide to tie the bond of marriage .... So we go to Azulia, GRT for celebrating. After the drinks and food, as the bill is about to come .......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;" From today onwards we have to cautious abt how the money is spent, see today I ordered a wine which is much lower priced than our regular orders .... I ordered it from the spirits mentioned in the discount menu"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The waiter walks in with a cheque of 8k for the liquor as Divjyot had ordered one of the most priced drink ; mentioned in the space below the one she actually wanted to order :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was the only bottle which reached home Divu right ??? the balance all used to be smashed on our drive back to TVT from Chennai... Remember that night we told Deepa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. The proposal:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amongst 50 roses arranged by Kartik (thanks dude), on the tallest rooftop in town, with a few cocktails down, the best location in the restaurant, down on one knee with her choicest ring in my hand &amp;amp; my vows close to my heart, I asked her hand for marriage ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She said Yes and then started this long series of conservations on how much we meant to reach other ........ cant forget that nite .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;Remember how we planned for her Germany trip&lt;br /&gt;We bought like everything in the world... Electric kettle, milk packets, tea bags, cocoa powder, sugar, medicines, breads, cheese slices ....... and she lands up in Germany and pukes all over the car ..........&lt;br /&gt;So didn't wanna let her go to Germany !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Trip to Kovalam&lt;br /&gt;We drove to ECR and couldn't find a place to park the bike .....&lt;br /&gt;Finally parked it in a hospital and absconded. took the bus to Kovalam not knowing how the place was and what we were going to do there ......&lt;br /&gt;Remember sitting on those boats at Kovlam having wine in the dusk and enjoying the mesmerizing sunset ..... You are right , no one in the world noticed we were having wine amongst fisherman crowds thanks to ur smart ways of handling the liquor .... Followed by the fish which ate of ur hands in the super crowded bus on the way back ... And then a laid back evening in powhattan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Karvachauth&lt;br /&gt;Oh man !!! Amazing you were that day ..... Never had an idea you would do it and do it with such a resolve .. Not a single morsel from morning 5 to evening 8:30 ... I never knew someone would do that to pray for my long life ..... and that mehandi on the hands , how bright it was , beautifully done ...... the fast went on till 8:30 pm , bows to ur resolve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Puchi and the kids&lt;br /&gt;25thDec 2008 : Divjyot walks into my veranda with a soft little kitten famished, gaunt and scared .... She brought it from the company and little did we know how big a part of our life Puchi would become.. She used to sleep on Divjyot's bed with her face right next to Divjyot's cheek and get up only when she got up in the mornings .. Such a beautiful receptive cat who changed my perceptions of cats forever .. and then the frescoes , beautiful and so very naughty , how they used to climb curtains, never could fathom what trick would be up their sleeves, .. then came the mangies and the kungrus ..&lt;br /&gt;Divs owe all these lives full of love and care to you man !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Fights :&lt;br /&gt;1 day before Stanfi interview, 1 day before Insead interview :) ... Well those are the only 2 shortlists I had .....&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy didn't go to any of these places, life is meaningless without you ; hardliner when it comes to belief in the fact that God did everything for a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. 22nd Dec 2007&lt;br /&gt;Our first date , in Prego , the best meal ever .....&lt;br /&gt;You looked beautiful in that royal couch and ur clothes, they so well blended with the aura and designing of the place .. the food was awesome , the wine was touche' , and your company was the best thing I could have hoped for on my bday ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Diwali Night 2008&lt;br /&gt;Remember how rocking we were clad in the best of attires .. My kurta which you had handpicked in lagan and your Saree, awesome blue ...&lt;br /&gt;Remember how you blasted Varda for being mean .. and how we went to Zaras with Abhi and Archu for drinks ... It was a passionate Diwali eve for sure :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. 17th Feb 2010&lt;br /&gt;The gifts :&lt;br /&gt;a. The painting of Guru Nanak Dev Ji&lt;br /&gt;b. The huge wood piece with 4 profiles hand cut, peeping in different directions&lt;br /&gt;c. The cloth from Dakshinchitra showing family life , beautifully embroidered&lt;br /&gt;d. And of course the cake&lt;br /&gt;" Why are you making me fall in love with you ?? " -- those words still bring music to the ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to follow ................. 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The glittering lights in the corridor is the talk of the day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Amrita&lt;/span&gt; has spent almost 2 days trying to make it perfect. She ruminates about the hard work which has gone in into making the whole thing look so enchanting. She knows she has a knack for all this, no wonder the compliments from the guests have just not ceased throughout the night. The lamps are also an attraction, she bought them last month when she had gone to the new super mall in town. Hanged from the ceiling, made of glass, circular in shape like the conical test tubes, rose petals on the surface of the water in the lamp, and ten tiny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;diyas&lt;/span&gt; floating on the water. They cost her a fortune, but what was more difficult was finding the right place for them in the hall. She doesn't like crowding the place too much and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt;, well, he never has an opinion on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drinks are getting served in those pristine glasses bought from her last trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kerala&lt;/span&gt;. The glasses are special, they have a distinct aroma around them. It entices you to the drink when you are sober and starts moving you away from it as you get drunk. She liked the idea, maybe that would restrict people to drinking much and ruining her parties. This was one thing which she disliked about the parties. Why did people not have control on their senses ? At least the spouses can help control their partners. Mrs Gupta had exclaimed that it was the way that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Amrita&lt;/span&gt; organised these parties which made the others feel like drinking more and letting loose. It was to do with the dingy lights, beautiful lamps adorning the passages, art painting which could submerge anyone into moments of thoughtfulness - quiescent and introspecting, incense sticks with their mild and soothing aroma, and the absorbing soul-touching music which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Amrita&lt;/span&gt; chose. Couples just came to her parties and felt like getting lost in the new adornments which she would have bought since the last party. But that still doesn't justify the behaviour some of her guests had portrayed in the past ! In one of the parties, Mrs Gupta after having 5 shots of Martini, had lets her taps go loose and had started talking openly about her job and pressure at home. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Amrita&lt;/span&gt; had spent the entire night cajoling her and had to finally drop her home. Mr. Shah had discovered his son is a habitual drinker in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Amrita's&lt;/span&gt; last party when his son could but resist the temptation to drink; only problem being he had had one too many making the oblivious obvious. Mr Bose had gulped down 5 drinks in her last party in October and totally gone crazy. He had come out vehemently with his likings for the fairer sex and had spent five minutes praising &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Amrita's&lt;/span&gt; beauty with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ghazals&lt;/span&gt;. She had felt quite flattered, even though she knew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt; must not have liked the compliments. No wonder what Mr Bose had never been invited to any other party which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt; had hosted. She never understood that part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt;, she liked it and also hated it. Anyways no point thinking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt; now and getting into a pensive mood. She had many things to do and many guests to entertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite surprising that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ravneet&lt;/span&gt; has not been able to make it to the party in time. She is seldom late, she comes early most of the times and helps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Amrita&lt;/span&gt; with the finishing touches. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Amrita&lt;/span&gt; has always had a penchant for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ravneet's&lt;/span&gt; opinions; she finds them quite delectable. Well a fashion designer has to have a good choice, especially in such a competitive scenario where opportunities are few and chances for success rare. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Amrita&lt;/span&gt; remembers the time when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ravneet&lt;/span&gt; suggested her to try her hand at designing. It was one of the most enjoyable month of her life, she had travelled with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ravneet&lt;/span&gt; to Delhi and had contributed in 2 of her public shows. The dress combinations she had chosen had not only made it to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Volve&lt;/span&gt; Fashion magazine but had also been been tabulated as trend-setters for the youth. The accolades though had gone to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Ravneet&lt;/span&gt;, which was hardly a concern for her. She had managed to do what she had dreamed of doing ever since she had participated in her college fashion show. Of course at this juncture in life, she didn't really care for worldly praises and admiration. It was the deprivation she had been feeling within which needed to be satiated. The way she had deprived herself of the countless pleasures and experiences she could have gone through in her life which needed to be taken care of. She had somewhere developed a respect for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ravneet's&lt;/span&gt; professionalism and her insensitive attitude. The day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Ravneet&lt;/span&gt; realised that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Amrita&lt;/span&gt; could be a good designer, she had stroked her off from the designing circles. