<?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-7317519953376917768</id><updated>2011-11-28T05:24:36.856+05:30</updated><category term='movie'/><category term='HiFi'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Ride'/><category term='DNA'/><category term='Bike'/><category term='trip'/><category term='Avenger'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>its raining</title><subtitle type='html'>i'm not sugar, i wont melt</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7317519953376917768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vijai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10287246402167007855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SLuJcUdcqXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RVz2yxrTV4Y/S220/Vj.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7317519953376917768.post-5955570345259346872</id><published>2009-12-13T04:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-13T04:44:51.939+05:30</updated><title type='text'>its raining tweets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Hi Frinds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was away from blogger as I hooked to Twitter. And now my twitter is linked with my blog. So I shall be tweet-logging from now on . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7317519953376917768-5955570345259346872?l=whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com/feeds/5955570345259346872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7317519953376917768&amp;postID=5955570345259346872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7317519953376917768/posts/default/5955570345259346872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7317519953376917768/posts/default/5955570345259346872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-raining-tweets.html' title='its raining tweets'/><author><name>vijai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10287246402167007855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SLuJcUdcqXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RVz2yxrTV4Y/S220/Vj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7317519953376917768.post-2354044486467217930</id><published>2009-03-21T21:17:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:05:22.307+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HiFi'/><title type='text'>Am I suffering?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some days ago I was talking to my good old friend over a coffee. As we were chatting he asked me “en magaa, en plan’u life alli munde?” (What are your plans for the future?) I told him, I want to give my family the best what ever I can and want to enjoy the life. And as we moved on our casual talk made me think... &amp;amp; rethink on some of the matters…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can’t I give my family &amp;amp; myself best things? Yes I can. I earn pretty decent salary. Over the weekend I go to best restaurant, I watch movie at multiplexes, I wear branded clothes. Once in two months I go for outings, like to have coffees at good coffee shops and buy best electronic gadgets. And yes, I get Gunda designer wears; buy my appa imported perfumes etc... Hmm I don’t feel I waste money or I am a spend theft. I only spend on the necessary things, just that my standards are high. On this my friend told “en machaa, neevella Hi-Fi”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is that true? Am I suffering from &lt;strong&gt;Hi-Fi syndrome&lt;/strong&gt; for the want of best world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did I set my bar bit too high that I am finding it difficult to adjust with anything less than top-class? My spending was almost equal to my earnings with a bit of savings during my early carrier. My thought was over the years my salary will increase and so I would save more as my expenditure would remain same. But that was my misconception; I only have some savings just to meet my IT needs. And now my fresh plans needs seem like big problems… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I may not be alone. Many around me may be suffering from this – guy goes for Sony TV when you have other lesser priced TV’s in market; buy pants/shirts cause there is a good sale, not cause he needs them right now; takes flight back to native when he has train/road options; spends a lot on functions saying “its once-in-a-lifetime affair”; goes for a car though his current need is just a bike… the list goes on… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is the solution lies in controlling the expenditure? May not be, as there may not be too many expenses but the ones we spend on will be BIG. Can the income growth compensate this? I don’t think so; higher we earn, higher we raise the bar and greater would be our problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you people agree this is a syndrome then I hope you too agree that only the realization and concentrated effort would take us out from this disorder. But still don’t know why, though I have Bajaj Avenger, and would be booking Scooty Streak next week for Gunda, I am planning to buy a car by May this year…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7317519953376917768-2354044486467217930?l=whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com/feeds/2354044486467217930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7317519953376917768&amp;postID=2354044486467217930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7317519953376917768/posts/default/2354044486467217930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7317519953376917768/posts/default/2354044486467217930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com/2009/03/am-i-suffering.html' title='Am I suffering?'