<?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-6262689938298561825</id><updated>2012-02-17T04:29:00.869+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Figuring  out</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262689938298561825.post-4604443378498545690</id><published>2011-06-07T03:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-07T03:10:55.678+05:30</updated><title type='text'>White is Boring....Gray is Interesting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Colors are important part of our life. Colors signify moods, expressions, and feeling. They make our life interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;White not only is the color of purity…..peace but of, clarity, normality …or I would say it’s boring….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the other hand Gray is shady, unclear, mysterious….some thing hidden….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The same concept applies to people. Why we are attracted towards the gray shaded character in a movie or real life. Why a gray character has an aura which a normal –white hero doesn’t have.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let me give you more examples of gray. Krishna in his entire life was gray character,&amp;nbsp; Amitabh bacchan in Sharabi and Sholay. Although Amitabh and Dharmendra &amp;nbsp;were heros in the movie Sholay but in the end they were nothing but thugs. Harry Potter. &amp;nbsp;These were the charters which were liked by everyone because there is mystery involved.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3417/3348673014_0221cf92b5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3417/3348673014_0221cf92b5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So what are the reasons why we like these characters and what makes these characters more interesting::-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;These characters are very daring in life. You need a lot of courage to behave and do things in life the way they do. Can you afford to have the attitude of Amitabh Bacchan in Sharbi? We all wish to have that kind of courage or daring at some point of time in life. That’s the charm of if, something we don’t have and we lounge for is always attractive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;These characters don’t follow societal norms. They don’t follow any rules and regulation laid by society. We always have the hidden, unconscious desire to break out and not follow these norms as well. These rules are not natural they are laid by people living in the society. We are forced to follow the pattern. That’s the reason why we are attracted towards the gray shade and have that unfulfilled desire to be like them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;These characters are versatile, spontaneous in life. They don’t get up in the morning and go to office. They do not follow any pattern. Pattern is boring it’s monotonous. They just go with the flow and enjoy. And that’s all we wish to do but unfortunately cant. There lies the charm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;These characters are mysterious. Their life is not like an open book where we can predict their actions. In entire Mahabharata nobody could predict what would be the next move of Krishna. That’s what makes them interesting and impels us to find out more about them and follow them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;These characters have got mass appeal. Hitler is the biggest example. This gray shaded character impelled entire Germany to die for him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;Let me tell you a story&amp;nbsp;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;In a village Ramlila used to be staged every year during Diwali. Every year same story, same people playing same characters. Now how many times can you see the same old play again and again and again.  People get bored of same old stuff. Most of the people sleep during these Ramlila. But this time the difference was that the Character of Hunaman was played by the most dangerous wrestler of the village and Sita was played by a Young girl. Apparently these both were having an affair and the girl was not allowed to meet the wrestler.  Now everything was going fine till the entry of Hanuman and when Hanuman goes to find Sita. So this wrestler when meets sita in Lanka he just forgets the character he is playing and shout loudly “ Radha your parents can no longer stop you from meeting me. Let me see today who dares to stop me from marrying you, come lets go…Ill burn this entire show….and instead of buring Lanka he burns the entire stage. People who were sleeping till this scene suddenly were wide awake…and seemed to started enjoying the show.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;That’s why I say &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;White is boring…and Gray is interesting…… …. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/6262689938298561825-4604443378498545690?l=blog.navendusharma.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/4604443378498545690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2011/06/white-is-boringgray-is-interesting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/4604443378498545690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/4604443378498545690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2011/06/white-is-boringgray-is-interesting.html' title='White is Boring....Gray is Interesting....'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3417/3348673014_0221cf92b5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262689938298561825.post-2502009529903285200</id><published>2010-12-28T22:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-22T20:14:11.868+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Political Conspiracies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A few incidents again provoked me to write or should I say a few news prompted me to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;First news:- Digvijay Singh releases the book Aziz Burney, Editor in chief of Urdu Sahara News. He took the opportunity not only to release the book but also to slam &amp;nbsp;RSS for their unknown role in the 26/11 attack in Mumbai.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stbjp.msn.com/i/81/A05A4C431F82B8B2E637B6EA2FBAB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://stbjp.msn.com/i/81/A05A4C431F82B8B2E637B6EA2FBAB.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not new. Congress holds the record for more than 100 years of appeasing Indian muslims by one or the other way. The party ruled the country for more than 60 years using the same&amp;nbsp;strategy. But what a pity! The condition of the Muslim community has not improved by any means. They still have the lowest literacy rates and their economic condition is the worst as compared to other communities in the country.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And now Mr. Digvijay's plan to link the 26/11 attack to RSS and highlight how RSS was a threat to ATF chief Hemant Karkare has proved it again. I would only say 'Shame on you Congress' for doing this to the country and I feel so sorry that my Muslim brothers and sisters are being fooled by them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sanghparivar.org/forum/aziz-burney-wrote-26-11-an-rss-conspiracy-and-congress-general-sectrary-digvijay-singh-release"&gt;Link to the story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Second News:- Statue of "Dadoji Konddeo" removed in Pune by Pune Municipal Corporation Shiv Sena go on rampage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Now this too is not new to us as Shiv Sena and now MNS just look out for some kind of issue which they would blow out of proportion to get political&amp;nbsp;mileage. Nobody had looked at the issue logically. &amp;nbsp;Why did PMC removed the statue in the first place. I mean nobody has the patience to sit and think and find out the real reason but they are ready to engulf the entire city in violence and bandh. The funny part is that congress &amp;nbsp;was doing some dharna apparently called Non- violence dharna&amp;nbsp;at the same time.&amp;nbsp;Pity these fellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/india/Pune-bandh-Competing-histories-brewing-caste-politics/articleshow/7179447.cms"&gt;Link to the story&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262689938298561825-2502009529903285200?l=blog.navendusharma.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/2502009529903285200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/12/political-conspiracies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/2502009529903285200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/2502009529903285200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/12/political-conspiracies.html' title='Political Conspiracies'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262689938298561825.post-4128881033553124704</id><published>2010-10-30T05:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-30T05:45:31.333+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It's a Circle</title><content type='html'>I am siting alone in my room, listening to gazals at 5 in the morning and suddenly I look back in my life and I find that life is a circle. Same things happen again and again like a&amp;nbsp;circle.&amp;nbsp;One thing is happening in life and it comes back again after some time when I will feel that I lost it. The only difference would be the background, people, things, incidents but actually in reality its the same. You are the same and you always be the same......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cam.net.uk/home/aaa315/cc-angel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://www.cam.net.uk/home/aaa315/cc-angel.