<?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-34513417</id><updated>2012-02-03T15:23:40.585+08:00</updated><category term='hectic'/><category term='Inspired'/><category term='Non-random Thoughts'/><category term='Random Thoughts'/><category term='I-have-lost-it'/><category term='Ganda'/><category term='work'/><category term='Ctrl C  Ctrl V'/><category term='Jobless'/><title type='text'>Blah blah blah!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Siddharth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218323373105602209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3761/3804/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34513417.post-1574204575155487810</id><published>2010-07-27T09:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T09:57:20.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Duality</title><content type='html'>Every up has a down, just like every day has a night. Good is only defined in the presence of evil; thanks to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Raavan&lt;/span&gt;, we recognize who &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ram&lt;/span&gt; is. Every North Pole needs a southern counterpart to fulfill and ‘complete’ it. Even the nature around us silently resonates the same theory. There are plants and there are animals. There is male and there is female. Moreover, humans find it hard to identify themselves on their own. It’s always the reference, the other pole of a relation that defines them. A husband of a wife, a father of a child, an employee of a company and a resident of a house. An author has a book to define him; a sportsman has a game and a thief has a policeman (law) after him. Without Yin, there is no yang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helps to identify (but not understand) the other duals around us. Why a picture always has a negative and a positive, a language always consists of letters and numbers, numbers are of 2 kinds: odd or even. There’s body and soul; there’s mind and matter. Pain is always followed by joy, and birth only finds meaning in death. It’s this dual nature of things all around us that define our world, on land and water, of life and death, fun and sorrow, peace and chaos. Probably that’s why, every rainy day has a bright sunny one to follow and every beginning has an end to meet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34513417-1574204575155487810?l=thisisricky4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/feeds/1574204575155487810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34513417&amp;postID=1574204575155487810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/1574204575155487810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/1574204575155487810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/2010/07/duality_27.html' title='Duality'/><author><name>Siddharth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218323373105602209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3761/3804/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34513417.post-5116745728910666840</id><published>2010-03-12T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:59:57.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I-have-lost-it'/><title type='text'>One.</title><content type='html'>One week, one call, one message, one mail, one meeting, a union, one birthday, a gift, one photograph, one coffee, a togetherness, a friend, a hug, a festival, one year, one you, one me, a remembrance, a memory, one laughter, a tear, one realization, a punishment, a prayer, a confession, a choice, a promise, a persuasion, a distance, a longing, one question, an answer, a song, a silence, a yesterday, a tomorrow, one crossing, an insomnia, a dilemma, a decision, a wish, a disappointment, a plan, one step, an evening, one life. One.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34513417-5116745728910666840?l=thisisricky4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/feeds/5116745728910666840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34513417&amp;postID=5116745728910666840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/5116745728910666840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/5116745728910666840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/2010/03/one.html' title='One.'/><author><name>Siddharth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218323373105602209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3761/3804/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34513417.post-3177964148766171409</id><published>2009-08-06T13:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:43:34.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I-have-lost-it'/><title type='text'>Burden of Benevolence</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How often does it happen that you start afearing the goodness in the people around you? You can’t take how good they can be; how they care for you all the time. Even when you don’t deserve to be treated the way they deal with you. Even when you know you haven’t been at the best of your behaviours; haven’t complied with all your duties that a relationship requires of you; worse: you haven’t even been a good friend.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And still, when you look at them, all you see is a sense of oblige in them, a sense of care for you and a prayer of your own well-being. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are also times, when you wish that they were not to be so good to you. You know that they are doing all that is good for you but you want it to be otherwise. They like to bring a completeness in your life and provide a sense of belonging and hence security to the new paths of a revamped life you are treading into. However, you wish not to be looked after so much, not to be nurtured and watched over all the time; not to be comforted by all the pleasures that they are constantly trying to offer you. Because sometimes, you don’t want what seems to be the best option for you; sometimes, it’s more fun than the righteousness of life that matters; sometimes, you don’t need the discipline of life as much as the randomness of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34513417-3177964148766171409?l=thisisricky4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/feeds/3177964148766171409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34513417&amp;postID=3177964148766171409' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/3177964148766171409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/3177964148766171409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/2009/08/burden-of-benevolence.html' title='Burden of Benevolence'/><author><name>Siddharth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218323373105602209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3761/3804/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34513417.post-7951670275301179744</id><published>2009-05-05T10:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:05:25.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ctrl C  Ctrl V'/><title type='text'>Thoughts on Graduation! :P</title><content type='html'>Yeh Degree bhi lelo, yeh naukri bhi lelo,&lt;br /&gt;Bhale chheen lo mujhse US ka visa,&lt;br /&gt;Magar mujhko lauta do college ki canteen,&lt;br /&gt;Woh teekha samosaa, woh thanda saaa paani..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh college ki sabse - purani nishaanee,&lt;br /&gt;Woh chai vaalaa jisko - sab kehte the... jaani,&lt;br /&gt;Woh jaani ke hathon - ki 'cutting' chai meethi,&lt;br /&gt;Woh chupke-se journal - mein jo bheji thi chitthi,&lt;br /&gt;Woh padhte hi chitthi - tha uska bhadakna,&lt;br /&gt;Woh chehre ki laali, woh hothon ki gaali ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadi dhoop mein - apney room se nikalnaa,&lt;br /&gt;Woh project ki khatir - tha dar dar bhataknaa ,&lt;br /&gt;Woh lecture mein doston - ki proxy lagaanaa,&lt;br /&gt;Woh ma'am ko chidana, aeroplane udaanaa,&lt;br /&gt;Woh submission ki raaton - ko jagna jagaanaa,&lt;br /&gt;Woh viva ke kisse, woh pracs ki kahani....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh dena bimaari - ka har time bahana,&lt;br /&gt;Woh doosron ke assignment - ko apnaa banana,&lt;br /&gt;Woh seminar ke din - pairon ka chhat-patanaa,&lt;br /&gt;Woh workshop mein din bhar - pasiinaa bahanaa,&lt;br /&gt;Woh slogans banana - woh poster chipkana,&lt;br /&gt;Phir exam ke dino - yaad aati thi naani....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College ki thi - woh lambi si raatein,&lt;br /&gt;Woh doston ke kapre mein - fokat ki baatein;&lt;br /&gt;Woh gathering ke din - pyari mulakatein;&lt;br /&gt;Woh kudiyon ka yuhin - hamesha akadnaa;&lt;br /&gt;Bhulaaye nahin bhool sakta hai koi ,&lt;br /&gt;Woh college ki yaadein - jo ab hain kahani...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Read it somewhere on the web.. and felt a resonance of thoughts! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34513417-7951670275301179744?l=thisisricky4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/feeds/7951670275301179744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34513417&amp;postID=7951670275301179744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/7951670275301179744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/7951670275301179744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/2009/05/thoughts-on-graduation-p.html' title='Thoughts on Graduation! :P'/><author><name>Siddharth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218323373105602209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3761/3804/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34513417.post-6239923021081260633</id><published>2009-03-29T09:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:55:55.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ctrl C  Ctrl V'/><title type='text'>STEM CELLS OF CONSCIOUSNESS</title><content type='html'>They link the individual to the universe and overturn the prevailing notion that reality is composed of senseless objects, random events, mechanical cause-and-effect and impersonal laws of nature. Try this new formulation to reinvent youself: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is created and governed in consciousness. &lt;br /&gt;The universe is aware of itself.