<?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-15318518</id><updated>2011-07-28T16:16:48.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It all ADDS up!</title><subtitle type='html'>The average ordinary guy ...now in grad school...blah blah blah...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-1660579141967925109</id><published>2009-12-23T07:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T07:15:28.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivaah</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CTest%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CTest%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CTest%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face	{font-family:"Cambria Math";	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:1;	mso-generic-font-family:roman;	mso-font-format:other;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;}@font-face	{font-family:Calibri;	panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:0;	mso-generic-font-family:swiss;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-unhide:no;	mso-style-qformat:yes;	mso-style-parent:"";	margin-top:0in;	margin-right:0in;	margin-bottom:10.0pt;	margin-left:0in;	line-height:115%;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:11.0pt;	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}.MsoChpDefault	{mso-style-type:export-only;	mso-default-props:yes;	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}.MsoPapDefault	{mso-style-type:export-only;	margin-bottom:10.0pt;	line-height:115%;}@page Section1	{size:8.5in 11.0in;	margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in;	mso-header-margin:.5in;	mso-footer-margin:.5in;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The wedding season is just over. The hangover effect leaves you wanting sweet eats at all times.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention, the sudden vacuum which hits after you have gotten used to entertaining groups of people, some of whom are only too pleased to recount some of your embarrassing “huggies nappy moments”, only because they haven’t seen you since then. &amp;nbsp;It is only coincidental that I happened to finish reading the latest book by Chetan Bhagat titled &lt;i&gt;2 states &lt;/i&gt;during this time.&amp;nbsp; Personally, I dislike Chetan bhagat and his kind, who go around misrepresenting the IIT clan while at the same time, cashing in on their “brand value” for personal gain. Like in his first book, he has beaten the IIT stereotype to death yet again in &lt;i&gt;2 states&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Despite all this prejudice, I found the story to be as compelling as it is simple and predictable.&amp;nbsp; The English is simple, sticking to acceptable conversational grammar, making it an ideal page turner.&amp;nbsp; And the entire marketing of the book is also not too elaborate that it leaves the reader with little to expect.&amp;nbsp; Priced strategically at Rs. 95, it is yet again one of those books you won’t think too much about while purchasing.&amp;nbsp; There is nothing special in the book, which makes you feel even you could have penned down the same story.&amp;nbsp; But you didn’t and he did and that’s the bottomline….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-1660579141967925109?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/1660579141967925109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=1660579141967925109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/1660579141967925109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/1660579141967925109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2009/12/vivaah.html' title='Vivaah'/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-924873631445057078</id><published>2008-12-30T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:32:10.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A dog's life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dog is a man's best friend, might be cliched, but yet i realized it all over again today. For those who have their doubts about it, see this movie, "Marley and me". It is about the life of a dog raised by a couple. The final scene of the movie sums it up quite well. The couple have just buried the dog and are walking back quietly when the narrator says this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A dog doesn't need a car, a house or other materialistic things,&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't care if you are rich or poor,black or white, male or female.&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is give him your heart and he will give you his.&lt;br /&gt;Now, about how many other people can you say the same thing?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-924873631445057078?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/924873631445057078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=924873631445057078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/924873631445057078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/924873631445057078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2008/12/dogs-life-dog-is-mans-best-friend-might.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-6641354941660133391</id><published>2008-07-14T08:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T08:14:40.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/SHtC4zr81sI/AAAAAAAAAIA/B-2h45mxlYQ/s1600-h/right_left.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/SHtC4zr81sI/AAAAAAAAAIA/B-2h45mxlYQ/s400/right_left.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222841736580880066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Right isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-6641354941660133391?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/6641354941660133391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=6641354941660133391' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/6641354941660133391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/6641354941660133391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2008/07/right-isnt-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/SHtC4zr81sI/AAAAAAAAAIA/B-2h45mxlYQ/s72-c/right_left.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-2774916878458824062</id><published>2008-06-02T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T15:14:19.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My state of mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/SERExdAcATI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CMTTmlOMHVs/s1600-h/phd052608s.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 459px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/SERExdAcATI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CMTTmlOMHVs/s400/phd052608s.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207362685537878322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; http://www.phdcomics.com/comics&lt;br /&gt;Life's like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-2774916878458824062?