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262689938298561825-4128881033553124704?l=blog.navendusharma.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/4128881033553124704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/10/its-circle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/4128881033553124704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/4128881033553124704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/10/its-circle.html' title='It&apos;s a Circle'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262689938298561825.post-1244686800435446773</id><published>2010-08-11T22:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:21:29.319+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Damn your opinion Mamta</title><content type='html'>One one hand Mamta at a rally in Lalgargh claims  Naxal leader Azad's death as murder and him as Shaid. On other hand our Home minister P Chidambaram says that "no one should support Maoists and the Government will not encourage anybody who does so". The irony is Mamata is one of the allies of UPA. My anger is over the fact is that why the hell are we selecting these kind of politicians. May be Mamta wants to make sure that this is her best chance to win the State election and would finally be able to dethrone the "Red Jhanda" and Lalgarh has majority of Naxal population so she cannot win the area without their support. Mamata is working as a worst railway minister ever then what is the gaurantee the she will be able to prove herself as a good chief minister when the means she is taking to get "The Gaddi" are wrong. Damn you Mamta for supporting Naxals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2hotdawgs.tv/I_disagree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://2hotdawgs.tv/I_disagree.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262689938298561825-1244686800435446773?l=blog.navendusharma.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/1244686800435446773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/08/damn-your-opinion-mamta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/1244686800435446773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/1244686800435446773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/08/damn-your-opinion-mamta.html' title='Damn your opinion Mamta'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262689938298561825.post-9082848575886694149</id><published>2010-06-24T22:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:06:53.018+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Raavan - A few insights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMdl-D4Jq6w/S8rSTWGHTOI/AAAAAAAAJec/Ma_1v_Z_44A/s1600/Raavana_180410.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMdl-D4Jq6w/S8rSTWGHTOI/AAAAAAAAJec/Ma_1v_Z_44A/s640/Raavana_180410.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Raavan last week. I wanted to write a post on it since the time I watched, I know a lot of people would curse and disown me after the post as I have found none who has liked the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie starts with mesmerising cinematography and for some time you indulge in the beauty of nature and the way the camera man has shot the starting scenes. Abhishek bacchan is improving day by day in terms of his acting skills but still some more was expected from him in this movie other than applying "Haldi" and "Keeched" on his face. But his overall performance was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let us talk about about the Insights of the movie. As the character Raavan has been a negative one in the holy book "Rmayan" the movie is of the same story but only the background has changed. Its a mordern Ramayan rest all is same. Now as we approach toward the movie and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Raavan falls in love with Sita and for the first time he feels weak. But unlike the original story Ramayan Sita also develops feeling for this evil character. Since she is loyal to her husband she holds her emotions back.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The turning point of the movie is when Raavan doesn't kill Raam because he is in love with Sita and let him go and take away the girl. Still when Raam meets Sita , he is not happy about the fact that he got his girl back but his&lt;b&gt; "Ego"&lt;/b&gt; of not being able to kill Raavan hurts him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even while going back Raam is suspicious if Raavan has done something with Sita in those long 14 days. Sita gets disgusted and goes back to Raavan and Raavan without asking a single question accepts her which surprises her and make her realise his love for her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But it actually was a "Jaal" set by Raam to get Raavan and ultimately he kills Raavan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;So to conclude "Only a person like Raavan can love some passionately because he doesnt care about other people and accepts her the way she is whithout any question on the other hand someone like Raam who lives according to public opinion. Someone who is a people's person and lives according to the people cant accept someone unconditionally and love unconditionally.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ram as he was in Ramayan as well in the movie is helpless in front the power of Raavan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;As we watch the movie its not only Raavan who has Ego but Raam also has ego and the fact that he couldnt kill Raavan (In the movie) hurts him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the Movie Raavan keep his love above his ego (As he doesnt kill Sita and let Raam go unhurt) while Raam keeps his Ego above his love for Sita (As he was'nt happy to get Sita back but sad that he could'nt kill Raavan).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;People might not have liked the movie but I found a few things out of it so ya Mani sir thanks for a lovely Movie and amazing music. People your comments are welcome as it will only broaden our way of thinking. And for the people who are hurt on my comments on the holy book and the charaters in the book I just want to say only one thing --&lt;b&gt;"Question things dont just accept them coz only the qurious mind can reach the ultimate truth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262689938298561825-9082848575886694149?l=blog.navendusharma.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/9082848575886694149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/06/raavan-few-insights.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/9082848575886694149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/9082848575886694149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/06/raavan-few-insights.html' title='Raavan - A few insights'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMdl-D4Jq6w/S8rSTWGHTOI/AAAAAAAAJec/Ma_1v_Z_44A/s72-c/Raavana_180410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262689938298561825.post-531250938733048887</id><published>2010-06-03T00:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-03T00:55:09.666+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ashamed....</title><content type='html'>I feel ashamed, angry, disappointed, irritated, sad, miserable when I come across news like:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;74 CRPF Jawans killed in an attack in Jharkandh. They were a victim of planned attack. Jawans were surrounded and were shot by naxalities. They were helpless, they were not trained for this kind of mishap, they didn't have proper modern weapons, they even lack the bullet proof jackets.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Over 100 die as naxal derails Kol- Mumbai express. Most of them were women and children.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theviewspaper.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/naxalism.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="161" src="http://theviewspaper.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/naxalism.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Every time I come across these kind of news it impels me to think that are we living in a civic society?&amp;nbsp; I know the naxalities sitting over there reading my blog would say its easy to talk in an AC room but dude this is not a revolution its terrorism. Killing your own country men, killing innocent people cant be revolution and for sure it cant be a solution of your problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question is not of solution anymore. It has become their business. They are getting funds from sources we cant even think. They are importing weapons from Bangladesh, Pakistan, they have got better arms and ammunition than our CRPF, they are well trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel ashamed because I have elected this government, we have elected this government who lacks the will power to fight against these internal terrorists.The worst part is when it comes to reservation and other minor issues these people will make so much of fuss out of it but when our soldiers are being killed by their own country men nobody bothers to discuss it and do something about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we have enough soldiers to wipe out this termite which is eating the peace and integrity of the country. But I guess the real problem is the "Political will power" of our politicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to do about it but still I feel ...ashamed.....sad....disappointed......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262689938298561825-531250938733048887?l=blog.navendusharma.