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Amrita's&lt;/span&gt; stint was over in a flash just like it had kicked off. Their friendship though had not been effected by all these events and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Amrita&lt;/span&gt; wondered why. Maybe they were not friends at all, maybe it was more of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;parasiticalness&lt;/span&gt; which kept them close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doorbell rings, and disturbs her thoughts. She doesn't like a disturbance, especially when she is inclined to give a shape to her relationships. She regrets having taken the decision to host the party, its an unwarranted interference. She wishes now she had put someone else to attend the guests at the door; why had she instructed that only she would welcome the guests inside ? She wonders why she had told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt; last night; ' I love these parties, they make feel not dead for a change'. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;cognizes&lt;/span&gt; for the fact that the party is still on and she must attend to her guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Chawla&lt;/span&gt; walks in with his wife. There is a lull as everyone turns to see Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Chawla&lt;/span&gt; (popularly known as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Shilpa&lt;/span&gt;), dressed in a peach t-shirt and off-white bottoms. The t-shirt wears a slogan in the front "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Shilpa&lt;/span&gt; Group - Bridging the Gap" and a painting at the back. The painting was designed by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Amrita&lt;/span&gt;; it shows a child emerging from a whirlpool of misery and filth and moving towards clear skies. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Amrita&lt;/span&gt; recalls how she has always been an ardent admirer of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Shilpa&lt;/span&gt;; one women who has managed to live life the way she wanted to. They met when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Shilpa&lt;/span&gt; was in her early twenties and having this urge to start her own social work society. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Shilpa's&lt;/span&gt; arcane thoughts always touched a chord with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Amrita&lt;/span&gt;; she was one women who opened her heart only to a few. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Shilpa&lt;/span&gt; finally got her break at the age of 30 when her husband gifted her an office from where she could operate and start her social work society. Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Chawla&lt;/span&gt; had been quite supportive in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Shilpa's&lt;/span&gt; endeavours and had always aimed at bringing her dreams true. He had in fact given an entire page of his newspaper to the publicity of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Shilpa's&lt;/span&gt; trust. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Amrita&lt;/span&gt; wished she could break free from the shackles of socialising and spend some time thinking what she actually wanted to do. She had joined &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Shilpa's&lt;/span&gt; trust and spent three months there; what had seemed like a burning desire prior to this experience turned out to be a futile attempt. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Amrita&lt;/span&gt; never found the peace which she was looking for in the society; the animosity for our society in the hearts of foundling kids at the trust was probably too much to handle for her. She knew she could give them direction and bring some solace to their turbid thoughts; maybe this was not just the right time in life to venture into something like that. One way it had helped was that she now understood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Jasmeet&lt;/span&gt; better; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Jasmeet&lt;/span&gt; had always been a neglected child and that is what pinched her. Meeting the children at the trust; she realised her responsibilities were first with her own child. She had therefore diverted the time which she was spending at the trust to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Jasmeet&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Jasmeet&lt;/span&gt; who had become stubbornly disobedient could not comprehend the change in her mother's attitude at first. He found it weird yet loved the change in his mother. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Jasmeet&lt;/span&gt; was 4 years old at that time and had not yet moved too much away from his parents. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Amrita&lt;/span&gt; had ever since expressed her gratitude to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Chawlas&lt;/span&gt; by donating every year to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Shilpa's&lt;/span&gt; trust and inviting them to all the parties she hosted. The discomfort with the same was the lecherous looks of Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Chawla&lt;/span&gt; who had this opinion that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Amrita&lt;/span&gt; had a liking for him and therefore invited the couple to all the parties; something which he had made aptly obvious after getting drunk at the new year party. The bigger discomfort was that Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Chawla&lt;/span&gt; had read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Amrita&lt;/span&gt; too well for her liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guest start leaving at the stroke of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;midlinght&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Chawlas&lt;/span&gt; leave early, as they have a big day ahead. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Shilpa's&lt;/span&gt; work has been nominated for a national award and they need to submit write-ups of her entrepreneur work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Ravneet&lt;/span&gt; had called up an hour back saying that her fashion show had continued past the scheduled closure time and that she would not be able to make it to the party. That was sad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Amrita&lt;/span&gt; had wanted to spend some time with her tonight. She was hoping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;Ravneet&lt;/span&gt; would stay at her place for the night. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Chabras&lt;/span&gt; leave at the end; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;Amrita&lt;/span&gt; waving them goodbye as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt; closes the door abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I am tired of the festivities tonight, I think I need some rest" says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt;, unbuttoning his shirt. "By the way, nice choice of the shirt, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Shalini&lt;/span&gt; liked it a lot. Said wise choice, blue suits me a lot. She liked the watch too, especially the metallic dial with the silver arms. Told her my wife has the best taste in town for garments and adornments."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever ! Frankly I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think that much about what suits you. I bought the shirt because i liked the texture. I think its uncomfortable dressing up in those thick fabrics you wear. As for the watch it is light and has special features which ensure long battery life. You only said that you want a watch with those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;characterisitc&lt;/span&gt;, therefore found one suiting your taste" says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;Amrita&lt;/span&gt;, remembering how she had fought for the blue shirt in the festival sale, knowing that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt; looks smart in blue attire. The watch is another big story, she had spent days looking for it, combinations of metal and silver is something she had always had a craze for. Finally she had to get the watch custom made, she had gifted it to him on his 43rd birthday last year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;Rahul's&lt;/span&gt; choice is terrible, she thought to herself, who would be looking for long battery life in a watch ? As for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;Shalini&lt;/span&gt;, she has this habit of flattering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt; didn't mind someone praising him in public. She was working in the same office as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt;, only 2 designations below &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt; always asked her for her opinion on his garments, adornments etc. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;Amrita&lt;/span&gt;, on her part, had no issues if her husband wanted to be like a sissy who wants consistent pampering and praise from his office colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well it is futile having a discussion on this. Sometimes wish you would say a nice thank you, close the topic rather than debate a lot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like expression of thought anymore. You were the one who said, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;Amrita&lt;/span&gt;, always give me a frank opinion on everything. Do not fudge your thoughts and twist them to suit my moods. I said, I bought the shirt just like that; having a liking for its texture, not considering the colour. What is wrong with expressing my thoughts now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt; ?" says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;Amrita&lt;/span&gt; patting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt; on the back as he walks to his room upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh nothing. Its just that people change. It was different then, our thoughts were so much in cohesion. It was as if I was looking at my own reflection when I was discussing things with you. You have changed now and therefore my perceptions have changed. It was comfortable telling you something knowing that you would relate to it. Things have changed, our likings have changed. You cannot live in the past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;Amrita&lt;/span&gt;, especially if the present is strikingly different. Is it not so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89"&gt;Amrita&lt;/span&gt; that 10 years back, you would have known that blue suits me, what kind of a watch would look good on my wrist ? Today I have to tell you what I want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; you don't know me well enough anymore. You had a natural inclination for my choice then, something which is missing today. Same hold true for me too".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_91"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt; I am inclined to staying silent right now. I think talking with you would aggravate my temper. I am no mood for a discussion right now. I had rather sleep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why ? What &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_92"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to expression of thoughts ? Want to suppress them now that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_93"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have the answers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You wouldn't know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_94"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt; there is an orgasmic feeling in talking with you. Now wonder I love these parties, can at least avoid these unnecessary conversations with you".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-7843227071796726657?