/><author><name>vijai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10287246402167007855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SLuJcUdcqXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RVz2yxrTV4Y/S220/Vj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7317519953376917768.post-6262984327060289962</id><published>2009-02-23T22:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:28:47.033+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DNA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>“If your idea is great, people will find you”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a very interesting point made by Seth Godin in his book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Small is the New Big"&lt;/span&gt;. And nothing clears this better than the huge success of Slumdog Millionaire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I read an article in DNA few days ago to see some of the unknown facts about Slumdog Millionaire. As I couldn’t get the link to that article I am sharing what I remember today. Could you think if the movie has not seen a theatrical release? Yes, it’s almost going to happen when the US studio with the theatrical distribution rights worth around $5 million shut down in mid of 2008. Hence the studio thought of releasing Slumdog Millionaire directly on DVD. Luckily in August’08 Fox bought 50% stake in the movie which finally released in the US sometime in Nov’08 in just 10 theatres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First week grossed just $350K and gradually the “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;word of mouth&lt;/span&gt;” picked up and in Feb’09 the movie grossed $68.5 million having played in over 1400 theatres. This movie took around $15 million to produce and now expected to cross $100 million after winning 8 academy awards out of 10 nominations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The point author makes here is that in this day &amp;amp; age, if the idea behind a product is good and it enters the market at appropriate time then there is a good chance of huge buyers. The reason is the “word of mouth”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I like a product, I may blog, I may SMS, call, email my friends to pass the message. So a good idea always spreads and many times without a big bang launch of the product.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So now the next logical question would be “How can I/we know that an idea is good?” Think on … and do share the product you know in the market which had a similar start and is/was a big hit…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[Thank you DNA for such a good article]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7317519953376917768-6262984327060289962?l=whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com/feeds/6262984327060289962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7317519953376917768&amp;postID=6262984327060289962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7317519953376917768/posts/default/6262984327060289962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7317519953376917768/posts/default/6262984327060289962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-your-idea-is-great-people-will-find.html' title='“If your idea is great, people will find you”'/><author><name>vijai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10287246402167007855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SLuJcUdcqXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RVz2yxrTV4Y/S220/Vj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7317519953376917768.post-7953485543318813542</id><published>2009-02-14T22:33:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:10:03.071+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><title type='text'>a visual treat @ nandi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My recent visit to Nandi hills was more than a long foggy ride on my bike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We reached &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the hill top bit late by around 6:20am and missed the early sun rise. But as usual this time too Nandi Hill presented us with some nice visual treats. And in this visit I haven’t forgot to take my camera with me. Couple of below are captured by my lens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SZb9TLaCNYI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/YEY5bGqr9gk/s1600-h/DSC02221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SZb9TLaCNYI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/YEY5bGqr9gk/s320/DSC02221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302704117196666242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;an early morning view from top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SZb9TRjXLHI/AAAAAAAAAvY/6I8sqV9mrrU/s1600-h/DSC02298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SZb9TRjXLHI/AAAAAAAAAvY/6I8sqV9mrrU/s320/DSC02298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302704118846401650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hide-and-go-seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SZb9ToaZ1ZI/AAAAAAAAAvg/NKXzl6MIzIQ/s1600-h/DSC02266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SZb9ToaZ1ZI/AAAAAAAAAvg/NKXzl6MIzIQ/s320/DSC02266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302704124982842770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;inner light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SZb9T9SMNcI/AAAAAAAAAvo/W3xRl6sir3c/s1600-h/DSC02310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SZb9T9SMNcI/AAAAAAAAAvo/W3xRl6sir3c/s320/DSC02310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302704130585540034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mon-key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SZb9UO-BHqI/AAAAAAAAAvw/J7gko8gtHqo/s1600-h/DSC02269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SZb9UO-BHqI/AAAAAAAAAvw/J7gko8gtHqo/s320/DSC02269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302704135332765346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buddha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7317519953376917768-7953485543318813542?l=whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com/feeds/7953485543318813542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7317519953376917768&amp;postID=7953485543318813542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7317519953376917768/posts/default/7953485543318813542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7317519953376917768/posts/default/7953485543318813542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com/2009/02/visual-treat-nandi.html' title='a visual treat @ nandi'/><author><name>vijai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10287246402167007855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SLuJcUdcqXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RVz2yxrTV4Y/S220/Vj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SZb9TLaCNYI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/YEY5bGqr9gk/s72-c/DSC02221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7317519953376917768.post-3636266442661570126</id><published>2008-09-21T01:30:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:05:34.828+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Getting older isn't so bad when you consider the alternative</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last