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/531250938733048887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/06/ashamed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/531250938733048887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/531250938733048887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/06/ashamed.html' title='Ashamed....'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262689938298561825.post-980523177782918768</id><published>2010-05-28T21:54:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-28T22:16:34.337+05:30</updated><title type='text'>2 Songs...Same feelings</title><content type='html'>This post comes after a long time. Well truly speaking I had nothing to say. After being happy and enjoying life there comes a time when you go to the other extreme end that is "Numb" which cant be "Comfortable" for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs32/f/2008/232/1/d/Urban_Lonelyness_by_Eraz3r.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs32/f/2008/232/1/d/Urban_Lonelyness_by_Eraz3r.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; Iktara...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooh ka banjara re parinda&lt;br /&gt;Chhad gaya dil ka re gharonda&lt;br /&gt;Chhad gaya dil ka re gharonda todke&lt;br /&gt;Re gharonda todke, gaya chhodke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je naina karun band band&lt;br /&gt;Beh jaye boond boond (2)&lt;br /&gt;Tadpaye re, kyun sunaye geet malhar de&lt;br /&gt;Bemalang tera iktara (8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itra tun basi basi, padi hai sirhane&lt;br /&gt;Band darwaja dekhe lauti hai subah&lt;br /&gt;Thandi hai angeethi seeli, seeli hain deewarein&lt;br /&gt;Goonje takrake inme dil ki sada &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Jo naina karun band band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Beh jaye boond boond (2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tadpaye re, kyun sunaye geet malhar de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CY2TusYKSjA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CY2TusYKSjA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Jane Kya Chahe Man Bawara&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;Jaane kya chaahe man..bawra&lt;br /&gt;Jaane kya chaahe man..bawra&lt;br /&gt;Ankhiyan meri..sawan chala&lt;br /&gt;Ankhiyan meri…sawan chala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saghan aanchal saravor hove&lt;br /&gt;Sajan aasuan me kya jor hove&lt;br /&gt;Saghan aanchal saravor hove&lt;br /&gt;Sajan aasuan me kya jor&lt;br /&gt;Kya jor hove ..apne jiya pe&lt;br /&gt;Man to mara ye manchala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaane kya chaahe man ..bawra&lt;br /&gt;Ankhiyan meri ..sawan chala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pawan purva me yu udta jaaye&lt;br /&gt;Badra chanda se man judta jaaye&lt;br /&gt;Pawan purva me yu udta jaaye&lt;br /&gt;Badra chanda se man juda hai&lt;br /&gt;Aaye hawa ka jhoka phir aisa&lt;br /&gt;Tute patang ki dor sa..&lt;br /&gt;Jaane kya chaahe man..bawra&lt;br /&gt;Ankhiyan meri ansuan chala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UxPgEyXx2CY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UxPgEyXx2CY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262689938298561825-980523177782918768?l=blog.navendusharma.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/980523177782918768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/05/2-songssame-feelings.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/980523177782918768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/980523177782918768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/05/2-songssame-feelings.html' title='2 Songs...Same feelings'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262689938298561825.post-2442225421024824019</id><published>2010-05-17T01:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-17T10:13:11.265+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Is Individualism A Sin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://paradigm-shift-21st-century.nl/plaatjes/individualism-collectivism-respect.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://paradigm-shift-21st-century.nl/plaatjes/individualism-collectivism-respect.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was wondering for last many years that Is Individualism A Sin? You talk to any one and every one and they will come up with the theory that individualism leads to egoism. Well I do not think so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Egoism:-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;One devoted to one's own interests and advancement; an egocentric person. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt; limited to or caring only about yourself and your own needs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;concerned chiefly or only with yourself and your advantage to the exclusion of others&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;An excessive or exaggerated sense of self-importance &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;b&gt;Individualism:-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Belief in the primary importance of the individual and in the virtues of self-reliance and personal independence.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Individualism is the moral stance, political philosophy, ideology, or social outlook that stresses "the moral worth of the individual".&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-0"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Individualists promote the exercise of one's goals and desires and so independence and self-reliance&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-1"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; while opposing most external interference upon one's own interests, whether by society, or any other group or institution.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess just the definitions will not solve the purpose of the post. I was having this huge argument with a friend of mine that "Is thinking about oneself is bad" . Well the argument lead to "thinking about only yourself all the time is bad" of which is pretty much agreeable. But the real questions arise:- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are hurt by one of your closed one? What are you gonna do?&amp;nbsp; Sit and cry about the fact or just be sad for sometime and then move ahead in life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your loved one (*read Girlfriend/Boy friend ) ditched you, left you or you just broke up what you gonna do? Again sit and die over it? or just move ahead in life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't you think thinking too much about others hurts you too much and of which you have got no control. So just leave it or keep crying and dieing over it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Letting your pain of being ditched, left, cheated,lost someone should ruin your life or letting go all of this with out too much of trouble.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saying some one upfront that you love him/her but with out him/her the life would not stop it will still move on a sign of less love for the person?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Well most of the people take these as a sign of egoism. Letting go something is sign of detachments. But is loving yourself more than anyone else is egoism? I don't think so. Life is given to us as a gift and we did nothing to get it, we did not earn it. Its a gift and what do we do with gifts? We take good care of it. So should not you take care of yourself and love yourself more than anyone else in the world. Jesus once said &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Love your neighbour as you love your self" &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Here the second line is more important and never ever focused by the analysts who analyzed this quote which is &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"As you love yourself" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Do we really love ourselves. We have never accepted ourselves as we are. We want physique like Bradd pit. figure like Megan fox, money like Bill gates. We disgust ourselves, we hate ourselves, we want to be some one else, we always think that the other person might think bad about us. So how can you love your neighbour when you don't love yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisismyrandomthought.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/ilovemyself1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://thisismyrandomthought.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/ilovemyself1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"loving oneself is individualism not egoism.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262689938298561825-2442225421024824019?l=blog.navendusharma.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/2442225421024824019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/05/is-individualism-sin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/2442225421024824019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/2442225421024824019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/05/is-individualism-sin.html' title='Is Individualism A Sin?'