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/7843227071796726657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=7843227071796726657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/7843227071796726657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/7843227071796726657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2008/10/party-has-been-well-organised-as-ever.html' title='Stolid Journeys'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-5079600754452386692</id><published>2008-06-18T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T03:35:20.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Titleless Life !</title><content type='html'>So what is life and what does it want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kind of&lt;/span&gt; a flying machine ? Flies all the way to different lands looking for a resting abode. A place where one can sit and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Njoi&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Njoi&lt;/span&gt; living life ? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know; but the problem is one feels one is always flying; the resting abode is too distant and too far away. Some say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; good; how on Earth will you realise your full potential if you start resting and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; fly ? Some say its bad; I mean do you really wanna be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt;, why not just rest and have fun resting when everyone around is going mad just trying to fly ? What does it want ? even more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt; ! Which resting place does the flying machine want ? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aha&lt;/span&gt; ! Blessed are those who know ? As for me I have never discovered the answer to that question !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a clock ? Keeps on moving ticking away slowly. Minutes becomes hours; hours become days ...... and finally grows into something huge. Just ticks away slowly , every moment walking by . You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even know what you are losing leave aside gaining (again gaining is a pleasure of the blessed few) ; I believe you are born to loose ! There are times when the battery runs out and you stop for a while ; lost in a dreary place with your own fears, thoughts, uncertainties. Someone comes along; changes the battery; gives a push ; brings you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;up to&lt;/span&gt; pace with the world ; and you start moving again ! And what does it want ? What doe a clock want ? It just wants to show you how you are losing time and how you have no control on the passage of time ! Just shows you how you can just not go back and try changing something ! Helplessness in accepting the movement of time ; does life want us to believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is life like a printing press ? Prints new jobs, new colors every day. Changes the whole paradigm of colors in hours. Has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;occasional&lt;/span&gt; breakdowns ; again when you need external help ! Tries to create &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;records&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; when things are in control and challenges are less. Tries to manage at other times and run slower when challenges &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; manifold and jobs are difficult to print. And limps when it is too tough to sustain momentum and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; everything in the whole is against it ? More the colors more the complexity in a printing press ; more the variables , more the complexity in life !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what life is closest to and what it wants ! Just go on; and whenever you find out ; please let me know !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-5079600754452386692?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/5079600754452386692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=5079600754452386692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/5079600754452386692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/5079600754452386692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2008/06/titleless-life.html' title='Titleless Life !'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-7473762151487425354</id><published>2007-09-18T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:13:22.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The present me !</title><content type='html'>Well well well.&lt;br /&gt;Its all getting too confusing. Pressure is mounting, things are going out of control . The job is getting tougher day by day. Loosing control of the floor, not knowing what is hapenning where, how to proceed ? What awaits us in the future. All I know is that the next month is going to be a hell of a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing besides the daily schedule. A movie a day has become the routine whenever I find time. No enthu for liquor also. Surprising ! :) Tennis, Squash etc is almost history. Maybe need a tennis partner at the earliest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is complex are the emotions. Emotions which dictate the day and change too fast for my liking. Sometimes the will to undertake something big and and on other occassions an easy go-chill attitude in life. A conflict with the inner self. I have lost interest and I fear if this is the way I am going to live the rest of my life ! Have to crawl out of this, dont know how ! Have to figure it myself, dont know from where to channel the energy to do so !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wht is that that I want , I dont know ! Maybe nobody knows ! Maybe some know ! Maybe the ones who know do better ! Maybe everyone goes on this path blind folded and discovers as he/she goes on. I thought I will also discover as I go on. However the roads seems too serpentine and not leading anywhere. What do I need ? A break ! Cant afford it ! A thought ? Many cross my mind at the same time! A friend to talk to ? No, I need to resolve things myself. Then what do I need ? The need to know what I need !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel it was much better 4-5 years back. Atleast the energy was there to explore. But what has changed in the last few years ! Maybe something has, which has triggered this all ! and maybe nothing has changed, it's all just a perception. What is that I look for . For peace ? for truth ? for freedom ? for happiness ? for love ? Why ? All feeble emotions of a desperate human existance trying to justify the existance of something that does not exist ! And where does this all end ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else is more or less Ok in life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-7473762151487425354?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/7473762151487425354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=7473762151487425354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/7473762151487425354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/7473762151487425354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2007/09/present-me.html' title='The present me !'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-6235171389557336934</id><published>2007-07-28T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T03:10:41.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2006-2007</title><content type='html'>Its been an year since I blogged. An eventful year of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, I would say "It has been an year which has probably taught me the most about my professional strengths and weaknesses, has acclimitised me to what I felt were mundane jobs with no thrill, has helped me link the micro in my life to the macro, has brought me closer to my family and friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found new friends; quite influential ones. Guidance by Raveen is by far the most enriching experience of last year. I have had a lot to learn from the likes of Sarfraz, Yash, Mounish, Sarabjeet, Sandy, Satish and my affable customers. I have seen Chennai to some extent now and I believe its not too bad a place to live in. Only problem being its a bit too dead and you need good company to survive Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have missed Kunnu, Dola, Mayur, Saransh, Preet, Rahul, Chandu, Saloni, Shikha, Utsav, Tolu and umpteen other juniors who will always be a very important part of my life. Boka, Khushboo, Sam are the ones I have turned to for advice and enthu, when the two were needed the most. For a change, my relationships from college have spilled over to my working life :) (very much unlike my school days where I totally lost contact with my school friends). ITC has been a rewarding experience with a host of challenges, opportunities and horizontal growth. It still continues to be after 1 year of dedication to ITC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what seems to be still lacking is a direction on what to do, what to achieve and how to do it ? Maybe the question will always remain, at every turn of life ! Every day, I resolve to find the answer to the same and everyday I fail to accomplish the task ! Guided by others, I move with no vision of my own, lost in the sands to time, grappling to find that one thing that will blow me out of my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-6235171389557336934?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/6235171389557336934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=6235171389557336934&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/6235171389557336934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/6235171389557336934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2007/07/2006-2007.html' title='2006-2007'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-115594990863854691</id><published>2006-08-18T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T18:11:48.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning</title><content type='html'>Good morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I have got up at 6:00 after coming to Chennai. I wonder what has propelled me to get up so early ? Is it the morning tennis or is it the need for feeling the coolness of the morning so as to sustain the blistering sun throughout the day ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tough day ahead. A day when I have to inititate a few work practices on the shop floor, "never easy". My course next week has got postponed, thanks to non-availability of skillfully trained faculty. What implications that will have is tough to judge ! And I dont want to add another dimension to all what I am ruminating on these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold has got better. Thankfully ! It was horrible last night when I went off to sleep. I will have to start looking at a solution to this persistent cold rather than allow the body to develop its own immunity system as I have been doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of visits to the shop floor by important entities next week. Would be fun coming to know so many people. Knowing people is always fun, isnt it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lets explore the monetary issues today. Atleast start on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew ! I dont want to write more. I have so much to do and miles to go before I sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;So all I would say is "Come on dear day.  I am ready to overcome everything you throw at me".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-115594990863854691?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/115594990863854691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=115594990863854691&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115594990863854691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115594990863854691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2006/08/good-morning.html' title='Good morning'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-115565491999563051</id><published>2006-08-15T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T08:31:16.