&lt;br /&gt;Creation can be traced to its source, an absolute domain outside time and space.&lt;br /&gt;Every event is part of a single process, consciousness interacting with self.&lt;br /&gt;All separation is an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;Life is lived best in the flow of consciousness, without resistance and obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;Events ‘out there’ respond to thoughts and wishes ‘in here’.&lt;br /&gt;At the deepest level, each of us is a co-creator of everything happening in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate power rests with those who are most aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Courtesy: The Times of India&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34513417-6239923021081260633?l=thisisricky4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6239923021081260633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34513417&amp;postID=6239923021081260633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/6239923021081260633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/6239923021081260633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/2009/03/stem-cells-of-consciousness.html' title='STEM CELLS OF CONSCIOUSNESS'/><author><name>Siddharth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218323373105602209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3761/3804/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34513417.post-1987576533057165304</id><published>2009-02-19T16:34:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:12:09.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ctrl C  Ctrl V'/><title type='text'>Delhi 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXBys1gWSlY/SZ0bCtsUveI/AAAAAAAABbo/jQ-UU3WIzuY/s1600-h/Delhi+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXBys1gWSlY/SZ0bCtsUveI/AAAAAAAABbo/jQ-UU3WIzuY/s400/Delhi+6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304425669551504866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;please&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;please&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;please&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;please&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;please&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be it the eagerness to watch the much anticipated movie &lt;em&gt;Delhi 6&lt;/em&gt; which is relasing tomorrow or my sheer ignorance of much more serious things in life, but as soon as I looked at the bottom most line of the page, I thought it was another news about the forthcoming release in the Movies section of the news. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34513417-1987576533057165304?l=thisisricky4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/feeds/1987576533057165304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34513417&amp;postID=1987576533057165304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/1987576533057165304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/1987576533057165304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/2009/02/delhi-6.html' title='Delhi 6'/><author><name>Siddharth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218323373105602209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3761/3804/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AXBys1gWSlY/SZ0bCtsUveI/AAAAAAAABbo/jQ-UU3WIzuY/s72-c/Delhi+6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34513417.post-4143228965448719853</id><published>2009-02-08T02:53:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:46:53.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Star Wars…in our own galaxy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A few days ago as I was browsing through someone’s shared folder on the Local Network, I realized that I have never seen any Star Wars movies. The 6-movie series that in itself defines a genre in the world of cinema had been left untouched by me and, as I came to know later, by most of my friends. So I decided to give it a shot; to try to watch and understand what Star Wars is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this post is not about why I started watching Star Wars, but that once I started, what I thought about it. Getting down straight to the point, there’s a Jedi counsel in the movie whose primary motive is to restore peace and security in that ‘galaxy far far away’. But what struck me was that they had just become machines, working day in and day out to protect the so-called good people from the bad guys; much like our own United Nations that claims to be the good side and having prosperity of the human race, their chief objective. But the way the Jedi counsel was being shown dealing with problems all the time, it was clear that they were having a busy time; hence depicting the extent of turmoil in the ‘Republic’. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering what kind of a world (not in the right sense of the word) was that which had unrest all over, exploiting the limited resources all the time of a force so strong, to keep things under control? Me as an outsider was astonished at the level of grief and distress in that world and had a strong repulsive feeling about it. But suddenly I realized that it was just a reflection of our own world. Our world, this earth, has become (or for that matter, has been) the home of such unrests and wars and pain and misery that Star Wars is just a metaphor of our own world. If someday, an actual alien ship arrives at our doors he would feel the same repulsive feeling towards earth as I had towards the Star Wars galaxy. What image would he take of us humans: a living race that knows nothing better than inflicting pain to its own kind and always in the hunt of innovating easier manifestation of death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was discussing all this with one of my friends and he had a strong opinion about all this. His argument was that if there is no bad, the good can not be recognized. So within our world, if we need to understand the beauty of a bright spring morning, we have to go through the cold winter. If not for the wars, we would never cherish peace as much as we do. But does it always have to be the extremes? Why for every plus, there has to be a minus? Can’t there be a neutral zero denomination so that even if we do not enjoy as much, someone else is saved from suffering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take an example of our bathroom showers. We can very well afford to buy a bucket and use it for bathing so that we don’t leave water running all through while we are bathing. But just for a bit of a convenience, we would stand under a shower wasting gallons of water in a day here in Singapore while people in Africa and some other water-deficit regions, die because there is no clean water for even drinking purposes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the positive and negative of life we are talking about? Are these the 2 sides of this f**ked up coin called life? Is this the true nature of life where for a part of the human race to move forward, the rest of it has to live in such adverse conditions or worse, die? As for me, it only appears that the human race, in its bid to be ahead in the race – a race with itself – has to compromise its own beings to the hands of death. As one part of us speeds towards the peak, the other part falls further down in the dungeon of poverty, misery and chaos. Unless we find a solution to this inequality, unless the human race can realize the need to stand hand in hand working towards the betterment of the entire race as a whole, this unrest and turmoil will find no end. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said about the sufferers of this ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34513417-4143228965448719853?l=thisisricky4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4143228965448719853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34513417&amp;postID=4143228965448719853' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/4143228965448719853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/4143228965448719853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/2009/02/star-warsin-our-own-galaxy.html' title='Star Wars…in our own galaxy!'/><author><name>Siddharth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218323373105602209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3761/3804/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34513417.post-3896641086161886154</id><published>2008-10-20T04:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:52:35.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hectic'/><title type='text'>Timelessness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dunno where all the time is running away??? And I have like endless amount of work!! :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there's fyp.. the stupid application is not working!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;software engineering... C man, I'm not a java student! :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;database systems... SQL + webratio + jdbc + jdk + XXXXXX = ???? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HR project... Gaadi bula rahi hai, 'Citi' baja rahi hai.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;job applications.. indefinitely infinite!! are they even hiring?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dunno where to start, which meetin to attend or which project to work on.. And someone reminded me today that exams are just a month away... SOS!