week was full of birthdays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It started with my three closest buddy’s b’de; on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;13&lt;/span&gt;th &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.co.in/Main#Profile.aspx?origin=is&amp;amp;uid=996604078101834998"&gt;ili&lt;/a&gt; got older by a year and on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;th the other two (&lt;a href="http://whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com/2008/09/914-bash.html"&gt;see in my previous blog&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;15&lt;/span&gt;th was my brother &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.co.in/Main#FriendsList.aspx?uid=9212385939332379260"&gt;Rohit’s&lt;/a&gt; b’de. For him, old age is always 15 years older than him. He is a happy man as he gonna be a father pretty soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Birthday surprises are the best part of a birthday celebration. I and gunda were part of the celebration at Pavan’s house on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;17&lt;/span&gt;th (morning 00:00am) for pepi’s birthday. I still remember that beautiful smile on pepi’s face after that surprise. I feel surprises make them feel all more special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I could only wish Divya (gunda’s cousin) through phone as she celebrated her birthday in Belgum on the same day - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had tasted DBC (death by chocolate) at Corner House many times. But at &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.co.in/Main#FriendsList.aspx?uid=9212385939332379260"&gt;Pavan&lt;/a&gt;’s b’de night (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;19&lt;/span&gt;th) for the 1st time I had DBC cake. It’s a layered chocolate cake, with fudge and chocolate mousse between those layers hhuuummmm!!!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;th was also one my best frnds birthday. &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.co.in/Main#FriendsList.aspx?uid=9212385939332379260"&gt;Rais&lt;/a&gt;, I am really sorry I couldn’t call you and wish. He is one guy who never misses to call/wish on my birthday from where ever he is; that to at 00:00am IST (IST cause from last 2-3 years he calling from US). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;19&lt;/span&gt;th was my colleague Abhi’s birthday. And this is what we (@ HP) planned to order for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SNVYNfv-hhI/AAAAAAAAAsE/sgPduir1d7w/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SNVYNfv-hhI/AAAAAAAAAsE/sgPduir1d7w/s320/image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248197929654453778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As we came to know that - this is what he is in to now-a-days; after reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;an article “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;women are attracted to muscular men&lt;/span&gt;”…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish you lots and lots of happiness.. I love you all very much.. You are all very special to me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Birthday.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;njoy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7317519953376917768-3636266442661570126?l=whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com/feeds/3636266442661570126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7317519953376917768&amp;postID=3636266442661570126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7317519953376917768/posts/default/3636266442661570126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7317519953376917768/posts/default/3636266442661570126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com/2008/09/getting-older-isnt-so-bad-when-you.html' title='Getting older isn&apos;t so bad when you consider the alternative'/><author><name>vijai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10287246402167007855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SLuJcUdcqXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RVz2yxrTV4Y/S220/Vj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SNVYNfv-hhI/AAAAAAAAAsE/sgPduir1d7w/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7317519953376917768.post-4280651786760784898</id><published>2008-09-12T21:47:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-21T02:02:05.109+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>9/14 .. bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; are the inspiration in me when I have lost all hope,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but then bring out a world inside of me that I never knew I had... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;they &lt;/span&gt;are my strength, smile and joy ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;they &lt;/span&gt;are my world... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; are my best friends... &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sud &amp;amp; jumma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and 14th Sept is their B'day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SMqZa__2SxI/AAAAAAAAArY/5MxkTk0g2-Q/s1600-h/wdwta-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SMqZa__2SxI/AAAAAAAAArY/5MxkTk0g2-Q/s320/wdwta-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245173405161245458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SMqaeuvziQI/AAAAAAAAArg/bwQSrDVJ3rk/s1600-h/100_0304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SMqaeuvziQI/AAAAAAAAArg/bwQSrDVJ3rk/s320/100_0304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245174568761657602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's a day worth many to-morrows... so waiting for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;bash&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;9/14 bash&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7317519953376917768-4280651786760784898?l=whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com/feeds/4280651786760784898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7317519953376917768&amp;postID=4280651786760784898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7317519953376917768/posts/default/4280651786760784898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7317519953376917768/posts/default/4280651786760784898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com/2008/09/914-bash.html' title='9/14 .. bash'/><author><name>vijai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10287246402167007855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SLuJcUdcqXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RVz2yxrTV4Y/S220/Vj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SMqZa__2SxI/AAAAAAAAArY/5MxkTk0g2-Q/s72-c/wdwta-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7317519953376917768.post-8630643944983718579</id><published>2008-09-10T20:17:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:40:06.902+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avenger'/><title type='text'>Me, My Bike and 20000</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You ride once a month, once a week or once a day; you ride 10kms, 100kms or 10000kms; you ride a sports bike or a cruiser; you’re old, young or som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ewhere in-between; you’re male or female; be a rider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; or pillion rider; once you start riding… once you cross the line… there is nothing that will make you stop…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;23rd Feb’06, I bought my first bike; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bajaj Avenger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yes t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e same “I feel like god” bike. Every time I ride, it will be special.. it will be better.. th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;rilling..  every ride will be different from the other.. but definitely the bike “avenger” makes you feel sp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ecial.. may be feel like god &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SMfhxCIIo2I/AAAAAAAAAgg/EilfJ2FsWLs/s1600-h/Avenger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SMfhxCIIo2I/AAAAAAAAAgg/EilfJ2FsWLs/s320/Avenger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244408523597063010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One my ride to Nandihills made me feel very special. It was early January, we started at around 4:30am so that we reach hill top before the sunrise. The heavy mist on our way made it look like we are sailing through the clouds. We were at the top and were waiting for the god (Sun). As I saw the sun rising, I realized that in that heavenly sky, hill top, chilling weather, sun was like rescuing me free. The feeling of the sun rising in that place worth everything; the wait, the ride. At that moment nothing mattered me; it made me feel for a second that I was God…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=y10OJ1pNW3o"&gt;Avenger Ad&lt;/a&gt; said, Forgive All and feel like God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“I forgive my father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I forgive women,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I forgive my boss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I forgive the government,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I forgive my barber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I forgive my past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I forgive them all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Feel Like God.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Isn’t our life worth forgiving others?  Isn’t our life worth feeling like God… deserves a thought right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And today when I see …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SMfiGNr2RzI/AAAAAAAAAgo/kgicbVpsIVw/s1600-h/DSC00588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SMfiGNr2RzI/AAAAAAAAAgo/kgicbVpsIVw/s320/DSC00588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244408887476897586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I feel I had many chances to feel like God… but don’t know how far I felt…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7317519953376917768-8630643944983718579?l=whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com/feeds/8630643944983718579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7317519953376917768&amp;postID=8630643944983718579' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7317519953376917768/posts/default/8630643944983718579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7317519953376917768/posts/default/8630643944983718579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-my-bike-and-20000.html' title='Me, My Bike and 20000'/><author><name>vijai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10287246402167007855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SLuJcUdcqXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RVz2yxrTV4Y/S220/Vj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SMfhxCIIo2I/AAAAAAAAAgg/EilfJ2FsWLs/s72-c/Avenger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7317519953376917768.post-7740995380747450886</id><published>2008-08-31T22:11:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:15:29.336+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just 12 minutes job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Many said the extraction would take more than half an hour. But for me it took just 12 minutes. The doctor who operated me was a craft man. He took my wisdom out with an ease. Thank u doctor… Only the night of the surgery I got swelling, and it got reduced with in next two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I loved my plumpy face for those two days (though only on left side). My parents too would have loved it as they always wanted me to be chubby. But I never fulfilled there wish. Gunda took very good care of me. She was no different from Gandhari, who after the marriage with Dritharashtra, the blind king, put a blindfold for the rest of her life so that she will not have an advantage over her husband. Gunda too was on full Ice-Cream diet for whole day after my surgery as I was advised by doctor to have more Ice-Creams to stop bleeding &amp;amp; swelling. Pativrute ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And about wisdom … I am still wise; I still have two more wisdom’s to loose  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7317519953376917768-7740995380747450886?l=whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com/feeds/7740995380747450886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7317519953376917768&amp;postID=7740995380747450886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7317519953376917768/posts/default/7740995380747450886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7317519953376917768/posts/default/7740995380747450886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-12-minutes-job.html' title='Just 