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrogate</title><content type='html'>The journey begins in a small faction of my vast domain. There are many of my agents who pass on to me "response". Response which has no meaning. Response which has no substance. I an the one who creates substance. I possess a power unmatched. I possess weapons of self-destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to go on a ride. Where would you like to go ? Somewhere where it is safe and comforting. No problemo. I will take you along. Oh but a safe and comforting stint; is it adventurous and pacy. It seldom is. Do you like to be called adventurous ? Do you like to be associated with moments of courage and moments of exploration ? Yeah, we all adore that. Or do you like to be cocooned in a soft, cozy, safe and comforting place? I dont think so. So is going to such a place a nice idea ? What do you have to say. Ah! What can you say . "Nothing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets move. You like the swings and the ups-downs in life. You like challenges and you like to be called great. You like to be acquanted with all the knowledge of the world; be it entertainment, business... anything. You want to do every work in the "bestest" way it can be done. Do you ? yeah you do. Your smile tells me you do. Go ahead have a shot. i have landed you right where you will find lots of challenges and similar oppurtunities to demonstrate your mettle. But ........ Oh you chickened out. Why? ofcourse because of me again. I dont like this place. This place means a lot of efforts. No I would like to move on. And as I said I am the most powerful.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have something to say, "Nothing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be delusional. Do you want to day-dream. Or do you want to be enveloped by thoughts of the past; disturbed by moments when you could not seize control and influence results. Do you want everything to be the way you want it to be ?&lt;br /&gt;So what if you want all this. It is me who decides what will happen. I do not want you to be rationale. Well so be it. And I want you to be disturbed about solutions which do not exist, which are just a figment of your imagination. Again I am the all conquering. Do you protest ? of course you can protest "Nothing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unpredictable. You want me and I will fail you. You want me and I will aid you. What would happen when; you have no right to decide. Do you ? What do you think ? See you have no right to decide or do you ? Its up to my discretion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you scare me sometimes. You have something which controls me. I am scared of it. It envelopes me and doesnt let me go. It clings on to me and doesnt let me breathe. What is that thing ? You better keep it away from you. Remember I am you best friend and not that stupid thing which brings in a lot of mushy effusiveness. I know finally you will come back to me. When all is lost, you will. But why do you allow it to conquer me in the first instance. Cant we fight it together. I need you help. Maybe I am not that powerful any more. I am feeling jittery. Stick with me and we will pull through. Or else trudge the path; let me be captured; lose all that you possess and come back to me. We will sit together with a bottle of beer hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what. Every time you let me be conquered, when I am released from the chains, I AM MORE POWERFUL. I guess you have made me powerful. Have you or have you not ? Of course you have. Right? You agree; :) you dont have a choice to disagree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-115565491999563051?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/115565491999563051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=115565491999563051&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115565491999563051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115565491999563051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2006/08/arrogate.html' title='Arrogate'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-115548121396911154</id><published>2006-08-13T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T09:15:52.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Life and Laughter</title><content type='html'>Thought for the day "Love and fault finding go hand in hand. The more you love someone; the lesser faults you will find in that person".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was displayed on the public notice board in my plant when I entered the plant today morning at 11:00 am. Beautiful quote indeed, I thought. I registered it somewhere in my thoughts and forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, having come to my abode at around 6:30, sipping beer, having Lays and buzzing friends whom I can see online for a warm chat, I was reminded of what I had read in the morning. And as I ruminate about the same (linking it to my life), it is indeed contradictory to what all his transpired with me in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe what happens is that when you get closer to a person, his/her faults/weaknesses begin to show through. You dont notice them when you are far off since all that you want is to be closer to the other soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that should not deter one  from falling in love. Beacuse when you are falling in love with someone, the feeling is awesome and unexplainable. Forget the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, a surprise act. Wrote a poem. Emotions can turn anyone into a poet, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Love, life and laughter&lt;br /&gt;Is what I believe&lt;br /&gt;I search for that shimmering light&lt;br /&gt;So that my lonely heart no longer weeps&lt;br /&gt;I never learnt how to hold on to love&lt;br /&gt;And stay strong to love&lt;br /&gt;Now I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I am dreaming about thee"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-115548121396911154?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/115548121396911154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=115548121396911154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115548121396911154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115548121396911154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-life-and-laughter.html' title='Love, Life and Laughter'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-115523166292022113</id><published>2006-08-10T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T22:24:52.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metamorphosis</title><content type='html'>10th August is drawing nearer. A special day for me indeed. On 10th August, I would have completed a month of my job at ITC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently at Bombay, here for my convocation. This trip has been a sort of reflection in addition to ofcourse the abound joy it has surged within me to meet friends and juniors. Nothing much has changed at IITB I must say. But looking at myself, I believe there has settled down in me a metamorphosis phase. I do not know what to talk about besides my job. If I ponder on the last one month, I cannot express what I have done in my spare time when I have not been working. This is a testimony to the fact that my party life and my fun life have come to halt, now that I have shifted to Chennai. A thought which itches me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest shock of the day was that I could not remember I was penning down a book some 10 days back. I have completely forgotten about the so fabulous venture I had decided to set myself on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job has involved sogging a lot of pressure and I believe all this memory loss is an effect of the same (though I predict some would immediately say that all this is because of an old CPU :) .  ). The naiveness has begun to disappear and a matured self is coming through, something which i dont like at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, it has been a fun filled 9th of August. One which shall be etched in my mind forever. It has conjured memories of the wonderful days that have rolled by, days spent in the company of some wonderful people. I always believe that a person's life is enriched mostly by the friends/company he possesses. And 9th of August was spent with some of the most dearest ones in life. Every moment of the day was savored. I craved for the time to standstill. But comforting words they were when it was aptly put, "Forget that you are leaving, and enjpy the time you have here".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-115523166292022113?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/115523166292022113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=115523166292022113&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115523166292022113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115523166292022113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2006/08/metamorphosis.html' title='Metamorphosis'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-115366511685245666</id><published>2006-07-23T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T07:32:42.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello !</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you doing ? I am two weeks into the job ! And I must say it has been en eventful two weeks. Lots of learning, innovation and growth. The first two weeks have been spent learnign the business perspective of ITC and some of the critical decision making which haunts all businesses. With 5 other engineers and 11 MBA students, it has been a small stint where I have experienced a pinch of group dynamics, a bit of strategic business developing, and a lot of nostalgia. Yups ! I miss you all a lot. More on it later when I get my laptop in the next week. Till then. Take care. Luv you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-115366511685245666?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/115366511685245666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=115366511685245666&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115366511685245666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115366511685245666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello.html' title='Hello !'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-115211752995940630</id><published>2006-07-05T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T11:16:53.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To all of you</title><content type='html'>"A new phase of life about to start,&lt;br /&gt;With a racing pulse and a pounding heart,&lt;br /&gt;With hopes and aspirations to achieve something huge ......