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34513417-3896641086161886154?l=thisisricky4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/feeds/3896641086161886154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34513417&amp;postID=3896641086161886154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/3896641086161886154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/3896641086161886154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/2008/10/timelessness.html' title='Timelessness!'/><author><name>Siddharth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218323373105602209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3761/3804/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34513417.post-124526913520247516</id><published>2008-10-07T13:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:15:04.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Lesson for the Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Learn to &lt;em&gt;hear&lt;/em&gt; No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seldom we are told to learn to say &lt;em&gt;No!&lt;/em&gt; Yes, I always used to say &lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt; to whatever I was asked to do and things didn't go very well with that. I have learnt to say No - may be the hard way, but I believe it's worth it. What I still have to learn is to be prepared to be ignored; to be left out; to be answered with an obtuse &lt;em&gt;No!&lt;/em&gt; on the face. Apart from teaching me to accept whatever is thrown at me, it'll also help me to subjugate my expectations from people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Learning to &lt;em&gt;say&lt;/em&gt; no may be important to live, but learning to &lt;em&gt;hear&lt;/em&gt; it might be crucial to even survive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34513417-124526913520247516?l=thisisricky4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/feeds/124526913520247516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34513417&amp;postID=124526913520247516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/124526913520247516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/124526913520247516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/2008/10/lesson-for-day.html' title='Lesson for the Day!'/><author><name>Siddharth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218323373105602209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3761/3804/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34513417.post-7968989108330049828</id><published>2008-09-06T04:08:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T18:58:07.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspired'/><title type='text'>Pichhle Saat Dino Mein Maine Khoya</title><content type='html'>Meri Laundry Ka Ek Bill, Ek Aadhi Padi Novel...&lt;br /&gt;Ek Ladki Ka Phone Number, Mere Kaam Ka Ek Paper...&lt;br /&gt;Mere Taash Se Heart Ka King, Mera Ek Chandi Ka Ring...&lt;br /&gt;Pichhle Saat Dino Mein Maine Khoya&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi Khud Pe Hansa Main Aur Kabhi Khud Pe Roya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And just like this song, the movie '&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1230165/"&gt;Rock On&lt;/a&gt;' shows how many things we lose everyday. It's only very late (sometimes too late!) that we realize how we lost it and how important it was in our life. Sometimes, all of a sudden you know that you've just lost someone. Those emotionally stressed moments seem to be very painful. But more depressing are the times when you are in the process of losing a person. You know that this person has been a part of your life and at the same time you see him/her drifting away. It's the helplessness that makes this ordeal even more painful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But life is more complicated than you ever know. You never know how it can slither and throw surprises in the name of broken relations again at your face. Sometimes these experiences are good; more often bad. But all we need to do is accept them as life's new lessons and move along with them. These are the tests life inflicts upon us and it's upto us to live upto our own estimation of our capabilities. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is full of complexities. You just have to &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; allow them to take over you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34513417-7968989108330049828?l=thisisricky4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/feeds/7968989108330049828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34513417&amp;postID=7968989108330049828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/7968989108330049828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/7968989108330049828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/2008/09/pichhle-saat-dino-mein-maine-khoya.html' title='Pichhle Saat Dino Mein Maine Khoya'/><author><name>Siddharth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218323373105602209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3761/3804/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34513417.post-4708417907818990352</id><published>2008-08-27T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T01:25:17.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lesson for the Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not always your mistake! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We often (unintentionally) assume that the world is centred around us but it's not. Just like so many things (including people) affect us, so are other people affected. And I am not the only reason of anything (or everything) going wrong with me or the people around. Was it lack of confidence or too much self-consciousness, I'm yet to figure out but at least I've stopped finding myself guilty of anything and everything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34513417-4708417907818990352?l=thisisricky4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4708417907818990352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34513417&amp;postID=4708417907818990352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/4708417907818990352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/4708417907818990352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/2008/08/lesson-for-day-its-not-always-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Siddharth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218323373105602209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3761/3804/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34513417.post-7505792380939951732</id><published>2008-08-13T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:16:43.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Long Time No See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been away from blogging for a long time now. Can't say longest because I'm not sure how long this session of blogging will last. I was thinking of getting back to blogging for quite some time  though but just couldn't think of anything to start with. Finally thought of one of the reasons for why I wanted to get back to blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2008 has been really different for me in a lot of ways. I have seen a new face of the world as well as of myself. I have come to know more about myself. And that's what I believe life is all about - to look towards one reactions (and how they change with time) as life throws another problem at your face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, coming back to the main topic,  I've been doing a lot of things which I used to do some time ago but had left in between; thanks to the Industrial Attachment I did for good 6 months. It was this realization of life taking a U-turn that made me think of getting back to this website. Some of the things that I've been enjoying doing again after this gap are - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meeting old friends&lt;/strong&gt; - Friends who had been away or I haven't been in touch with for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attending classes&lt;/strong&gt; - Nearly after 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trying to keep my table clean&lt;/strong&gt; - I remember how particular I was of keeping it clean in my first year of university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not caring about anything more than myself&lt;/strong&gt; - First rule of life: To love others, learn to love thyself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Downloading and sending songs to people&lt;/strong&gt; - Songs that I love.. People who believe in my choice of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reading Harry Potter again&lt;/strong&gt; - Just found nothing else more interesting than the scar-ed boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trying to get back to Facebook and Orkut&lt;/strong&gt; - Finally fed up of people's complaints of not replying to their messgaes on these websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from these things, after blogging, there's my guitar to give some time to. Haven't even tuned it for 6 months now. And friday night is a plan to go for a night-out with friends at ECP (East Coast Park). So looking forward to enjoy these deja-vu experiences and hoping to keep finding stuff to blog about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34513417-7505792380939951732?l=thisisricky4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/feeds/7505792380939951732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34513417&amp;postID=7505792380939951732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/7505792380939951732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/7505792380939951732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/2008/08/long-time-no-see-i-know-ive-been-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Siddharth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218323373105602209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3761/3804/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34513417.post-6993872402099712453</id><published>2007-07-03T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T11:50:02.