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/2774916878458824062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=2774916878458824062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/2774916878458824062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/2774916878458824062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-state-of-mind-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/SERExdAcATI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CMTTmlOMHVs/s72-c/phd052608s.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-5884573638185183848</id><published>2008-05-29T03:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T04:11:44.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is the news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/SD5hktAcASI/AAAAAAAAAGg/o_8NI29syWw/s1600-h/OilChart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/SD5hktAcASI/AAAAAAAAAGg/o_8NI29syWw/s400/OilChart.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205705502471487778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its everywhere. Yes oil is soaring.&lt;br /&gt;The irony of it all is the fact the government of India is still "pondering" on how to diffuse the crisis without impacting the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aam aadmi&lt;/span&gt; more than necessary". HELLO! The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aam aadmi &lt;/span&gt;cant wait to pay Rs 17 odd extra for every litre of petrol.  At least, this will make sure that there is petrol available to be bought! The current situation is so bad, that in the very likely event that prices are not raised, IOC, the largest marketer of petro products, will run out of supplies by September, as they cant afford to import any more.&lt;br /&gt;Demand and supply are forces meant to balance each other. In the case of oil, due to gestation period involved in supply, and regular intervening of the governments, this cycle is distorted and takes years before turning around. somebody needs to see that.&lt;br /&gt;It is a shame to see simple economics being defeated with politics time and time again. It is all in the best interest of the nation that prices are allowed to rise and pinch the pockets. It is then that other alternatives will be explored and worked upon to be made feasible. We have pushed it to the point where a crisis is inevitable. Its been like a pressure cooker where the pressure has been allowed to build continuously without any let off and its only waiting to explode.  The sooner the heat is taken off the Oil majors, the lesser the impact the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aam aadmi&lt;/span&gt; will have to face.  Mr prime minister, are you listening?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-5884573638185183848?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/5884573638185183848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=5884573638185183848' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/5884573638185183848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/5884573638185183848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/SD5hktAcASI/AAAAAAAAAGg/o_8NI29syWw/s72-c/OilChart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-3162396596646092515</id><published>2008-05-05T01:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T01:59:07.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Piano Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those long hours in front of the computers takes it toll on you. Your Winamp playlist starts to bore you and you know its been a while. sleep is a formality you don't feel like completing. It is then that songs such as this, tend to drain away your enervated thoughts and revive your spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its nine oclock on a saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The regular crowd shuffles in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Theres an old man sitting next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Makin love to his tonic and gin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He says, son, can you play me a memory? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Im not really sure how it goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But its sad and its sweet and I knew it complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I wore a younger mans clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;La la la, de de da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;La la, de de da da da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sing us a song, youre the piano man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sing us a song tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, were all in the mood for a melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And youve got us feelin alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now john at the bar is a friend of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He gets me my drinks for free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And hes quick with a joke or to light up your smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But theres someplace that hed rather be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He says, bill, I believe this is killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the smile ran away from his face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well Im sure that I could be a movie star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I could get out of this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, la la la, de de da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;La la, de de da da da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now paul is a real estate novelist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who never had time for a wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And hes talkin with davy whos still in the navy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And probably will be for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the waitress is practicing politics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the businessmen slowly get stoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, theyre sharing a drink they call loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But its better than drinkin alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its a pretty good crowd for a saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the manager gives me a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;cause he knows that its me theyve been comin to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To forget about life for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the piano, it sounds like a carnival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the microphone smells like a beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And say, man, what are you doin here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, la la la, de de da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;La la, de de da da da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-3162396596646092515?