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262689938298561825.post-5972276224085247949</id><published>2010-05-10T19:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T18:44:52.093+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Times</title><content type='html'>It was last Sunday when I finally got time to read the whole newspaper and&amp;nbsp; there were 3 stories that made me think as an Indian as well as a human being. These 3 stories would be my next 3 post. Here is the first story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; Honor Killing :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themuslimwoman.org/images/honor-killings-jordan_50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://www.themuslimwoman.org/images/honor-killings-jordan_50.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a survey done by the Delhi-based Indian Population Statistics Survey (&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;IPSS&lt;/span&gt;) in mid-2007, in India almost 655 homicidal cases have been registered as honour killings. While in Punjab and Delhi, the figure touches 32 per cent, in &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Muzaffarnagar&lt;/span&gt;, the worst affected district of &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Uttar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Pradesh&lt;/span&gt;, 25 per cent honour killings have been reported so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honor killing has become one of the biggest crime against women as well as men in India. The shocking part is that this type of crime is actually supported by the society in parts like &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Haryana&lt;/span&gt;, Punjab and UP and there seems no real action taken by the police as well as the political parties of India. Political parties in India has never seen discussing such problem instead they would make a big fuss about Reservation and other issues but when it come to the social problems such as this they are all mute. I have not heard any of the leader from any of the political party including Congress as well as &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;BJP&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; condemning the crime and determined to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images51.fotki.com/v731/photos/1/1222605/5425932/PIGMANHonorKilling-vi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="397" src="http://images51.fotki.com/v731/photos/1/1222605/5425932/PIGMANHonorKilling-vi.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"In 2007, the National Crime Records Bureau said 1,85,312 incidents of crime against women were reported in the country, as compared to 1,64,765 in 2006. It is a 12.5% increase. It listed sexual harassment cases at 10,950. There were 75,930 cases of cruelty by husband and his relatives. The figures are horrifying but they don’t tell the full story, says &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Kiran&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Bedi&lt;/span&gt;, police officer turned social activist. “Incidents of honour killings are happening every day in our cities. Most of these cases are not even reported. When it comes to women we are still living in &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;mediaeval&lt;/span&gt; times,”she says."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;India is changing at a different pace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;in different places, so there is conflict between different value systems. It can squeeze people caught in the middle and the victims are mostly female. “Women are considered the property of the males in their family irrespective of their class, ethnic, or religious group. The owner of the property has the right to decide its fate,” says &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Zaynab&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Nawaz&lt;/span&gt; of Amnesty International’s programme for women’s rights.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"As we require some very strict law against terrorism we also need some strict law for these internal terrorists of our society who support honor killing and the people who commit the crime. As terrorist should be hanged so does these morons should. In the biggest democracy of the world if a girl or a boy is not allowed to choose their respective partners which out fearing that they might be the next victim of honor killing then I am sorry to say that we still aren't a democratic country forget about being a developed one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262689938298561825-5972276224085247949?l=blog.navendusharma.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/5972276224085247949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/05/sunday-times.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/5972276224085247949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/5972276224085247949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/05/sunday-times.html' title='Sunday Times'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262689938298561825.post-3267832395176654282</id><published>2010-05-06T01:07:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-06T01:11:17.250+05:30</updated><title type='text'>James J. Braddock ----- The Cinderella Man</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;"In all the history of Boxing game&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You find no human interest story to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; compare with the life narrative of&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; James J. Braddock&lt;/b&gt;.........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.entertainmentwallpaper.com/images/desktops/movie/2058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://www.entertainmentwallpaper.com/images/desktops/movie/2058.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have never seen an inspiring movie like this.What a film it was. Set in the great depression of 1930. He was a light weight boxer after an injury is forced to retire. lost his reputation and wealth and had to shift to a much smaller place. He had no money left to feed his family, pay the electricity bills and their home does not have any heating arrangement. He has to work as a regular laborer which was on a daily basis i.e. some day you are given a chance to work sometimes you do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife prayed many years that he quits boxing but even working as a laborer he dreams of only boxing. Several years after his last fight, Braddock's old manager wants him to be a last-minute substitute to fight against the second-ranked world contender. In this case, Braddock is one of those hungry fighters who astonishes everyone by winning the fight. Braddock is back in the ring and begins to win all his fights against younger, stronger, and heavier boxers. In a sports article, Braddock is named the "Cinderella Man" for his miraculous comeback. Braddock gets a chance to fight the heavyweight champion, Max Baer (Craig Bierko), for the title. Max Baer had killed two men in the ring, and everybody believed Braddock would be number three. As the underdog, Braddock became the champion of the downtrodden masses.I can only say amazing movie with amazing performance by Russel crow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EbuJIre87j0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EbuJIre87j0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words of this song are so inspiring:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can’t stand to fly            &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m not that naive&lt;br /&gt;I’m just out to find&lt;br /&gt;The better part of me &lt;br /&gt;I’m more than a bird...I’m more than a plane&lt;br /&gt;More than some pretty face beside a train&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy to be me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wish that I could cry&lt;br /&gt;Fall upon my knees&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to lie&lt;br /&gt;About a home I’ll never see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound absurd...but don’t be naive&lt;br /&gt;Even Heroes have the right to bleed&lt;br /&gt;I may be disturbed...but won’t you concede&lt;br /&gt;Even Heroes have the right to dream&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy to be me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up, up and away...away from me&lt;br /&gt;It’s all right...You can all sleep sound tonight&lt;br /&gt;I’m not crazy...or anything… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;I’m not that naive&lt;br /&gt;Men weren’t meant to ride&lt;br /&gt;With clouds between their knees &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m only a man in a silly red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Digging for kryptonite on this one way street&lt;br /&gt;Only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Looking for special things inside of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy to be me.    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262689938298561825-3267832395176654282?l=blog.navendusharma.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/3267832395176654282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/05/james-j-braddock-cinderella-man.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/3267832395176654282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/3267832395176654282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/05/james-j-braddock-cinderella-man.html' title='James J. Braddock ----- The Cinderella Man'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262689938298561825.post-4381490205299091991</id><published>2010-05-03T02:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-03T02:45:49.215+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This Would Make You Think</title><content type='html'>The biggest crime in the entire world today more than terrorism is Human trafficking. I watched this today by "Sunitha Krishnan". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.ted.com/SunithaKrishnan_interview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="490" src="http://blog.ted.com/SunithaKrishnan_interview.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunitha Krishnan has dedicated her life to rescuing women and children from sex slavery, a multimilion-dollar global market. In this courageous talk, she tells three powerful stories, as well as her own, and calls for a more humane approach to helping these young victims rebuild their lives.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auditorium fell dead silent when Dr. Sunitha Krishnan stepped onto the stage at TED India on November 6. And Tedsters around the world, watching via a live stream webcast, were transfixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The diminutive, soft-spoken, anti-trafficking crusader, who was gang-raped as a teenager, began her talk with the heart-wrenching stories of three children – Pranitha, Shaheen and Anjali – whom she rescued as part of her work with Prajwala, an organization she co-founded in 1996.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pranitha’s mother, Dr. Krishnan said, had been an HIV-infected prostitute, who, when she became too ill with AIDS to work, sold her then four-year-old daughter to a broker who prostituted her. Little Pranitha, whose angelic face smiled from a huge screen behind Dr. Krishnan, was raped repeatedly by dozens of men day after day before she was rescued. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second toddler, Shaheen, was so brutally sexually assaulted after being trafficked that her intestines burst through her abdomen, and had to be surgically re-inserted into her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;According to Dr. Sunitha the biggest challenge she faces while rescuing the girls is not from the people who are involved in the business but the biggest challenge is "Our civic society". They do not get the acceptence from our so called "Civic Society". My biggest challaenge is the block of you of me to accept them as one of them. In her own words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"It’s very fashionable to talk about human trafficking in this fantastic AC hall.&amp;nbsp; It’s very nice for discussion, discourse, making films and everything.&amp;nbsp; But it is not nice to bring them to our homes.&amp;nbsp; It’s not nice to give them employment in our factories, our companies.&amp;nbsp; It’s not nice for our children to study with their children.&amp;nbsp; There it ends.&amp;nbsp; That’s my biggest challenge."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need you compassion, your empathy more than anything else they need you acceptance&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;For more about Dr. Sunitha krishnan and her work please explore at :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://humangoods.net/2010/03/29/what-we-talk-about-when-we-talk-about-rape-sunitha-krishnans-call-to-action/"&gt;Sunitha's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.ted.com/2009/12/qa_with_sunitha.php"&gt;Q&amp;amp;A with Sunitha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://sunithakrishnan.blogspot.com/2009/12/power-of-partnership-19-victims-rescued.html"&gt;Sunitha's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prajwalaindia.com/home.html"&gt;Prajwal India&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Watch her talk at Ted India&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jeOumyTMCI8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jeOumyTMCI8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262689938298561825-4381490205299091991?l=blog.navendusharma.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/4381490205299091991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/05/this-would-make-you-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/4381490205299091991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/4381490205299091991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/05/this-would-make-you-think.html' title='This Would Make You Think'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262689938298561825.post-8230812559843394931</id><published>2010-04-30T21:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-30T21:56:37.409+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Title Se Ki Farak Painda Hai?</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw this video on you Tube about social awareness. Check out it will amaze you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C_QuHZJD9eM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C_QuHZJD9eM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another Video titled : Bindas Bol India Condom Campaign Showreel &lt;b&gt;"Condom" Bolne Se Bomb Nahi Fatega&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Yxk_0jv5dU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Yxk_0jv5dU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262689938298561825-8230812559843394931?l=blog.navendusharma.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/8230812559843394931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/04/title-se-ki-farak-painda-hai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/8230812559843394931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/8230812559843394931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/04/title-se-ki-farak-painda-hai.html' title='Title Se Ki Farak Painda Hai?'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262689938298561825.post-2414444826573300452</id><published>2010-04-29T20:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-29T20:06:42.071+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why Indians Are Like This ---- It Happens Only In India</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Before you go through the post let me clarify that this post is originally taken/Written by - M@ria and I have taken it from the blog called &lt;a href="http://homebits.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mindprint&lt;/a&gt;. I found it very interesting and funny so this is for my readers.(Please help if she decides to sue me for plagiarism).So here goes the copied post enjoy:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The unique desi gene&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;The Indian gene is unique, colorful, loving, and spirited. Our common traits bring us together and help us identify with each other. We can spot a desi in any corner of the world, thanks to our unique traits and some things like these -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The IST (Indian Standard Time)&lt;/b&gt; - Seen any self respecting Indian come at the time printed on the card? What a looser, if you do! Also, this is how Chief Guests feel important. Reaching time pe is such a waste man! and tongues will be wagging - kuch kaam nahi hai kya isko? So, for your own izzat please at least a 2 hour delay will keep you in high esteem and your precious izzat and pride intact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://soodrajput.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/dirty-skirting-two-cars-overtaking-together-no-helmet-on-thepillion-india-08mar2007-029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://soodrajput.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/dirty-skirting-two-cars-overtaking-together-no-helmet-on-thepillion-india-08mar2007-029.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Overtaking from the wrong side on the road hurling some maa behen expletives &lt;/b&gt;- Oh! cmon road hai yaar! I pay tax and i will drive left, right, center, obtuse angle, whatever...depends on my frame of mind and the music/beats playing in my car...i need to match that too na boss! And for you - bach sako to bacho..hum toh aise hain bhaiya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funtoosh.com/f_images/only_in_india_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://www.funtoosh.com/f_images/only_in_india_4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spitting and peeing on/by the roadside&lt;/b&gt; - I mean what do you expect? Bladder was bursting! Let it burst and kill myself, huh? Of course I let the Ganga flow...and all those stupid anti peeing slogans on the dividers are not gonna stop me, you stupid pseudo intellectuals! And, why bother about spitting...im not spoiling your new dress madam! The pan i had was very bad! Huh! get out of my way, else...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLoq6vT2-Eo/SWT31KmHfeI/AAAAAAAABKE/FZMv_k9s97k/s1600/nose-picker.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLoq6vT2-Eo/SWT31KmHfeI/AAAAAAAABKE/FZMv_k9s97k/s320/nose-picker.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Belching and picking nose in public&lt;/b&gt; - Now, c'mon belching se ki farak painda hai? Hain?? Its the body saying had a good meal, thank you! You cant stop nature, can you? If no belching, then farting...so better belch...ab farting and belching both not allowed - i will by god ki kasam explode!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And haan picking nose and plastering that on the wall is bad, very bad! Primary school teachers said so...ab its been so long...forgot na..sorry madam! Next year se will make a&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; resolution not to do...abhi sab changa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.hubimg.com/u/2414641_f260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://s2.hubimg.com/u/2414641_f260.