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-random Thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is that what they think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayawati has won the elections in Uttar Pradesh and after a long time, a party has come into power without any coalition. The Bahujan Samaj Party (BSP) has made people believe that it will bring a drastic (does that mean positive?) change in the so-called &lt;em&gt;Uttam Pradesh&lt;/em&gt; of ex-chief minister Mulayam Singh Yadav. However, it’ll take at least 2 years before people can decide how effective this new government turns out to be for UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having no interest in knowing what governments promise the public before elections, I hardly know what Mayawati proposed for the betterment of UP before winning the 206 seats that she did earlier this year. But during a train journey, I came about this person from the BSP who gave me an insight of what &lt;em&gt;he thinks&lt;/em&gt; BSP is going to do and how it is going to make India a Supreme Power in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a really slim guy, easily over 6 feet in height, who moreover looked more like a scarecrow with a loose &lt;em&gt;pink&lt;/em&gt; shirt and brown pants worn in the &lt;em&gt;typical&lt;/em&gt; Indian fashion – tight at the waist and baggy near the feet. The encounter was more like a conversation between him and 3-4 other people but to avoid confusion, I’d like to present it in the form of an &lt;em&gt;unquoted&lt;/em&gt; interview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: In the coming Lok Sabha elections, BSP is going to become a national party, winning at least 100 seats. If we win this election, then we can show the country how dedicatedly BSP can work for the betterment of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ques: But how will you bring about changes so easily in a coalition government?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: If someone from BSP becomes the PM. (&lt;em&gt;Are you talking about Mayawati?&lt;/em&gt;) Look at India’s history. The ‘Rajah’ has always ruled in India. Look at 3000 years of India’s history (&lt;em&gt;I’m listening&lt;/em&gt;) - be it Muslims in the 8-9th century (&lt;em&gt;is it?&lt;/em&gt;) – then Shivaji – the Christians (&lt;em&gt;now when did Christians rule us&lt;/em&gt;?) – Sirf Rajah ka rule raha hai – After 1947, Nehru was Rajah (&lt;em&gt;I thought we became democratic!&lt;/em&gt;) In today’s world, the PM and the CM are the Rajah. And the way the Rajah will rule the country, so will be the Praja!! – (&lt;em&gt;Awesome!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking about something else (which I failed to grasp and note down) he started off with the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: India will soon become the best country in the World. That is because India has all the raw material (&lt;em&gt;I wonder why the British came to India; ‘all raw material’? I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;s Middle East still on earth&lt;/em&gt;?) So India will be the leading nation of the world. (&lt;em&gt;I don’t know why he added the following&lt;/em&gt;) “Abraham Lincoln has tried since he is 28-30 but he lost all the time until he become the President at 60.”- (&lt;em&gt;now that one is quoted!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ques: But the country’s development can’t be done with through politics alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: “It can succeeded.” – (&lt;em&gt;Wow!&lt;/em&gt;) – All big shots will lose their land. When BSP comes to power, it will take up all the land illegally acquired by these big shots and they will be worth only begging on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ques: How will this be done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: We’ll open up all their files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ques: But by the time you take serious action, your term will be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: No! We’ll take fast decisions, within 24 hours (&lt;em&gt;nice!&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ques: But the judiciary doesn’t work according to the ruling party(at least not on paper).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: We will control that also - (&lt;em&gt;by?&lt;/em&gt;) – by Equality! (&lt;em&gt;What the hell?&lt;/em&gt;) India ko usi ne govern kiya hai jo ‘castes’ ko sambhaal paaya hai. So we’ll have people from all the different castes in the government so that there is equality and quick and ‘just’ actions could be taken. (&lt;em&gt;I beg your pardon!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily (for us), he didn’t stay for too long in the train and left after telling his name as Bharat Kumar – it had to be Bharat! Who else will be more concerned about the country than its own sons?? Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, this post is not about making fun of this person or about what he thinks about India and his party. It is the thought that what kind of people constitute India’s present political domain. How the political parties are illusion-ing young individuals and making them work for their own benefit. I’m not blaming them for not doing there work. They are at least &lt;em&gt;trying to run&lt;/em&gt; their homeland. But sometimes, I wonder if they are working only for their &lt;em&gt;home&lt;/em&gt; or for their &lt;em&gt;land&lt;/em&gt; too…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34513417-6993872402099712453?l=thisisricky4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6993872402099712453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34513417&amp;postID=6993872402099712453' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/6993872402099712453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/6993872402099712453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/2007/07/indias-future.html' title=''/><author><name>Siddharth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218323373105602209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3761/3804/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34513417.post-7048055528713696323</id><published>2007-06-18T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:39:32.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reflection or Illusion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two long years of travelling between India and Singapore and where have I reached? I wonder why the feeling of patriotism and the sense of pride towards India took over me only after going to Singapore. I guess (also most-rightly said) we realize the actual worth of anything only after losing it. But have I really lost India? Or am I losing it in pieces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times in Singapore when I come across Indian books, literature, culture and most influencingly the magnificent pictures of our innumerable national heritages. Several of my friends can act as witnesses to my hyper level of excitement during these moments. How I feel rejoiced if I can find something Indian on the streets, mention about India in SS modules or at the museum, about Subhas Chandra Bose's presence in Singapore even before independence, the president of Singapore being of an Indian origin and most importantly, &lt;em&gt;Singapura -&lt;/em&gt; the name itself derived from Hindi. These things have always made me realize how much I love India and miss it during my time in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time in India, a nascent feeling has surrounded me. I've started experiencing a sense of pride in being a part of Singapore - of this tiny state where I've spent merely 6.4% of my whole life (till date i.e.) Comes a news referring to what's new (or old) about Singapore and I find myself reading through the whole article as if trying to experience the comforts of my second home once again. All the more, I'll start talking about the different places I've been to and what's good (and rarely about what's bad) at certain places to whoever is sitting beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is turning out to be a total reciprocation of the feelings I have for India when in Singapore. When in India, I've always missed Singapore - the university, my friends, the climate, the easy transportation and the friendly and helpful nature of (most) people. But that doesn't mean that I've started looking down upon India. The rich culture of my country has always fascinated me and will continue to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I fear. I fear of being torn apart between these two nations. One, which gave me birth and helped me grow into what I am today and the second that is supporting me to build myself, a bright and reassuring future. Roughly speaking, I've been staying out of India for 2 years now but to be precise, I've just spent 494 days in Singapore. And I'm already having a feeling of being &lt;em&gt;shared&lt;/em&gt; by the 2 countries. How can Singapore imprint an impression on me so deep in so less time that I've started looking at it the same way I look at India when overseas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it's a feeling of my acceptance of Singapore (and vice versa) or am I just being fascinated by a "developed" nation where there is absolutely nothing in the name of culture or natural beauty but artificially-lined trees, unnatural beaches and a working environment so alarmingly comfortable that it can easily make a jellyfish of a person. I am yet to discover what really is in my heart for this "City of Choices". Does it really takes India's place when I'm already here or is it just an illusioned reflection I'm looking at?