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/3162396596646092515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=3162396596646092515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/3162396596646092515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/3162396596646092515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2008/05/piano-man-all-those-long-hours-in-front.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-3340576645083004407</id><published>2008-03-22T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T13:42:31.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/R-aWNvA0xTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/CJ8bq3sB3ns/s1600-h/22032008%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/R-aWNvA0xTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/CJ8bq3sB3ns/s320/22032008%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180993584038724914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Colours of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 am :&lt;br /&gt;It's a gloomy saturday morning. I am up early, because my mosquito friends just didn't let me reach sound state of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast Forward 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;8:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;A group of us are having breakfast at a nearby restaurant contemplating the plan of the day. After hectic discussions we finally decide to aimlessly wander to the nearest MRTS station and catch the first train.&lt;br /&gt;However, on reaching the station we find a bus headed to pondicherry halted outside.  There is a sudden change of plans and now we are headed to pondy!&lt;br /&gt;Midway through the journey, the travelling in the bus gets to us and we decide to get off midway at Mahabalipuram. What followed was 4 hours of fun at extremely rough beach near the shore temple, leaving all of us drenched and filled with sand in their pockets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this wasn't enough for us, so we decided to get back to chennai, and hop onto the train to catch a movie at the INOX.  Oh I completely forgot about lunch! We came back to the city and hogged a full meal at Sangeetha to keep us going for  the next few hours. We get to INOX only to  realize that there is not a movie worth watching and so we go book hunting at Landmark, and end up spending nearly 2 hours browsing through the entire collection available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am back to room after spending nearly 11 hours outside, in the rain (Oh did i forget to mention that?). I restart my comp and check Gmail.. and Lo and behold! yet another of those emails lies in wait, which sends a sinking feeling down to your gut.  Wow! what a perfect day!&lt;br /&gt;And Yes happy Holi to you.&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/15318518-3340576645083004407?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/3340576645083004407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=3340576645083004407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/3340576645083004407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/3340576645083004407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2008/03/colours-of-life-600-am-its-gloomy.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/R-aWNvA0xTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/CJ8bq3sB3ns/s72-c/22032008%28005%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-1426109198912821956</id><published>2008-03-15T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T13:25:09.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stumbled on this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon this site &lt;a href="http://www.breathingearth.net/"&gt;http://www.breathingearth.net&lt;/a&gt; which displays a simulation of CO2 emissions of each country along with birth rates and death rates.&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I found interesting:&lt;br /&gt;USA&lt;br /&gt;1 person dies here every 5.4 seconds&lt;br /&gt;1 person born here every 12.8 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India&lt;br /&gt;1 person dies here every 25.8 seconds&lt;br /&gt;1 person born here every 3.5 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabon ( A possible future destination for me!)&lt;br /&gt;1 person dies here every 2.5 hours&lt;br /&gt;1 person born here every 31.5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprised? And to think that people visualize poverty,squalor, and violence on the mention of  Africa... Anyone care to explain this "anomalous" observation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-1426109198912821956?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/1426109198912821956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=1426109198912821956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/1426109198912821956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/1426109198912821956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2008/03/stumbled-on-this-i-stumbled-upon-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-6999686250935531814</id><published>2008-03-14T15:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T16:14:52.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Coffee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/R9rcbwYxqrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/nS5rE13B9L4/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/R9rcbwYxqrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/nS5rE13B9L4/s320/Picture+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177693091019205298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The code is not converging to desired results. Its 125 am on a friday night (or sat morning) and I have just had a hot cup of coffee.  The caffeine is making all very fidgety and I need to sit down and streamline my thoughts... and so Here I am on my tiny little virtual acre of space.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a rollercoaster ride for the past couple of months. First there are those applications whose results I am awaiting, some of which have not been the most satisfactory. Then, there is this sentiment of saturation with this place called IIT. There is no other way to say this. I am so full of life here. I need to move out and it better be sooner rather than later. The first year, its all exciting, then you learn to be a part of it, and it reaches a peak after which you find things just plain damn boring!