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Licking your fingers&lt;/b&gt; - Another tell tale sign that i had yummy kukkad and dal makhni. Appreciate kar rahe hain ji. Being a chatora is a joy in itself. Ok, all of us indulge in this :) lets leave this one here :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fighting for 2 bucks with the veggie vendor is our birth right&lt;/b&gt; - Oye! ki keh rahe ho? Those 2 bucks are gonna get me my next diamond ring for god sake! And i want that free dhania patti too! Boond boond se hi sagar banta hai...samjhe khote de puttar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Counting the jewelery pieces on the bride&lt;/b&gt; - Arey! for what did we come to shaadi for? Ab itna toh size up karna hi padega na. Next week kitty party, I have to give an update also! And what if Gupta jee is not giving his daughter, Pinky 10 kgs of gold! haww! This is so shameful! Community mein kya muh dikhayenge? Izzat ka toh faluda ban jayega na! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being a nosy parker - again a birth right&lt;/b&gt; - Beti, aajkal bahut late night you come back home, boy friends shoy friends..hain (wink wink). And aajkal many friends are coming home? kuch/koi khaas? batao batao (nudge nudge). Ab poochna and taking care toh neighbors ka right hai na. And, ye dress na thodi si revealing hai puttar, shawl le le..hain na?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flaunting brands&lt;/b&gt; - Its from Tommy dude! And the watch from Tag! My last trip to NY man! Holy Shit! watch your step! you're stepping on my manolos us ass! Oooohhh aaaahhhh the lace and clips too are branded...don't even get near me you loosers, my body has been rented by the brands! I am the brand diva, bow down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Ok, now i realise this list can go on and on. We are such interesting people, nobody gets near us :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I saw this nice video on being an Indian. Check it out, you'll like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C3xaTlF_8lY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C3xaTlF_8lY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262689938298561825-2414444826573300452?l=blog.navendusharma.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/2414444826573300452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/04/why-indians-are-like-this-it-happens.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/2414444826573300452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/2414444826573300452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/04/why-indians-are-like-this-it-happens.html' title='Why Indians Are Like This ---- It Happens Only In India'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLoq6vT2-Eo/SWT31KmHfeI/AAAAAAAABKE/FZMv_k9s97k/s72-c/nose-picker.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262689938298561825.post-7536519261965022229</id><published>2010-04-28T22:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:22:31.194+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Her Wild Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="336" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3503/3735169807_4ea90cc9ce.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not get me wrong with the title of the post. Its not the wildness you are thinking about. I was reading this article on Sunday Times titled "Her Wild Side". Article would smile initially but it would also make you think. The article describe that How today's world is changing the very nature of a woman. She is getting more wild, violent and her patience is dwindling.&amp;nbsp; Some text from the article &lt;i&gt;"&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Delhi, and he narrates how he was traumatised by his wife after she discovered he had one kidney. “She threw me out of my own house. Men in our country don’t cry and certainly never get beaten,” says the engineer, who works for an MNC in Bangalore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The article explains how violent women are getting. They are throwing things at men, hitting them, making their life worse then hell and on top of it if a man hit her back there are different laws which she can use against him. But I am not criticizing women but my point is &lt;b&gt;"What is the reason which is changing the nature of females"&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The article explains &lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But what makes women the perpetrators of domestic violence? Today’s woman is fighting on so many fronts — at office, she has to be a know-it-all and as good as the guys if not better and fight twice as hard to prove it; while socialising, she has to be modern and with it and then with in-laws and family she has to meet the role of traditional bahu and homemaker. So, the pressure cooker is bound to burst... and it does!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Read out the complete article here:-&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www1.lite.epaper.timesofindia.com/mobile.aspx?article=yes&amp;amp;pageid=35&amp;amp;sectid=edid=&amp;amp;edlabel=TOIPU&amp;amp;mydateHid=25-04-2010&amp;amp;pubname=Times+of+India+-+Pune&amp;amp;edname=&amp;amp;articleid=Ar03500&amp;amp;publabel=TOI&amp;amp;max=true"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her Wild Side&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262689938298561825-7536519261965022229?l=blog.navendusharma.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/7536519261965022229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/04/her-wild-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/7536519261965022229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/7536519261965022229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/04/her-wild-side.html' title='Her Wild Side'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3503/3735169807_4ea90cc9ce_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262689938298561825.post-3870815967106464755</id><published>2010-04-28T02:27:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-30T19:19:26.654+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Theme Music by Agnee</title><content type='html'>I know most of you do not like or do not follow Splitsvilla, But I would like to share the Theme of Splitsvilla by Agnee band with you all. As this is a true bliss for all the Music lovers. So just enjoy the beauty of Music by the amazing band called "Agnee".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qxaAZ_jvRZo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qxaAZ_jvRZo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262689938298561825-3870815967106464755?l=blog.navendusharma.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/3870815967106464755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/04/amazing-theme-music-by-agnee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/3870815967106464755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/3870815967106464755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/04/amazing-theme-music-by-agnee.html' title='Amazing Theme Music by Agnee'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262689938298561825.post-4744266230205404687</id><published>2010-04-28T00:31:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-28T00:46:08.061+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What Excatly Life Is?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wallpaperbase.com/wallpapers/landscape/sunrise/sunrise_8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.wallpaperbase.com/wallpapers/landscape/sunrise/sunrise_8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was watching this video of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Osho_%28Bhagwan_Shree_Rajneesh%29"&gt;OSHO&lt;/a&gt; where he speaks about Life. It is an amazing video provides an amazing insight. He says &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Life is neither meaningful nor meaningless. Life is what you make of it. What music, what color, what dance you give to it. Life is a creative challenge and its good that it has got no fixed meaning otherwise there would be no challenge. Then it would just a ready made things. You are born and a fixed meaning is given to you. Existence is more than a meaning. It allows you all the space you need and you think its empty. Empty is a sad word. It seems something is missing. Why call it empty and why expect something would be there. Who are u to decide. Give it a right name. It should be called spaciousness, uncluttered with anything. It allows you to the absolute freedom to be whatever you want. It allows you unhindered space to grow.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't impose anything on you".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a worth watching video&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ttf0pPY5PCc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ttf0pPY5PCc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262689938298561825-4744266230205404687?l=blog.navendusharma.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/4744266230205404687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/04/what-excatly-life-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/4744266230205404687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/4744266230205404687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/04/what-excatly-life-is.html' title='What Excatly Life Is?'