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34513417-7048055528713696323?l=thisisricky4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/feeds/7048055528713696323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34513417&amp;postID=7048055528713696323' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/7048055528713696323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/7048055528713696323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/2007/06/reflection-or-illusion-two-long-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Siddharth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218323373105602209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3761/3804/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34513417.post-2935202923739014006</id><published>2007-06-11T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T13:30:28.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-random Thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mera Bharat Mahan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last few weeks in India, I’ve been through such interesting incidents at 2 different Government Offices that I sadly feel that India has to come a long way - not in technical or economic fronts but in the attitude and behavior of the people – to &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; to become, as perceived by Dr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam, a Developed Nation by 2020.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scenario 1&lt;/strong&gt;: During coming back from Singapore in early May this year I forgot to check out my room and return my transponder (an electronic equipment used to un/lock doors) at my Hostel Office. I called the Hostel Management people about the issue and they asked me to send the transponder to them by mail once I get back to my city. For the same, when I went to my nearest Post Office to Speed Post my transponder to Singapore, the person at the counter told me that since I’m sending an electronic item, I need to get it passed through the customs for which I was supposed to go to the Head Post Office of Agra City. It made to me complete sense to &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; allow “anyone” send “anything” by post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Head Post Office, on being asked about Speed Post, the person at the Counter 1 referred me to Counter 4. All 6 counters in the office were next to each other. The guy at Counter 4 asked me to get the stuff checked by the Custom Officer. On being asked about his whereabouts, he said &lt;em&gt;Andar baithe hain!&lt;/em&gt; and waved his hand towards his left – towards the main office and also towards Counter 1. I went inside the office through the other side and after passing through I-don’t-how-many rooms where everyone said &lt;em&gt;Custom? Us room mein!&lt;/em&gt; always referring to the next room, I finally found out that the Custom Officer sits right behind the guy at Counter 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Custom Officer – sounds like a serious person who keeps a strict eye on every article that comes under his nose. But the scene at this office: A 30-something normal looking guy sits behind a table – a table full of NOTHING. He absolutely had nothing on his table save a closed register and a plastic cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Sir, Mujhe ye saamaan Singapore bhejna hai&lt;/em&gt;. It’s a transponder. (He makes a questioning face.) &lt;em&gt;Mere room ki key hai&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Officer: &lt;em&gt;Key ka kya hai? Woh log doosri banwa lenge&lt;/em&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;Me: This is an Electronic key. &lt;em&gt;Agar nahi bheji to mera $40 charge lag jaayega. Aap check kar lijiye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Officer: &lt;em&gt;To bhej dijiye, problem kya hai?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Woh keh rahe hain aap check karenge&lt;/em&gt; (pointing at Counter 4)&lt;br /&gt;Officer: &lt;em&gt;Arey aap waha pahucho to sahi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to Counter 4 and ask the person to look towards the Custom Officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custom Officer: &lt;em&gt;Ye jo bhej rahe hain, bhej do. Who log Dilli mein check kar lenge. Yahaan par check karne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, What the hell? This person would have been appointed here to lessen the burden of the Officers at Delhi. And he is sitting ideally in this busy office doing absolutely nothing – so much so – he tends to avoid every work that comes his way. I thought of the various facilities and privileges people are offered while (and after) working in a Government Office and about the amount of work they (don't) do. The cut-throat competition to get into a Government Office in India suddenly seemed very rational to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scenario 2&lt;/strong&gt;: I entered the Hajrat Nizamuddin Railway Station in Delhi. It was 5pm and I had to buy a ticket to Agra for a 6 o'clock train. There were 5 ticket counters out of which, only 4 were operational. (Note that the ticket counter schedule confirms that all 5 counters should be operational after 2.30 till atleast 7 in the evening.) Luckily, there weren't any long queues at any of the counters and I decided to stand at counter 3 in spite of a shorter queue at counter 4 (coz there weren't many people at 3 also).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queue moved fast and within 10 mins, I was the second person to be served. But as soon as the 1st person asked for a ticket, the counter manager kept a &lt;em&gt;Khidki Bandh (&lt;/em&gt;Window Closed) sign in front of him - without any prior notification of his intentions or whatsoever. On being asked till when will the counter be closed, he gave &lt;em&gt;no reply &lt;/em&gt;as if his duty ends wherever and whenever he wishes to and he is&lt;em&gt; not&lt;/em&gt; answerable to any of the customer's queries. Easily came to my mind, a comparison to a private company, where the person-in-charge is commited to fulfil his customer's needs and sees that the customer doesn't feel offended in any manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, the other queues had grown longer. Having no choice, I moved to the queue at counter 1 but after standing there for atleast 5 mins (and realizing that it hasn't moved an inch forward :P) I looked up towards the window. The counter incharge was either counting money or something but wasn't taking any orders from the customer standing at the counter. The guy in front of me told that it has been so since the last 10 minutes. It was past 5.15 and I decided to move to yet another queue to buy my ticket asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I joined the queue at counter 5. Even this queue was moving quite fast but as soon as I was the 2nd person (again!!) in the queue, the guy at the counter got up and just walked away - without saying a word. My eyes followed the man to the sides of the rectangular room until I could see no more. He was probably talking to someone in the other part of the room and drinking water. After 2 mins, he started walking towards his seat but just passed by. He went out of the office from the back door w/o even looking at the window (and the customers) he was supposed to attend. I started looking sideways, only to realize that the queues were no more short. There were just 2 queues now (at 4 and 5) and both had atleast 13-15 people compared to &lt;em&gt;four&lt;/em&gt; 6-7 people long queues just 15 mins back. It was like, though the system had made provision for the passengers to get their tickets asap, it wasn't practically possible just because of the negligence of the employees towards their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a woman with a 5 year old kid trying to get a ticket at counter 4; but to other's complain, refusing to stand in the line. On being asked, she said she can't stand in a line of 15 people with a kid that small. Obviously she was making excuses (and playing on emotions of others) to cut the line and get her work done easily but &lt;em&gt;methods&lt;/em&gt; should be adopted so that people don't get a chance to exploit other's kindness. &lt;em&gt;Methods&lt;/em&gt;, that are already there on paper but are hardly implemented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another 5-7 mins, the counter incharge came back and resumed his work as lazily as ever. Well, ignoring all the feelings I had against that guy (and against the Indian Railways) at that moment, I quickly bought my ticket and rushed towards the platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying in a foreign country, I've realized one thing: Its not the technical advancements and better quality goods that make a nation work smoothly; its the people - their behaviour and their attitude towards their fellowmen that paves the way for a developing country towards attaining its goals. Unless we start to believe in one another and exchange respect, India's path towards the First World seems to be indispensably difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34513417-2935202923739014006?l=thisisricky4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/feeds/2935202923739014006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34513417&amp;postID=2935202923739014006' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/2935202923739014006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/2935202923739014006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/2007/06/mera-bharat-mahan-during-last-few-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Siddharth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218323373105602209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3761/3804/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34513417.post-7025440379888057594</id><published>2007-05-30T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T13:31:13.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ctrl C  Ctrl V'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Say NO to No!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Isn't it high time someone got negative about negativity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;Look around. The world is full of things that, according to nay-sayers, should never have happened.