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont remember the rest. that was the first poem I heard, recited when came to IIT five years back. Written by a friend, the first few lines have etched a place in my memories forever. Project over, finally a Mtech. There's not much of hapiness though, it seems to be such a monotonous ritual now, having seen so many of my seniors clear this hurdle with ease. The ease factor does take away the fun factor from a hurdle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for people who visit this blog often (or are rather forced to !). Thanks for being such an integral part of my emotions, feelings, the sojourn of my personal feelings in the past few months. The next phase of life is going to be drastically different. I am a bit apprehensive if I ever will be able to give time to Orkut, logging, staying in contact with friends. Though I must say i will try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Taru] You were my inspiration to blog actually. I read your blogs and found them very interesting and deep. :) Whatever you write is absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Shreya] You visited my blog accidentally and then came back. Thanks for the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Saransh] Another avid reader. The first person i contact after having written a blog for feedback. yo !! Start blogging dear and keep up the enthu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Maru] A dear friend/junior. The one in which you wrote abt the trek turned me nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Boka] Sahi hai bhai. Kadak hai. December mein aaja yaar. Its been an year now. - tttdh But somehow tere passout hone pe zyada senti tha yaar main&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Khushboo] Ab Kya bolu. Nahi bol sakta. :).  "An enigma very hard to explain".  Do get to the tennis pro-circuit. And live life as you have been living till now. Aaj subeh srsly man kiya ke waapas chala jau Bombay :). Seemed nature was conspiring and didn't want me here.&lt;br /&gt;How was the presentation besides ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse this is not the last blog. But it marks the end of a milestone. I plan to stay away from the comp a while when I get to Chennai. Plan to run a lot, play a lot, read a lot, not get into close relationships :), do what i used to do in my school days. Its tough to part once these bonds develop; that is what i have discovered these last couple of days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-115211752995940630?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/115211752995940630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=115211752995940630&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115211752995940630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115211752995940630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2006/07/to-all-of-you.html' title='To all of you'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-115205894636938751</id><published>2006-07-04T16:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:41:40.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>Hopefully I will be graduating today. After the presentation in the evening today, I will know for certain. Still performing a few simulations, my last piece of research here in IIT (assuming I graduate).&lt;br /&gt;One of my professors met me today and gave me a beautiful card. It had a picture of IIT Bombay (in the '70s). Amazing shot, I took some time to comprehend the hostels and other places of IIT in the snap. And that is because IIT has changed such a lot in these 30 years (And mark my words : It has nothing to do with the processor speed or the CPU as some might think.)&lt;br /&gt;I have to do a lot of things in these last 2-3 days and I don't know where to start. I hate this part ! where you have to sort out everything before leaving a place but I do hope I get to do it often enough in life.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed I have been missing my school a lot in the past few days. I don't know why ? All that I have been discussing with my friends has been my school memories. Even blogging abt my school days; turning people nostalgic :)&lt;br /&gt;I have been ruminating on some philosophical issues as well. I was in a long discussion with a friend the other day. We were discussing whether Gandhi would ever be recongized or worshipped as a GOD. My views were that since Gandhi has scripted the story of his life quite boldly in his autobiography, the notion and the feeling of "GOD" shall never cling on to him. He will be considered a mortal human being; with people either liking him a lot or criticising him for his actions. Nice talk though led to no conclusions. No-one was ready to wither form the opinions we had in our minds even before the discussion started.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah Italy triumphed. All Germany supporters; I hope they are not sad. Germany was never expected to reach this far and they have truly given the world cup a lot with their passion for the game and the spirit with which they played. I would love to coach an Indian team someday and take them to the world cup finals. I was even thinking of the possible comments I could give in press conferences before/after matches.&lt;br /&gt;The week has been quite informative as well. I have learnt that a foreign trip awaits me in the future. It has been confirmed that i have a lot of enemies but on the contrary i would always lead a peaceful life without too many struggles ! All this at the stroke of a hand. Nice little piece of info ! Its fun to have a glimpse of the future.&lt;br /&gt;I think its time to sleep ! 4 more days to go and then I am off to Chennai ! What a transformation that would be. Looking forward to the venture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-115205894636938751?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/115205894636938751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=115205894636938751&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115205894636938751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115205894636938751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2006/07/reflections_04.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-115161260092913156</id><published>2006-06-29T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T14:08:23.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Gitanjali," or, as known by its English title, "Let my country awake"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;&lt;br /&gt;Where knowledge is free;&lt;br /&gt;Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;&lt;br /&gt;Where words come out from the depth of truth;&lt;br /&gt;Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;&lt;br /&gt;Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;&lt;br /&gt;Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action---&lt;br /&gt;Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful poem by Rabindrantah Tagore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of my school days. The day used to start with the morning assembly. This poem was read on a particular day of the weak after the national anthem had been sung by the students. It is the only "Thought for the day" which I vividly remember from my school days. It used to instill in me lots of love, passion for India. It had a certain aura to it and it made me proud of my nation everytime I heard it. I also remember that one day when I recited a poem in the assembly. I was very scared, my legs were trembling as I stepped out of a group of around 1000 students to recite the poem in front of the whole school. I really don't know how I fared; for once I started reciting the poem, I have no recollections of the pace at which I went or the words I spoke. It must have been OK, becuase I got a decent applause at the end of this effort. School days ! I wish I could go back to school. I am very exhausted becuase I have been typing my final stage report for the past 2-3 days. And though I wanted to sleep, the lovely poem just sweeped through my mind conjuring memories of my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh ! I remember this one time when participating in an inter-hostel debate, I had the guts to try out something afresh. The topic was "The World is heading towards self-destruction". Niharika madam helped me pen down the debate. I remember starting like this "Imagine myself as a bird, flying to different countries. Where shall I go? USA.... No way ! My children would then go to school, get arms and shoot each other. Horrifying. Or should I visit Chechnya ? On second thoughts no. The acid rain will destroy my wings" and so on. While I was debating, I tried to imitate the flapping of wings of a bird using my hands. The whole school rolled with laughter at this gesture. After the debate and before the results, the house master of DRH (min you i was in PH and it was an inter-hostel debate) walked up to me and shook my hand. He was moved by my performance. The judges were not, and when I returned to my class (shell schocked at having lost when I was expecting the first position) the whole class welcomed me by copying my flying gesture. It as in the air for a few days, the bird thing and then it died down. Thanks to Niharika Madam for giving me my best shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took part in an inter-class poetry competition and I recited a poem by TS Eliot. I remember the last line&lt;br /&gt;"And this is the way the world ends,&lt;br /&gt;This is the way the world ends,&lt;br /&gt;Not with a bang but a whimper".&lt;br /&gt;Again an outrageous performance applause everywhere but I lost; to the same girl who had won the debate the other day. She sang a poem on Macavity a mystery cat. It went something like this I reckon "Macavity, Macavity, u defy the laws of gravity". Sexy poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not tha i always lost. I won the inter-school zonal coding competition and brought back the trophy we had last few years back to our arch-rivals YPS Mohali. Oops ! I forgot to mention my school name, YPS Patiala. I also remember winning tennis matches for school and hostel. I ran in the 3000 metres race on the Athletics day for my hostel and came third. No mean achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a brilliant kid, no doubt,a perfect all-rounder. Sports, debates, poetry, academics, you name it I could excel in it. One thing I never had was friends. I just stayed away from everybody. I went to school by a bus. Attend all my classes, not bunk any of them as some of my batchmates did. I should have bunked one or two to hand out with them. Play tennis in the evenings. I had to improve on my tennis, so I couldn't spend the sports time meandering on with my friends, could I ? And then the zeal to top the class time and again. So i hurried home after school and got bac to homework immediately after some refreshments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was invited to birthday parties and I went to all of them. We used to play "hide and seek" and wait for the return gift when we knew the party was about to be over. I used to throw a party every year as well. I liked to entertain my friends by playing cricket with them. I didn't like "hide-and-seek" much. I remember on my 7th or 8th birthday. I received some 12-15 gifts. Almost 80% of them were pencil boxes. That was the cheapest sensible thing you could get to gift someone. It dawned to me that since the time I had been attending birthdays I had been gifting pencil boxes to my friends. OccassionallyI would gift a "Famour Five"/"Nancy Drew" books to the boys/girls respectively. It was a lesson; maybe I had inculcated the same habit in all my friends; it was the easy way out, wasn't it. From that day onwards, I never gifted pencil-boxes. I used to search for a good gift, spend time looking for it. relaised the importance of gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crushes! I had a few crushes. I can recollect 3. But thats it. I was the shy kind. I could never talk to any girl. I am still :). There was this one time when in class 5; in a midbreak brawl; one of the girls picked me up and threw me on a table. It was fun, those years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was caught cheating in 5th standard. That robbed me of the Best Junior school student trophy. I was again caught in 7th. It was my comp science teacher, Manvinder Sir. He just changed my seat and he was disappointed by my actions. I felt real embarassed. He was one person i was fond of. I have never ever cheated in an exam since then. That was the only semester in my 5 years of studying computer sceince at YPS when I got less than 99 in the subject. I rocked when it came to computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fight in 10th. I would call ita draw. I don't remember the cause we were fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes ! the food carnival in 8th. There was this day in 8th when all students were grouped into teams of 5 each and were aksed to get any home prepared dish to school. The idea was to prepare it yourself; not take help from the parents. But over the years, it had turned into an unsaid agreement that parents would prepare the dish and students would just decorate the dish. I think we prepared the "Russian Salad". Fabulous preparation, very tasty. It had beans and lots of other things (I can't recall today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of memories! Some on the mischeivious front. The best possible use of concave mirrors I have ever seen in my life. All that hustle when someone would bring one of those magazines to school. We would tear up pages; sit on the last bench and read the stories. Peeping into school bags when we had no right to do so. Typical Boyish stuff !