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262689938298561825.post-6051646757406271800</id><published>2010-04-26T20:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:40:50.895+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It really was a Final - IPL 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/photo/5857684.cms" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="494" src="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/photo/5857684.cms" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a final it was... You cannot expect more than that from Final like this. A slow starter match in terms of runs but when it comes to Raina and Dhoni specially u drop someone like Raina twice this is what you get. Some quick runs by Raina and 168 was a competitive total..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still the total was achievable. Mumbai Indians started a bit slow but they had wickets in hands. The real turning point was dismissal&amp;nbsp; of Sachin. Then it was the amazing fielding efforts from the Chennai side. Kiren pollard hit a few big ones and it looked he might get the game for MI but again good captaincy by Dhoni and his fielding position and bowling changes clicked and finally it was Chennai Super Kings as the new Winner of IPL-3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262689938298561825-6051646757406271800?l=blog.navendusharma.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/6051646757406271800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/04/it-really-was-final-ipl2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/6051646757406271800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/6051646757406271800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/04/it-really-was-final-ipl2010.html' title='It really was a Final - IPL 2010'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262689938298561825.post-8592865108369682703</id><published>2010-04-09T10:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-09T10:38:30.789+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Final Destination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getsmartgetactive.com/gallery2/d/310-1/P5160223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://www.getsmartgetactive.com/gallery2/d/310-1/P5160223.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After days of confusion, comparison, discussion, negotiation,&amp;nbsp;anxiety finally reached to a conclusion. It was my first choice only and I did go by my instinct. I am really excited about my new role and new job. I always wanted to do something of this kind only. Where I all would do is to understand the requirement of the client and communicate it so effectively that the production team can give what is required by the client. I always wanted my communication to pay bills. Look at the people who do all the talking during IPL like gaurav kapoor , anshuman they do the same. I would like to do the same. To be able to pay my bills just by talking. Lets see what happens in future but as of now I am excited about the new job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262689938298561825-8592865108369682703?l=blog.navendusharma.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/8592865108369682703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/04/final-destination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/8592865108369682703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/8592865108369682703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/04/final-destination.html' title='Final Destination'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262689938298561825.post-7202745580526361912</id><published>2010-03-11T17:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:42:08.469+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life is all about unexpected things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_duY8YTk5J9c/S1IM7gMpxMI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hMgpHtoCJBY/s1600/Portents_Lighthouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="576" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_duY8YTk5J9c/S1IM7gMpxMI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hMgpHtoCJBY/s640/Portents_Lighthouse.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty of life is, it's all about&amp;nbsp;uncertainties&amp;nbsp;and hidden and unexpected things. Life would have been so boring if we knew what will happen tomorrow. It is a&amp;nbsp;roller&amp;nbsp;coaster ride, some times you are on top of the world and suddenly you feel coming down rapidly. &amp;nbsp;Some people (like me) want a lot of&amp;nbsp;certainty&amp;nbsp;which creates a lot of problems. So what i have learnt from life is flow with it, do not resist against the&amp;nbsp;existent. This life&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;go the way you want all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262689938298561825-7202745580526361912?l=blog.navendusharma.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/7202745580526361912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/03/life-is-all-about-unexpected-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/7202745580526361912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/7202745580526361912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/03/life-is-all-about-unexpected-things.html' title='Life is all about unexpected things'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_duY8YTk5J9c/S1IM7gMpxMI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hMgpHtoCJBY/s72-c/Portents_Lighthouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262689938298561825.post-1037233206101137221</id><published>2010-03-05T17:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:11:11.614+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Let Sadness Be a Welcome Guest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2687/4159944466_800d421277.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2687/4159944466_800d421277.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;"The next time you are sad don't fight with it. Don't waste time in fighting; accept it – let it be a welcome guest! Look deep into it, with love, care. Be a real host! And you will be surprised beyond your comprehension: sadness has a few beauties which happiness can never have.&lt;br /&gt;Sadness also has a being. Allow it, embrace it, sit with it, hold hands with it. Be friendly. Be in love with it. Sadness is beautiful! Nothing is wrong with it. Sadness has depth – happiness is always shallow. Sadness has tears, and tears go deeper than any laughter can ever go. Sadness has a silence of its own, a melody, which happiness can never have. Happiness will have its own song, more noisy, not so silent.&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying choose sadness: I am just saying enjoy it too. And when you are happy, enjoy happiness." Osho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262689938298561825-1037233206101137221?l=blog.navendusharma.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/1037233206101137221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/03/let-sadness-be-welcome-guest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/1037233206101137221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/1037233206101137221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/03/let-sadness-be-welcome-guest.html' title='Let Sadness Be a Welcome Guest'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2687/4159944466_800d421277_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262689938298561825.post-6218623999729566447</id><published>2010-02-18T17:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:25:06.048+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Either Too Many choices or None</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fordmuscle.com/forums/attachments/falcon-pages/7342d1237253967-wanted-falcon-comet-photos-wata_004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="480" src="http://www.fordmuscle.com/forums/attachments/falcon-pages/7342d1237253967-wanted-falcon-comet-photos-wata_004.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life either yo have too many choices or you have none both the situations are dangerous and confusing. When you require change, some thing other than you already have, You Look for Options. Some times you find only one options, so you choose it. But the problems start when you have no options or you have too many. What you gonna do? You are confused but want the change desparately and quick but choosing the right options or finding option becomes tiring and time consuming. You wanna sing "Every thing is blurry" and try other stuff to keep your mind away from the problem or you think about the situation and try to solve it. I know it is tiring and time consuming but i will keep trying untill unless it is solved and come to the solution and ultimately to peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262689938298561825-6218623999729566447?l=blog.navendusharma.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/6218623999729566447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/02/either-too-many-choices-or-none.