&lt;br /&gt;"Impossible."&lt;br /&gt;"Impracticle."&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;And yet "yes."&lt;br /&gt;Yes, continents have been found.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, men have played golf on the moon.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, straw is being turned into biofuel to power cars.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, yes.&lt;br /&gt;What does it take to turn no into yes?&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity. An open mind. A willingness to take risks. And when the problem seems most insoluble, when the challenge is hardest, when everyone else is shaking their heads, to say: Let's Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I actually read the above piece in a magazine and felt like posting it :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34513417-7025440379888057594?l=thisisricky4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/feeds/7025440379888057594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34513417&amp;postID=7025440379888057594' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/7025440379888057594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/7025440379888057594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/2007/05/say-no-to-no-isnt-it-high-time-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Siddharth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218323373105602209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3761/3804/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34513417.post-1508109980602525142</id><published>2007-05-22T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T13:31:34.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobless'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Tagged!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! I've been Tagged. Actually I was Tagged a looooong time back but initially I thought I'll blog only about lamitivity. :P Now I realize that I have many other things (read ideas) that I'd like to share with people. So I thought that to answer to this 'tag' thing will be the best choice to start with. So, here I am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that &lt;em&gt;scare&lt;/em&gt; me :&lt;br /&gt;1. A Crying Joker&lt;br /&gt;hmm... Can't think of anything else that scares me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people who make me &lt;em&gt;laugh&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;1. GPRS2 - includes all the members!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Russel Peters&lt;br /&gt;3. Eric Cartman from South Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;1. Looking at the sky on a starry night (you just don't get to see many in S'pore &lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;3. Being with Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;1. Working in an office without &lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;/aircon/proper internet access (like right now)&lt;br /&gt;2. Bitching about others.&lt;br /&gt;3. When people don't keep their promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I &lt;em&gt;don't understand&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;1. Why am I studyin Engineering&lt;br /&gt;2. The Stock Market&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't understand what I should write here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things &lt;em&gt;on my desk&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;1. My laptop with all its peripherals (ext. keyboard/speakers).&lt;br /&gt;2. Lots of crap.&lt;br /&gt;3. Anything un-academic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I am &lt;em&gt;doing now&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;1. Sitting jobless in my office, coz my boss is gonna come 4 hrs late today.&lt;br /&gt;2. Blogging, coz the TCS ppl have blocked ALL other sites but blogspot - no other choice.&lt;br /&gt;3. Asking random people in my office to read my blog and comment on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I &lt;em&gt;want to do&lt;/em&gt; before I die :&lt;br /&gt;1. Visit Egypt - the Pyramids!&lt;br /&gt;2. Sky diving&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn French thoroughly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I &lt;em&gt;can do&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;1. Crack Gande Jokes in literally every line.&lt;br /&gt;2. Make friends (and &lt;strong&gt;be&lt;/strong&gt; a good one!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Dance - oh I've been missing it so badly in S'pore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you &lt;em&gt;should listen to&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;1. Your Mom-Dad.&lt;br /&gt;2. Contemporary Music&lt;br /&gt;3. ME - when I'm talking :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you &lt;em&gt;should never listen to&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;1. Gossips - if your intention is to believe them.&lt;br /&gt;2. What the Daily Horoscope in the Newspaper says.&lt;br /&gt;3. Politicians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I'd &lt;em&gt;like to learn&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;1. How to manage Money :(&lt;br /&gt;2. How to clean my room regularly. ;)&lt;br /&gt;3. What is "good" (saaf) humour (if it really exists)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Favourite &lt;em&gt;Foods&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;1. Pav Bhaji&lt;br /&gt;2. Daal Baati&lt;br /&gt;3. Anything cooked by my Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three beverages I &lt;em&gt;drink&lt;/em&gt; regularly:&lt;br /&gt;1. Water (surprised?)&lt;br /&gt;2. Ice Lemon Tea&lt;br /&gt;3. Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three TV &lt;em&gt;shows/books&lt;/em&gt; I watched/read as a kid :&lt;br /&gt;1. I Dream of Jeanie/ The Famous Five Series&lt;br /&gt;2. Small Wonder/ Archies&lt;br /&gt;3. Just Mohabbat/ Champak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people I would love to &lt;em&gt;tag&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;Well, all the people I know who blog have already been Tagged. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done!! (phew!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34513417-1508109980602525142?l=thisisricky4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/feeds/1508109980602525142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34513417&amp;postID=1508109980602525142' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/1508109980602525142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/1508109980602525142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/2007/05/hi-ive-been-tagged.html' title=''/><author><name>Siddharth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218323373105602209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3761/3804/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34513417.post-5521936091793629671</id><published>2007-05-21T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T13:35:11.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganda'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello friends...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd like to apologize for being so late in "updating" my blog...par kya karein...&lt;em&gt;Control nahi hota&lt;/em&gt; :P Actually, I wasn’t able to get enough time to re-collect much material for this update… But then, I realized that it was getting too late…&lt;br /&gt;So, Dear L.G.s and P.R. (Sorry, for I can’t reveal the full forms in public :D), welcome back to the Gandagi….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the major updates…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arushi, a major, honorary and unique (being the only person in the sub-com) member has been pushing really hard to get a seat in the Main Ex-Co. She’s been trying really hard to convince each one of the Ex-Co members to become the first “Gandi Bachhi” of our Lame Club. So much so, that soon after the publishing of my last blog, Arushi posted the following commendable piece of s&lt;strong&gt;crap&lt;/strong&gt; to all the Ex-Co members:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arushi&lt;/strong&gt; : Hi, I want to get promoted to the ex-co of GPRS2.. why don't u do some propa&lt;strong&gt;ganda&lt;/strong&gt; for me?? Or are u guys waiting for me to maaro a prop&lt;strong&gt;er&lt;/strong&gt;ganda??&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;- Never mind Arushi, even if you don’t get to that position soon, you’re still the &lt;em&gt;top woman&lt;/em&gt; in the club. :P :P :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To spread the word of GPRS2 and to make it a universally acclaimed club, Ranvir and Satya are planning to open a branch of the club in the US from coming July. These people are going to Silicon ‘Waali’..nahi Waaley.. or is it Valley?? I’m trying not to be pervert and so should you.. :P&lt;br /&gt;- So we’re gonna have an American Chapter to the GPRS2 very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Pulak and I have decided to be as Gande as we have ever been. Recently, we were having a discussion about the grading system in NUS. We knew that below C, you directly get a D+ but not a C-. Also, someone told us that to pass, you need atleast a C (which is actually for the S/U modules, but we were ignorant of this fact at that time). So, we were discussing that if below C is fail, why do they have a certain D+ and another D (considering both depict “failure”) but no C-.&lt;br /&gt;- We could only make out that may be D+ is to tell you &lt;em&gt;ke aap pass ke pass hain&lt;/em&gt;… and at the same time, there can’t be a C- coz &lt;em&gt;aap fail ke fail to ho nahi sakte&lt;/em&gt;… :P (I know it doesn’t sound too funny right now but we actually laughed - for about 5-10 mins - at the “stupidity” of our thoughts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this semester was full of “gandi meetings” – thanks to modules like EE2006 and EE2012 – which resulted in the formation of some awesome gande over the semester. Once Shankar, Pulak and I were having a discussion of why so many people are named “Tan” in Singapore. I suggested that coz Sentosa is near by, may be people often go there and get '&lt;strong&gt;Tan&lt;/strong&gt;'ned. (please don’t kill me!!)