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i entered my 10th class, I asked my parents to give me a vehicle so that I could drive to school instead of taking the school bus. They gave me my first vehicle, a luna (Panther was the make).  When i returned home at 5:00 in the evening, I was accompanied by my classmates on their Enfields, scooters and motorcycles. They would span the whole road and sing "Bade Bade pahiyo se badhi hai iski shaan, Panther, Panther". An advertisement on TV  those days for the Panther I proudly owned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was fun. I wish i could sleep tonite in the stadium of the school under a clear blue sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-115161260092913156?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/115161260092913156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=115161260092913156&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115161260092913156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115161260092913156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2006/06/gitanjali-or-as-known-by-its-english.html' title=''/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-115132885285013067</id><published>2006-06-26T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T06:34:12.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infatuations - extravagant, short-lived passion.</title><content type='html'>Following the FIFA World Cup and seeing it in the LT at IITB with some 100-200 more students is a lot of fun. The comments from the viewers are worth registering amongst one's memories. What is fun is the extravagant, short-lived passion all of us develop for the stars of a game. Just imagine; girls shouting Kaka, Messi, Becham,  Gerrard and cheering them on when they haven't ever been interested in soccer throughout their lifes. And its not just the girls. We get so emotionally attached to our favourite players within a game.  One of my freinds yesterday ditched a boozing session and one of the reasons attributed a win by England (which he did not desire). A lot of people root for Argentina, Brasil and get so attached that they stop appreciating the guile, craftsmanship and the moves of the opposition. I am no exception. I am a fan of England and I am happy on days when they play well. When they do not perform to expectations, I feel dejected, sullen. And i sometimes wonder why ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why i am so attached to England ? Why I would love to see the Englishman(clad in their lovely red attires)  win the World Cup ?  I have been following the game for what; 3-4 years; I have seen 100 odd matches; I have never seen the likes of Lahm, Podolski, Saviola, Tony, Maniche perform prior to this world cup and still I root for England without much knowledge of other teams. What is it that binds me to them and not to lets say Ecuador ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good play attracts lots of fans. Good looks supplementing good play absolutely captures the hearts of those watching the game. Kaka is an example. Ronaldinho and Kaka might perform at par but who would captures the hearts of those watching the game; Its Kaka. Strikers are more appealing than defenders atleast to the naive followers of the game. All infatuations. They disappear as soon as the performance slumps within a game or when the match is over. The names of players then rest on the status messages of many. Even mine at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I ponder, what binds a team( or a player) to a person who is watching the game for the first time !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-115132885285013067?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/115132885285013067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=115132885285013067&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115132885285013067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115132885285013067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2006/06/infatuations-extravagant-short-lived.html' title='Infatuations - extravagant, short-lived passion.'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-115075265645523089</id><published>2006-06-19T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:30:56.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whenever in doubt !</title><content type='html'>I have by my experience learnt a simple test. It has worked for me quite well, so would like to share it.  In relationships, I always used to be confused about the feelings of another person for me. I never could judge whether a person liked my company or not. And it seems very silly making a vain effort to strike a chord with someone when the other does not have any feelings for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did learn was that in such cases it is best to let the relation go loose. Do not try to indulge yourself in the company of the other! Sometimes it is also cool to not meet/talk with the person for a day or two. Then if there is true love and affection between the two hearts, the person will come back to you and the bond shall grow tighter. If you are not approached, a bond of the kind you imagined/wished for never existed in the first place and therefore do not continue with same effort as it will most likely lead to dejection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-115075265645523089?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/115075265645523089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=115075265645523089&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115075265645523089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115075265645523089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2006/06/whenever-in-doubt.html' title='Whenever in doubt !'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-115072248605840708</id><published>2006-06-19T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T06:08:06.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>A perception of the wannabe ? Where we can achieve everything we aspire to be !&lt;br /&gt;A relection of the inner state of mind. Sometimes, a guilt feeling for the wrongs we commit in broad day light ! At other times, elation for all that we have achieved during the day.&lt;br /&gt;An arena where we can expand our horizons, imagine the wildest of stuff such as dinosaurs chasing us down in our own homes or be a part of the X-MEN league.&lt;br /&gt;A place where we can set correct all our blemishes and faults !&lt;br /&gt;A revelation of the future, faintly perceptible and lacking clear delineation !&lt;br /&gt;And many a times, too abstract to be comprehended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-115072248605840708?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/115072248605840708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=115072248605840708&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115072248605840708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115072248605840708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2006/06/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-115056210002337202</id><published>2006-06-17T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T09:35:33.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the day</title><content type='html'>Only a brave man can stand in the wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-115056210002337202?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/115056210002337202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=115056210002337202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115056210002337202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115056210002337202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2006/06/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the day'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-115052578843014957</id><published>2006-06-16T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T23:30:48.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The whole wriggling thing</title><content type='html'>I have to wriggle out of this hole. My eyes want to rest and go off to sleep, I am listening to Chopseuy time and again, my heart wants to go on a drive ... but I know I must study today. What a predicament !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-115052578843014957?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/115052578843014957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=115052578843014957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115052578843014957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115052578843014957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2006/06/whole-wriggling-thing.html' title='The whole wriggling thing'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-115051780055893109</id><published>2006-06-16T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T21:16:40.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful morning</title><content type='html'>It got up at around 8:30 in the morning today. I had had some very bad dreams last night, I remember one of them quite vividly. It still sends a chill or two down my spine as I recollect it now. [But thats another story, will write on Dreams some day].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got up, I could hear the ever so pleasant voice of the raindrops outside my window. I came out of the  room to see a familiar sight. Greenery all around, outside my window, on the hill trudged many a times which takes us directly to Vihar lake, the hostel grounds, everything was lush green. I hope it rains a lot today and I wish this is the start of the rainy season I have been awaiting for so long. After all it might be my last feast of beautiful weather and lots of rain for a longggggggggg time to come. My room window provides a panaromic view in the rains and I am going to savour it for the 20 odd days I have  at IITB now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I am missing today is the aroma that fills up the atmosphere when it rains. The aroma of the wet mud, especially in the first few showers of the season. Its slowed down a bit and I am off to take a walk in this rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Rain Goddess for everything. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-115051780055893109?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/115051780055893109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=115051780055893109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115051780055893109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115051780055893109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2006/06/beautiful-morning.html' title='Beautiful morning'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-115030963675049317</id><published>2006-06-14T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T22:04:27.