12 minutes job'/><author><name>vijai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10287246402167007855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SLuJcUdcqXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RVz2yxrTV4Y/S220/Vj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7317519953376917768.post-2390061937547126913</id><published>2008-08-07T23:12:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:30:47.093+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I want to Loose Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not a good idea. I know :(. But I am not left with any choice. Wisdom is of no use if it curbs one’s strength. If I have to relate myself (my wisdom) with others* in this world, I say people are different from one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wisdom probably would have helped others* in leading their life. Even it would have given an edge in enjoying in their life to the fullest. They* say it was gods gift and their fortune that they had wisdom, and was passed to me. If this was such an advantage for them*, then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why do I want to loose it?&lt;/span&gt; It may have helped them*, but not for me. They were happy having wisdom, but I don’t have room to fit them in me. It’s now “impacted”—stuck; I want to get rid of it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am getting my wisdom teeth removed tomorrow. It started paining, and then I started getting wise about wisdom (teeth). As its started pressing into the surrounding gum, oral surgeon suggested removal. With no choice left, I am going in for the extraction (a simple small surgery; as told by surgeon) tomorrow evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All above I was citing others (*) for our ancestors and the adv they had with the wisdom teeth. But the same boon is now pain for me/us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wish me &amp;amp; please pray for me … and yes you can come home to see me. I may not (am sure will not) be able to talk to you but I will try with my dumb charades skills ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7317519953376917768-2390061937547126913?l=whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com/feeds/2390061937547126913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7317519953376917768&amp;postID=2390061937547126913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7317519953376917768/posts/default/2390061937547126913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7317519953376917768/posts/default/2390061937547126913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-want-to-loose-wisdom.html' title='I want to Loose Wisdom'/><author><name>vijai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10287246402167007855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SLuJcUdcqXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RVz2yxrTV4Y/S220/Vj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7317519953376917768.post-4487763941156752310</id><published>2008-07-07T22:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:50:17.851+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the % game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was the end of fifth working day or can say it’s a weekend kick off. I wanted to relax the whole eve, and I was left only with tata-sky. As I was running through the channels, Aamir Khan stopped me. He was in dilemma while deciding between beautiful or the intelligent bride. The audiences were with beautiful gals but Aamir was still not convinced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, Aamir was the guest at the Sony’s 10 Ka Dum with host Salman. And the question to him was “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What % of men likes to marry a beautiful lady over an intelligent lady?&lt;/span&gt;” Aamir finally closed his guess in the array of 40-60 %. But to win, his guess should couple with the Indian’s survey result on this question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I started thinking at the question, but ceased my mouth as Gunda was around. Any of my guess would have got me a piercing gaze ;). I being diplomatic said my decision will be based on love; I wouldn’t marry a girl just cause she very beautiful or intelligent. She gave me a puzzled look and went into kitchen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assume that you are an eligible bachelor who is about to get married. For your bride whom will you choose; a smart intelligent girl or a dull beautiful girl? Have you ever thought about it? Will you go with a beautiful lady, thinking you can train her to make her smart? Or an intelligent lady thinking you can groom her to look beautiful. If you are lured by beauty, then how about the character?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back to the game of %. Aamir was playing for a noble cause, and correct answer to this question will get him 10 lakhs for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saraswati Vidya Mandir&lt;/span&gt;. Indian men thought in his favor, only 42% of men said they prefer beauty over intelligence. Well done Aamir…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I started googling on this and was amazed to find that there are more beautiful women then there are handsome men. According to the study &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“good-looking parents are 36% more likely to have a baby daughter as their first child than a baby son”&lt;/span&gt;. Don’t looking further I came to know that getting a beautiful girl is not that hard :). Further digging led me to the cloud nine. A research paper said &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“beautiful people are more intelligent”&lt;/span&gt;. The evidence was short and sweet… intelligent men are more likely to attain higher status; higher status men are more likely to mate with more beautiful women; intelligence is heritable as is beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So it follows that its not difficult to get smart beautiful girls… good luck guys… find the right bride for yourself in this  beautiful world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7317519953376917768-4487763941156752310?l=whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com/feeds/4487763941156752310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7317519953376917768&amp;postID=4487763941156752310' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7317519953376917768/posts/default/4487763941156752310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7317519953376917768/posts/default/4487763941156752310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com/2008/07/game.html' title='the % game'/><author><name>vijai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10287246402167007855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SLuJcUdcqXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RVz2yxrTV4Y/S220/Vj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7317519953376917768.post-3138974276996511759</id><published>2008-06-28T00:22:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-30T10:16:45.688+05:30</updated><title type='text'>40 seconds | Bull Riding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Rule No. 