&lt;br /&gt;But then somehow the discussion turned to how Singapore’s population is declining and then, came to our ganda mind:&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if you have ‘sex’ on the beach??&lt;br /&gt;Think think…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun-tan (Santaan!!) :P :P :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this joke got really famous until one day it reached Rajoshi’s ears when she asked me, What would have been if the beach was in Indonesia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she told me the answer………….. Bin-tan!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start of this semester, there were several book stalls at the Central Forum and I often used to roam around the bazaar. On one of these days, I came across a book which I (I, being particularly and characteristically Me) decided to buy instantly. The book was titled: 10,001 of the World’s Worst Jokes !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a huge, Encyclopedia-type book (in both height and breadth) with no name of either the author or the compiler. (Not) going through these details, I concluded that this must be some low publicized, unwanted publication. But in a few days, I came to know that another member of GPRS2, Neha, already has that book, which she had been using as an inspiration to hit “gande” jokes for years!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really Sorry for doing this to all you people but here are some examples of the level of &lt;em&gt;Gandagi&lt;/em&gt; in that book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# What time is it to go to the Dentist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tooth – Hurty (2.30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# What is common between Alexander the Great and Hermit the Frog??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The same Middle Name!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are my favourite: the Monstor Jokes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# What did the baby monster say to his Babysitter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I want my Mummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Why did the sea monster eat more than one ships that were carrying potatoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Coz &lt;em&gt;No one can eat just one&lt;/em&gt; potato ships!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Why do they have a fence around the Graveyard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Everybody is dying to get in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Why didn’t Dracula have many friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He was a pain in the Neck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# What did the Vampire say when he was done biting someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It was nice Gnawing you !! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Dracula’s favourite place in New York?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Vampire State Building !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# What do you call a Lost Monster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A Where Wolf!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, by know, you might have had a good (or rather bad) idea of the book. But what can I do. I really am so jobless at times during the semester. Once, during such jobless spans of time, I was browsing through my phone book when I came across a name which made me think of the following question:&lt;br /&gt;Agar &lt;em&gt;Dharti &lt;/em&gt;hamari &lt;em&gt;Ma&lt;/em&gt; hai to &lt;em&gt;Pita&lt;/em&gt; kaun hai??&lt;br /&gt;Well, think of it.. Ma to pata hai, Pita kaun hoga?? &lt;em&gt;Bhupati&lt;/em&gt;!! :P&lt;br /&gt;Hehe..Avoiding most (or all?) of Emraan Hashmi’s movies, Mom’s husband should be the father no… :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester, in one of our modules, Pulak and I were writing a report about the Narmada River Valley Project. Everything was working out fine until we came down to choosing an appropriate title for our report. After lot of speculations, we came up with the following title (and actually went ahead submitting the report with it). It was named: Narmada: Damned by Dam :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the submission, I was telling Ranvir how we came up with this idea and also went ahead with it. And Ranvir, as always, came up with even a better (or worse?) idea:&lt;br /&gt;Narmada: Shall we give it a Dam?&lt;br /&gt;Hehe..I would just like to say…It was too Ranvir of him!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that’s enough gandagi...I should go take a shower now…:P&lt;br /&gt;Signing out with a promise to post more often and not keeping people waiting (and scrapping me) for more of my Gande Jokes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, here’s a last one from the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a guy went to the Doctor and said, “Doctor, I can’t differentiate between colors”&lt;br /&gt;The doctor replied, “Oh! It’s just your Pigments of Imagination!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care Guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cyaz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34513417-5521936091793629671?l=thisisricky4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/feeds/5521936091793629671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34513417&amp;postID=5521936091793629671' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/5521936091793629671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/5521936091793629671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-friends-well-id-like-to-apologize.html' title=''/><author><name>Siddharth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218323373105602209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3761/3804/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34513417.post-116188058683490491</id><published>2006-10-26T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T13:35:52.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganda'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed in (Online)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well-come back to the Ganda-gali!!...ya ya...i know...i'm writing after a long time...but things really are like this in NUS...i.e. &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;o &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;se &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;tudying!! Well, that is a comment from one of the members of &lt;strong&gt;GPRS&lt;/strong&gt;. In fact, this person has raised his level from being just a member of the club to the Ex-Co. And because of him, now the club's name has been changed to &lt;strong&gt;GPRS2&lt;/strong&gt;!! aakhir &lt;em&gt;sequels&lt;/em&gt; ka mausam chal raha hai =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I need to introduce to you, the "others"-- as in, the other members of GPRS2. Well, after Satya's departure from the Sub-Com the only left member there is Confused Soul...I'll give you an example of her "gandagi": She was trying to boost up the morale of one of her friends, when they both had a test, the next day. And while talking to her, she goes like...You don't have to be so worried yaar. All of us are in the same state.......actually, all of us are in the same country!!! :) I know,I know....You must be wondering when a person in the Sub-com can be so lame, what about the Ex-Co members. But they really are in the Ex-Co...and for good reasons!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pulak&lt;/strong&gt;: One of the lamest peersons i've ever met. He's so lame, so lame...he nearly got his leg broken last year!! Once, I messaged him, "I'll come to your room in a while...say, 15 minutes". And this guy replies back to me," Said, 15 minutes". :P Tell me, how can you be lamer than this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ranvir&lt;/strong&gt;: Another gem in the Lame World. This guy is too good. His consistency and quality of Ganda jokes is simply unbeatable! Once, he asked one of his friends when was she going back home. Both of them were standing at a bus-stop and his friend humourously replied,"as soon as the next bus comes". And, Ranvir says..Oh! You're going by Airbus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siddharth&lt;/strong&gt;: Well, thats Me!! And you'll understand my standard by the end of this paragraph. If you don't know, &lt;em&gt;Jal-the band&lt;/em&gt; don't have a permanent drummer. You must be wondring, why the hell am I talking about this band from Pakistan. Thats the thing: you need to keep a lot of things in your mind to crack quality gande jokes. By the way, Pulak 'n' I already knew this fact when we were sitting in a lecture ( Pulak-- in a lecture??? I know its hard to accept it but ya...this spectacular event finally happened this sem). Our lecturer was teaching us "something" about Band-Theory and how fully filled or fully empty bands are bad conductors of electricity, while "partially-filled bands" are good conductors. And it struck me...partially filled bands, jal-the band not having a permanent drummer is a partially filled band, so it must be a good conductor of electricity...There there there...now i came to know why Water(jal) is a good conductor of electricity!