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships - The script of my life</title><content type='html'>Something which I have been trying to comprehend for the last 5-6 years now. They are a complex web. An understanding of most of the relationships in my life has defied me till now. I have lost some of the dearest ones since I have not been able to understand the bond I have had with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships can be categorised into 3 broad categories. If there is another kind, i still haven't experienced it or I don't remember having experienced it.&lt;br /&gt;1) The first one I guess is the one we have with our parents, grandparents and other close relatives. As one friend put it aptly, its "infinite parental love" bestowed in such relationships. No complaints there, the advice/care i have received from my parents has always been the best. Another friend remarked a few days back that when we travel away from our homes (especially the boys) we tend to move a bit away from our parents. The fact that we begin to make our own decisions (sometimes adverse ones such as oversleeping/over-eating/not staying very clean), gives us an air of freedom not usually enjoyed at home. In the wake of all this, advice from parents to mend our ways seems irritating and unwanted for. And most of the students like me move away from home in their adolescence. In my case, such circumstances occassional trigger an outburst of anger on the phone and a guilty conscience follows suit.&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue how parents feel when their children quarrel with them for no reasons at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The second one is our relationships with our friends. This has two subdivisons for me&lt;br /&gt;a) Friends I always believe I cannot live without :- This is by far the most complex one for me. I have had a few such relationships which can be categorised into this domain. These have more or less scripted the past 5 years of my life. Some of them are now over, it seems finished forever. And when such bonds have been broken, they have always brought me a lot of pain, sadness and suffering. Those are the times I remember mostly today. I dont know why ? They have taught me a lot none-the-less. Possessiveness is one quality of mine which has made me suffer dearly. I have learnt a universal truth "Never get too close to people. From a distance apart, all that is visible are the good characterisitcs of someone's nature. As you get closer, you tend to start noticing the shortcomings and the imperfections in others" (Caution : These imperfections might exist only in your perspective, but then isn't that what matters the most.)&lt;br /&gt;What I had forgotten is the immeasurable joy I experienced when these relationships were maturing and the friendship bond was getting stronger. This I can interpret from the hapiness I extract today by the development of new such relationships in my life today. In the last year of so, I have found bliss in the company of some of people i barely knew an year back. And while I was getting to know these people I remembered the good times I have had with some of my friends in the past (whose only memory brings me pain and sadness otherwise). Its not that i can't keep friends forever. Ones who have understood me and acclimitised to my shortcomings, have been steady friends forever. As i close my eyes and reflect on the past, i remember the bike drives, the trudge to Chinkos, the discussions we had in the late night, tennis, the most useful advice sessions, the testimonials on Orkut, the booze sessions, the bonfire on wing roof-top, the trek to Naneghat and Mahuli, the extraordinary night when we had Chivas Regal, the summer of 2003 (marked by pocket tanks and EP lab), the trip to Goa, the bike trip to Pune, PAF work (especially Khrashein), the watch i bought, the soup I had at a friend's place with the most comforting advice ever, the valfi ..... "MYSTIC EXPERIENCES" they were, most essential for self-actualization.&lt;br /&gt;b) Friends I can live without :- The most coolest of relationships. The most beautiful aspect of such relationships is the lack of expectation on the part of the parties involved. Would like to say here that all my relationships with friends lie in this domain at the start. It is from here that they mature and stronger ties develop over a period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Love :- I was browsing through Orkut when I read a befitting quote " Single = Happy. But sometimes you want to opt for happier". There is not a stronger feeling in the world as I have realised. It propels you to do the craziest of things. Better than to love is the feeling of being loved by someone. The path is not always easy as there are frequent quarrels and lots of expectations. It also seems apt that every good thing has to come to an end. It did finish all of a sudden. And it has left me some of the most craziest and delightful memories. There was a time when i loved to love her, now I love her loss, later on I will love her thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A complex web, indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-115030963675049317?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/115030963675049317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=115030963675049317&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115030963675049317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115030963675049317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2006/06/relationships-script-of-my-life.html' title='Relationships - The script of my life'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-115010786821019290</id><published>2006-06-12T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T03:30:16.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday morning !</title><content type='html'>I dont think so I would have a more enjoyable Monday morning for years. A night out watching soccer followed by "V for Vendetta", dosas at Maddu, tea at Main Gate, cricket in the institute main ground. However, it wouldn't have been so special had it just finished there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, in the 7th over when I got out, (as if it had a relationship with my dismissal), it began to rain. We ran for shelter to the Gym in the SAC. We were waiting for the rain to stop hoping we would be ble to continue our game. The rain only got fiercer and the chances of completing the match began to wither away. At that time, I, Mahesh and Candy decided to step on to the field and have some fun. We went to the pitch (which was almost puddled) and inspected the track giving our expert comments. I had seen one of the commentators using his keys to estimate the softness of the track and I followed suit. We had tennis balls and we started taking catched diving to our sides splashing in the water that was beginning to collect on the outfield. It was sheer delight as I had been waiting for the rains to arrive and I had missed the first few showers of the season last-to-last week. It rained for around an hour and in that hour, I also managed a small 5-10 minutes drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an enjoyable Monday morning !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-115010786821019290?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/115010786821019290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=115010786821019290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115010786821019290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115010786821019290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2006/06/monday-morning.html' title='Monday morning !'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-115002678659682345</id><published>2006-06-11T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T04:53:06.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 - 2 - 1 Execute</title><content type='html'>Warning : Do not read this if you are planning to se M-I-III in the coming few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was fun just like the first two M-I movies. It had more action and the stunts were better. When compared with other stunt action-packed movies, M-I-III provides a more realistic, a more natural and gritty feeling. Tom Cruise was at his best in doing what he does best. The sprint in the end was awesome, the action scenes on a bridge very exciting,  but what stole the show for me was the jump from an 80 feet building. Tom Cruise is one person who does his stunts himself, and would have made an excellent stuntman  had he trudged that path and not taken up acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the gadgets as well as the use of technology. Absolutely superb. They always leave me wondering as to whether such state of the art sophisticated weaponry truly exists. I hope it does and all this not just a manifestation of the writer's or the action director's mind. Unique were the 4 guns in the first scene, controlled remotely, taking out all the terrorists in a building. The whole exercise seemd to simulate an entire  army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how can I not mention Maggie Q. If in a  team of 4 agents, if there is one girl, then she is definitely there for some purpose. Maggie Q looks beautiful, not only in her agent costumes but also the ravishing dress she wears on a mission in Italy. And don't get me started about her car on the mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a thrilling experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-115002678659682345?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/115002678659682345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=115002678659682345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115002678659682345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/115002678659682345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2006/06/3-2-1-execute.html' title='3 - 2 - 1 Execute'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-114991797046022681</id><published>2006-06-09T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T22:39:30.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Violin Saga - Summarizing my last 5 years at IIT</title><content type='html'>A violin played in the blistering sun,&lt;br /&gt;The whole world listened to its melodious song,&lt;br /&gt;The violin had a home where it played,&lt;br /&gt;Its voice clearly audible to the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, it stepped out from its place,&lt;br /&gt;With blessings of all it rode its luck,&lt;br /&gt;Started playing at a different place,&lt;br /&gt;Failed to sing a melodious song,&lt;br /&gt;the violin it seems had lost its touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With patches of happiness and patches of trust,&lt;br /&gt;With times of confused sadness and mistrust,&lt;br /&gt;For 5 yrs, the violin played,&lt;br /&gt;Trying its best to rock the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mastered different songs for different occasions,&lt;br /&gt;It did gain a lot, learnt the ways of the world,&lt;br /&gt;However, with a melancholy air it ponders,&lt;br /&gt;Was the journey worth the effort?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-114991797046022681?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/114991797046022681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=114991797046022681&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/114991797046022681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/114991797046022681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2006/06/violin-saga-summarizing-my-last-5.html' title='The Violin Saga - Summarizing my last 5 years at IIT'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-114991607858086403</id><published>2006-06-09T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T22:08:03.