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/6218623999729566447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/6218623999729566447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/02/either-too-many-choices-or-none.html' title='Either Too Many choices or None'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262689938298561825.post-8218601541478950130</id><published>2010-01-13T20:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:15:48.992+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It's You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EDadO8xKBEQ"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/S03bdhCBu1I/AAAAAAAAAT4/up5-l1xeQGw/s1600-h/love-wallpaper12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/S03bdhCBu1I/AAAAAAAAAT4/up5-l1xeQGw/s320/love-wallpaper12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;There's always something&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In the way&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There's always something&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Getting through&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But it's not me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;it's You&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sometime's ignorance&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rings true&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But hope is not in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What I know&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Not in me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's in You&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's all I know&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And I find peace&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When I'm confused&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I find hope when&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm let down&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Not in me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But in You&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I hope to lose myself&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For good&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I hope to find it in the end&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Not in me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's You&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's all I know&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EDadO8xKBEQ"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You Video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/S03bmP7dwpI/AAAAAAAAAUA/o-mgPAVUDI4/s1600-h/hug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/S03bmP7dwpI/AAAAAAAAAUA/o-mgPAVUDI4/s640/hug.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262689938298561825-8218601541478950130?l=blog.navendusharma.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/8218601541478950130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/01/its-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/8218601541478950130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/8218601541478950130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/01/its-you.html' title='It&apos;s You'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/S03bdhCBu1I/AAAAAAAAAT4/up5-l1xeQGw/s72-c/love-wallpaper12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262689938298561825.post-7271484999891236589</id><published>2010-01-13T19:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:45:08.481+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Growing Old ....Life@ 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/S025Gxt1BDI/AAAAAAAAATo/jKf57OQscYU/s1600-h/1654630410_7e36d22d89.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/S025Gxt1BDI/AAAAAAAAATo/jKf57OQscYU/s400/1654630410_7e36d22d89.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would turn 26 on this 15th and i was wondering "My god i would be 26". Thats old in quantitative sense&amp;nbsp;at least&amp;nbsp;but then i though do i really feel like 26? But i really do not how one must feel at 26. I feel the same as i used to feel when i was 20,21...and so on. So what does has changed in these years ? I guess the way i see things, my priorities my aim and some thing which did not change is my behavior, attitude and and a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;Then i come across this question that time is flying and what is this life all about ? How one live his/her life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/S03Ta7by0XI/AAAAAAAAATw/XNmlbJZ_wKc/s1600-h/ab_life20.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/S03Ta7by0XI/AAAAAAAAATw/XNmlbJZ_wKc/s320/ab_life20.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year i really would try to figure out what life is all about and what am i doing to make it happening for me as well as for my loved ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262689938298561825-7271484999891236589?l=blog.navendusharma.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/7271484999891236589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/01/growing-old-life-26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/7271484999891236589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/7271484999891236589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/01/growing-old-life-26.html' title='Growing Old ....Life@ 26'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/S025Gxt1BDI/AAAAAAAAATo/jKf57OQscYU/s72-c/1654630410_7e36d22d89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262689938298561825.post-7530486180091310581</id><published>2010-01-04T17:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:36:31.963+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New Year ....New Hopes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gs-press.com.au/images/news_articles/cache/Moomba_adelaide_189A-600x0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://gs-press.com.au/images/news_articles/cache/Moomba_adelaide_189A-600x0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;New Year ...New Hopes this is my tag line for this year 2010. 2009 passed with a lot of fun, disappointment, happiness or can say it was kind of mixed in term of what I achieved and where I failed. May be failures were a bit of more in numbers and impact. But i still look forward for this new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2005/12/05/sp_jana_0512.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2005/12/05/sp_jana_0512.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;My 10 Resolution for 2010 :- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stop S****&lt;br /&gt;2. Settle down in terms of career and job&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn Guitar&lt;br /&gt;4. Improve in personal relationship and as a person&lt;br /&gt;5. Be Honest in whatever i do&lt;br /&gt;6. Start Excercising&lt;br /&gt;7. Start Meditating&lt;br /&gt;8. Take care of my Finance and start investing&lt;br /&gt;9. Talk to my parents about ****&lt;br /&gt;10.Learn something new ( I don't know as of now, what new thing)&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262689938298561825-7530486180091310581?l=blog.navendusharma.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/7530486180091310581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/01/new-year-new-hopes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/7530486180091310581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/7530486180091310581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2010/01/new-year-new-hopes.html' title='New Year ....New Hopes'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262689938298561825.post-2514728036334827839</id><published>2009-12-08T01:12:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-08T01:19:40.122+05:30</updated><title type='text'>PAA ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/Sx1aVPk-zQI/AAAAAAAAATc/3JNdDyBNAFA/s1600-h/Paa1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/Sx1aVPk-zQI/AAAAAAAAATc/3JNdDyBNAFA/s320/Paa1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cast - Abhishek bacchan, Vidya balan, Paresh rawal, and Auro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my informatin Amitabh bacchan was also in the movie but i could never find out Amitabh bacchan the angry young man (now old but still angry), the larger than life figure, grace full and amazing personality and with husky voice. I only found something better and different and an outstanding figure called "AURO". A 12 year old little boy who is suffering from a very rare disease. He has got all the innocence and child like behavior which a normal 12 year old can have.&amp;nbsp; Good sense of humor which can make people laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole movie revolves around auro's Aura. Not embarrassed and hopeless about his rare disease but finds everything interesting and different from his point of view. One special thing is "Ego" of a 12 year old boy, when MP (Abhishek) does not come after promising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say this movie could be the movie of the decade. With such great script and treatment with the script. Good direction and music and one final thing which makes this film special "Auro" amazing acting by Amitabh bacchan who just dissolved himself in the role in such a manner that he lost his total identity as Big B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say must watch movie for all and hats - off to Big B and whole team. Well Done!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.songsblasts.com/blog/paa-songs-watch-online-paa-video-songs-promo.html"&gt;Paa ... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262689938298561825-2514728036334827839?l=blog.navendusharma.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/feeds/2514728036334827839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2009/12/paa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/2514728036334827839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262689938298561825/posts/default/2514728036334827839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.navendusharma.com/2009/12/paa.html' title='PAA ....'/><author><name>Navendu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249201025435684937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/TGLP3xd2NAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yePOD902Vbk/S220/P250610_01.26_%5B01%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZ7HvTqHTCs/Sx1aVPk-zQI/AAAAAAAAATc/3JNdDyBNAFA/s72-c/Paa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