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Satya&lt;/strong&gt;: This guy is another quality ganda cracker. Only thing he lacks is consistency. But thats doesn't matter. I'll tell you the joke he cracked which urged Ranvir to offer him a seat in the Ex-Co. Satya, Ranvir and I were passing through SRC field when I realized an urgent need to use the internet. I was like," Is waqt Net ke saamne kaun hoga?" And Satya instantly replies- Spider!! Hats off to you Satya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this was a brief introduction of the Ex-Co of GPRS2. This update to my blog might have taken even a longer time. But I was urged to write this one because Arushi n Neha kept on bugging me to write more Gande Jokes. So, if anyone really enjoys this blog(or is angry about it), please divert all your thanking (and swearing :P) services to these 2 females-my very good friends n honorary members of GPRS2. Following are some more Gande Jokes delivered by some excellent members of the Club across the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAUTION&lt;/strong&gt;: Following matter is highly &lt;em&gt;contagious&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAHAYA JANGAN DEKAT&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Once, we needed to popularize the term SAS. For those who don't know, all student matters in NUS are dealt by the Office of Student Affairs(OSA). While trying to connect it to SOS, &lt;em&gt;to easily popularize SAS&lt;/em&gt;, the advertising campaign once came by such a suggestion...&lt;br /&gt;SOS + OSA = SOS + O as A = SAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Later it was known that the term was SASS and not SAS. This was a job under the Faculty of Arts and Social Science (FASS). Can you guess the next advertising suggestion?? Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;FASS = F AS S = SASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# This one is from one of the newest members of GPRS2...Tejz! We were having a conversation about MCQs and someone suggested that to hit a fluke, the best guesses are b,c...n Tejz is like, 'NUS mein bhi reservation hota hai?? for BC(Backward Class)' ...(its not over yet)... I told her that in NUS buses, its written SC Auto (may be some indication of the engine) so there's a reservation even in NUS buses...and Tejz, outshining most of the members, said," You know, they want to stop reservation...thats why, they've written it on the BUS (BAS)!!" Excellent Fantastic Done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# These are from the Internet...Some ganda master of a similar wavelength must have thought about them..&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Lee's Slam Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Favorite vegetable..........................Mu Lee&lt;br /&gt;2. Bruce Lee's sister-in-law's name.......... Saa Lee&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite Breakfast......................... Id Lee&lt;br /&gt;4. Favourite festival.......................... Diwa Lee&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite Actress............................ Sona Lee&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite Music.............................. Qawa Lee&lt;br /&gt;7. Most interesting job........................Coo Lee&lt;br /&gt;8. When did Bruce Lee die................... Fina Lee&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite hill station....................... Kulu Mana Lee&lt;br /&gt;10. Nick name................................. Mawa Lee&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite Hindi movie..................... Gharwa Lee Baharwa Lee&lt;br /&gt;12. Favourite Pet.............................. Bil Lee&lt;br /&gt;13. Favourite Outfit........................... Ghaagra Cho Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# How long was I in the army................. Five foot eight inches!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Weather forecast for tonight............... Dark!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now...Leaving with thanks to some and apologies to most of the people who were able to read upto this line..=) I hope that more people will start gaining interest in such kind of humour and thus make &lt;strong&gt;GPA&lt;/strong&gt;, a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed in (as invisible)&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;Leave guys...You can't see me anymore for now....and and and...don't forget to comment!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cyaz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34513417-116188058683490491?l=thisisricky4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/feeds/116188058683490491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34513417&amp;postID=116188058683490491' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/116188058683490491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/116188058683490491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/2006/10/signed-in-online-well-come-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Siddharth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218323373105602209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3761/3804/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34513417.post-115840463710834657</id><published>2006-09-16T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T13:38:36.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganda'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello ppl....well, when i read &lt;em&gt;Confused Soul&lt;/em&gt;'s blog on lame jokes and lametivity, i thought, being one of the members of &lt;strong&gt;GPRS&lt;/strong&gt;, i should also contribute to this site and to the people of this site who enjoyed her blog on "lametivity".&lt;br /&gt;Now you must be wondering what this &lt;strong&gt;GPRS&lt;/strong&gt; stands for??? NO NO NO, &lt;strong&gt;GPRS&lt;/strong&gt; doesn't stand for General Packet Radio Service in the world of lametivity...actually this is our lame club.... whose permanent members are....Pulak, Ranvir n Siddharth(thats me!!). We have become so good in cracking lame jokes that people have asked us to think seriously about making money out of this "art". Now, lame jokes are often refered to as "gande jokes" or simply "gande"!! in NUS. So coz the 3 of us hit really "gande" gande jokes, I coined this term for our club....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GPRS&lt;/strong&gt; ---------------------------------- &lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;ande &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;ulak &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;anvir &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;iddharth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plz dont stop readin... &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have heard of &lt;strong&gt;GPA&lt;/strong&gt;. For those of you who can't recall, &lt;strong&gt;GPA&lt;/strong&gt; (Grade Point Average) is the grading system at the Indian Institute of Technology. Now during a train journey from Kolkata to New Delhi, Pulak n Me got high with our lame jokes and thats when this GPA along with GPRS came into being. If &lt;strong&gt;GPRS&lt;/strong&gt; is the club's name, &lt;strong&gt;GPA&lt;/strong&gt; is our motto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GPA&lt;/strong&gt; ------------------------------------ &lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;andagi &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;hailao &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;bhiyaan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if u cannot understand Hindi- You just missed something really hilarious in your life :&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then instantly, as we were laughing at the above written masterpieces,came to my mind, the names of our leaders; as in our founders!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bal &lt;strong&gt;Ganda&lt;/strong&gt;dhar Tilak _______________________ (No offence)&lt;br /&gt;Mahatma &lt;strong&gt;Gandi&lt;/strong&gt; ___________________________ (No offence)&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the founders.......yet to be found!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you confused people...I wish you knew Hindi!! &lt;strong&gt;:P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, long after that train journey, I decided to keep a record of all this effort by Pulak n Me. So I was writing all this on a piece of paper when the idea of our National Gandathem struck my ( ganda) mind. I thought over choosing an appropriate song for our club's Gandathem. It was "not" long (do u still wonder why?) when I came across this song which clearly defines us n our intentions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National &lt;strong&gt;Ganda&lt;/strong&gt;them ----------- Sab &lt;strong&gt;Ganda&lt;/strong&gt; hai par dhanda hai ye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're really a &lt;em&gt;loser&lt;/em&gt; if you don't listen to Hindi music.... &lt;strong&gt;;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was sort of an introduction to GPRS and some other important things about the club. But there's more(sub com members n other details) and you need to hear all that. Don't worry :), I won't annoy you any more right now. Guess you've had enough for the first time! I'll stop now, but will surely come back soon...hehe...can't help it. &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cyaz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34513417-115840463710834657?l=thisisricky4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/feeds/115840463710834657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34513417&amp;postID=115840463710834657' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/115840463710834657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34513417/posts/default/115840463710834657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisricky4u.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>Siddharth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218323373105602209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3761/3804/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