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The thrill of playing morning cricket</title><content type='html'>The last few days have been quite extraordinary. Here I am, still at my insti while many of my friends (and to be colleagues) are having a ball at Sonar Bangla, ITC. It was a huge disappointment not being able to join ITC in June itself; especially when I have been waiting for my job to start  for quite some time now. I mean, how long can a person stay at one place doing similar stuff all the year around and frankly speaking, not doing anything at all for most part of the year ? Its not that I have been leading a mundane lifestyle, but I feel a change of place and work would be better for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the background of all this, I have started playing cricket in the mornings. It actually began yesterday when I had boozed all night and was thus awake in the morning when some of my enthu hostelmates were leaving for cricket. I joined the group only to make a real mockery of myself barely able to stand on the field. What was fun was the the thrilling finish to the match yesterday, the match being settled in the last over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would have marked the end of my cricketing days at IIT had it not been for a lovely junior who came to my room in the morning today at around 6:00 to wake me up for the day's play. A lot of things rolled through my mind then. The initial inclination was to have a nice sleep. I do not have an inkling what drove me to get up and get ready for cricket. I reached the field just in time for the game to start. We won the toss and I opened. The idea was to stick around for the initial 4-5 overs and then start throwing my bat around (It was a 12 overs game). The bowling was preety decent and I was not at my best. Singles came in plenty and boundaries were scarce. When i departed (thanks to an over-timed shot) the score was 25 in 6 overs. It was  a good start by all means and we ended up with 63 in 12 overs. We bowled well except for the occassionaly bad over, but it was the sloppy fielding (and more importantly the casual attitude of some of the team members) that led us down. We lost in the last over of the match, by 1 wicket. There were umpteen good deliveries in the last few overs, all beating the batsmen but none uprooting the stumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was always my dream to play cricket on a  proper pitch with all the proper cricketing equipment  (the head gears, the pads and so on). I have got closer as I am now beginning to play on large grounds with good players.  The adrelinine rush while chasing a ball, the eagerness to field well, set good fields; everything is so very thrilling and enticing. More importantly, the last week or so has very enjoyable and strangely, I have not missed not being at ITC. I attribute that to morning cricket, which has added a new dimension to my  last few days at IIT (dominated mostly by my DDP, Orkutting and regular boozing). Come 10th July and I shall be joining ITC. Hope I can play some good knocks by then and develop my cricketing skills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-114991607858086403?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/114991607858086403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=114991607858086403&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/114991607858086403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/114991607858086403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2006/06/thrill-of-playing-morning-cricket.html' title='The thrill of playing morning cricket'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-114977921341551913</id><published>2006-06-08T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T08:06:53.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fanaa &amp; The Doors</title><content type='html'>For the last 4 days, I have listened to either Fanaa or the Doors. Liking the music of Fanaa is I believe a temporary phase. I have liked much of Hindi music in the past listening to some of the melodies repeatedly for days together ! But the passion for Hindi music has always died down eventually.  The Doors on the contrary have been evergreen. Since I first listened to Doors some 3 years back, I have always relished their music and their songs. And liked them on all occassions, on times when i have been insanely drunk and very happy to times when I have been dejected and sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-114977921341551913?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/114977921341551913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=114977921341551913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/114977921341551913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/114977921341551913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2006/06/fanaa-doors.html' title='Fanaa &amp; The Doors'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-114977650118706332</id><published>2006-06-08T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T08:25:52.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Templates</title><content type='html'>Templates ! I do spend a lot of time selecting my templates; be it for an official presentation or my personal web-page. I guess the template selection should be able to convey some information about a person. I have attended presentations and many a times, my interest in a presentation has been turned off by the sheer choice of the template in the background! Its actually silly when you do not concentrate on the information in the slide but rather appreciate/criticise the template. And yes, I have fallen to pray to this silliness often !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly attracts a person to a particular template! I would love to know. I always like darker ones. Especially ones with a bluish black tinge to them. The sky blue ones also appeal a lot. I guess blue appeals to me more than any other colour! But again, Why so ? I ridicule when people choose green templates with leaves in the background. Or the traditional white ones, they appear dull to me. But then, there is always the chance that many in the past would have pondered at my choice of bluish-black templates and would have been swept away by a wave of similar ridiculousness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-114977650118706332?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/114977650118706332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=114977650118706332&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/114977650118706332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/114977650118706332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2006/06/templates.html' title='Templates'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-114976297071332781</id><published>2006-06-08T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T03:39:57.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Cup</title><content type='html'>Its almost time. The world cup starts on the Friday, the 9th. I have been waiting for it reading newspaper articles everyday trying to follow the cup. The articles in the Times, on the sports page, typically with the headline being the countdown to the World Cup, lie in my room. I must say that my knowledge about the game and some of the icons of the game has improved drastically in the past year or so. I attribute that to my college life wherein I have spent some time discussing soccer players and probable teams which have it in them to run away with the cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not surprising that almost everyone believes Brazil will win the cup. The whole Champion's league has been dominated by the likes of Ronaldinko, Kaka, Adriano, Robinho, Lucio, Edmilson, Cafu and Roberto Carlos. However, i am a bit apprehensive about the performance when all these greats play besides each other. Can the best in the world play like a team not aiming primarily towards personal glorification? The answer is pretty close with Brazil knicking off against Croatia in the ensuing week. If they manage to do that; I personally feel only England has the potential to stop the Brazilians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people might not agree with that. But i do have faith in English defenders. Neville, Campbell, Ferdinand, Terry are some of the best defenders in the game. And if they can not stop Brasil, I believe no-one can. You always expect the Brasilians to score a few, and in such circumstances, an attacking midfield with Gerrard, Lampard, Cole and Becham is always handy. I am not sure if England will win the Cup. These big tournaments are a totally different ball game with all teams almost equally strong and one lucky strike can help the minnows take out the favourites. And then my lack of the knowledge of the potential of many strong sides such as Germany and Holland is a huge enough deterrent to comment on the outcome of the Cup. But I strongly believe that if England go on to face Brasil sometime in the championship, the English will cruise through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus we are all set. The slates have been wiped clean and the quest for global glory is open to all 32 qualifiers. As I said, Its almost time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-114976297071332781?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/114976297071332781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=114976297071332781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/114976297071332781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/114976297071332781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup.html' title='The World Cup'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-114975617479668902</id><published>2006-06-08T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T02:16:00.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday night</title><content type='html'>A very interesting way to end an otherwise mundane day. My most enjoyable treat at Pizza Hut, Ice-cream at Naturals, a Martini and Margerita shared with an enterprising junior, and a not so expected dinner at Aura's. The "Get slim" campaign has taken a serious blow with alcohol consumption in the last three days. None-the -less, each of the nights has left me with some vivid memories to cherish forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-114975617479668902?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/114975617479668902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=114975617479668902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/114975617479668902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/114975617479668902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2006/06/yesterday-night.html' title='Yesterday night'/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29422014.post-114975164423236654</id><published>2006-06-08T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T00:27:24.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My first blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29422014-114975164423236654?l=the-present-self.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/feeds/114975164423236654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29422014&amp;postID=114975164423236654&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/114975164423236654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29422014/posts/default/114975164423236654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-present-self.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-first-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Bikram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01333499626079584580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaGa6fz6Dh0/TSHcd9nttMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ00eakh0PE/S220/b.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