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; of bull riding: Do not grab the bull by the horns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; Rule No. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Don’t let the bull’s horns grab you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;EXPERTS CALL &lt;strong&gt;BULL RIDING&lt;/strong&gt; “THE MOST DANGEROUS EIGHT SECONDS IN SPORT.”  I CALL IT A CHALLENGE, WHICH IS WHY I RECENTLY FOUND MYSELF SITTING ATOP A 500 Kg BULL, ABOUT TO GIVE IT A GO FOR THE FIRST TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every week, hundreds of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bull-riders&lt;/span&gt;, both elders and children, take up the challenge at a place in Bangalore. We were 8 of us there, motley-crew of 3 men and 5 women. None of us have been on bull before and none wanted to try that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday evening, hot and cloudy, and we were sensing a heavy downpour. After spending the whole morning with my uncle and his family, we were out looking for something different. We entered the park and were walking by the lake side. The park was heavily crowded, bangaloreans like to hangout on the weekends. On the go, we found a small child enjoying the bufford ride. Not many people around that game. We all went near to see a big black bull in large barricade with a man controlling it. We started murmuring let’s try it, but none were ready to take the first step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My uncle is around 50 years of age, but his enthu n energy is of 25. He said he want to try the ride, and with him was my Ashu, she is even crazy then him. They both went and bought 2 tickets for the ride. I was still not sure whether they will go on with the ride. By this time the place was fully crowded. Ashu went in for the ride first and my uncle was waiting for his turn. Though I tried to stop Ashu at the beginning, now thought it would be good to encourage her for her ride. Bull was calm; it was like a muted horror movie. Still it flipped her over twice, I watched her as she was knocked down. Thanks to the master as he controlled the beast as she came out. We all were watching her in concerned disbelief, but I was happy to see the sparkle in her eyes for winning the toughest ride. Uncle seemed bit nervous after this episode and asked me if I want to try. Now it’s my turn to ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is crazy, I thought of myself, looking around my family faces. Their expressions all seem to register a similar thought: Why am I doing this again? But before I have time to ponder my fate long enough for second thoughts to surface, Ashu’s eyes met mine. “Good luck, Piyu,” she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I climbed over the beast. It had a rope behind its shoulders. I wanted to prove myself, wanted to get hold of that beast for some time. I sat firmly taking the rope across my palm, passed it behind my wrists and across my palm again. Waited for the whistle, and as it moved I just closed my eyes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object width="242" height="202" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7dc279cf73173c36" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7dc279cf73173c36%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331062023%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D406530521D910C1BAFE77884F708082E78EC3A25.52771B805A31B85879FACC21826297FE307817DD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7dc279cf73173c36%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5H2CoQ-nkLPC7_kepjRvUFlrel0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="242" height="202" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7dc279cf73173c36%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331062023%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D406530521D910C1BAFE77884F708082E78EC3A25.52771B805A31B85879FACC21826297FE307817DD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7dc279cf73173c36%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5H2CoQ-nkLPC7_kepjRvUFlrel0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes. I am not talking about the crazy, cowboys bull riding. This was my experience &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in Bangalore's one of the leisure point &lt;a href="http://www.lumbinigardens.com/"&gt;Lumbini Park&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. It was a special feel as I came out of that ring. Any one with a bit of guts can try out this. As the operator takes care of frequency of the ride, I feel even a childerns above 12 years can try out this ride. You even have some other attractions and food stalls. So it would be a nice weekend spot for some of you as well.. Enjoy and take care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7317519953376917768-3138974276996511759?l=whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7dc279cf73173c36&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com/feeds/3138974276996511759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7317519953376917768&amp;postID=3138974276996511759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7317519953376917768/posts/default/3138974276996511759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7317519953376917768/posts/default/3138974276996511759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whydontwethinkalike.blogspot.com/2008/06/40-seconds-bull-riding.html' title='40 seconds | Bull Riding'/><author><name>vijai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10287246402167007855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIC_A6Bfmxo/SLuJcUdcqXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RVz2yxrTV4Y/S220/Vj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