&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, the day begins by switching on my computer and logging on gmail with anticipations for some news! After that the day just seems to drift, with breakfast, lunch, evening guru snack and dinner somewhere other than the mess being the major highlights.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, but I am not cribbing, life is good in the slow lane. I am just waiting to be out of the pit lane and back in the rat race of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-6999686250935531814?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/6999686250935531814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=6999686250935531814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/6999686250935531814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/6999686250935531814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2008/03/bloody-coffee-code-is-not-converging-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/R9rcbwYxqrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/nS5rE13B9L4/s72-c/Picture+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-5588756385798310605</id><published>2008-01-02T14:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T14:12:49.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Road ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/R3vh2nc97VI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7G-6Ze0r0qw/s1600-h/tata.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/R3vh2nc97VI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7G-6Ze0r0qw/s320/tata.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150958927247961426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The automobile industry in India has exploded over the past couple of years. The latest buzz doing the rounds is with regard to rolling out the “much awaited” 1 Lakh Car to serve the needs of the thirsty Indian middle class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Tata group has promised to deliver on this project within the next year or two. Other major groups like Bajaj are collaborating with Renault to try taking a byte into this rapidly expanding segment. But where is the space for so many cars????&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Most of the major cities in the country do not have the road infrastructure to cope with this sudden burgeoning of traffic. Jams are commonplace wherever you go. No city is spared. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Statistically it has been found that it takes a person more than two hours to traverse the 20km stretch in the heart of Mumbai!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Economics tells us about the production possibility frontier which represents the manner in which resources are allocated towards production of various goods in an economy given the constraints of technology.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Currently, with the present scenario of traffic in our megacities, the government is forced to spend on improving road infrastructure. This lopsided spending is hurting not only the cause of public transport development but also other vital infrastructure projects . Mumbai’s much awaited metro system whose foundation stone was laid by the prime minister a year back, is yet to kick off due to pending settlements which have to be made. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A society allocates its resources in a manner to maximize social benefit.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;But is it actually happening? Congestion on roads is definitely not desirable by anybody. Maybe a car is. The Car in an Indian context is a status symbol in society. People fresh into jobs purchase cars on loans lasting for 15-20 years. The city of Mumbai alone adds 500 cars to its roads daily.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They can’t be blamed, since the public transport in most of our cities is so overburdened, that using it is a struggle most people are not willing to go through. Even in Mumbai, a city whose suburban train system is its lifeline, can’t claim to have a world class standard system. It is designed to handle 1700 commuters at any point of time, but it handles 5000 people! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On their part, the companies are also working on the principle of making profits based on low margins but high volumes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Somewhere, all this overemphasis on making the four- wheeler affordable is going hit a roadblock. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So what is the road ahead if it all there is one?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am certain it is not the coming of the 1 lakh car!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-5588756385798310605?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/5588756385798310605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=5588756385798310605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/5588756385798310605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/5588756385798310605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2008/01/road-ahead-automobile-industry-in-india.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/R3vh2nc97VI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7G-6Ze0r0qw/s72-c/tata.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-5239858306594383866</id><published>2007-12-25T01:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T02:18:16.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's Over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/R3CtcHc97LI/AAAAAAAAACk/VyGWWRRjVl4/s1600-h/intern+pics+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/R3CtcHc97LI/AAAAAAAAACk/VyGWWRRjVl4/s320/intern+pics+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147805072632966322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know your time in IIT is running out when you are just back from your Last Inter IIT sports meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years ,2 Silvers ,1 Gold ,2 broken Bones ......Not bad at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year  the experience of being coach/manager/mentor/ non -playing captain all at once and yet not being able to play was a new challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This team has been really special, despite not being able to pull it off in the finals. The manner in which they handled themselves and learned as they encountered various hurdles, under the guidance of their new leader, who lead from the front with his performances, was very pleasing to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I toast to you guys!Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-5239858306594383866?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/5239858306594383866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=5239858306594383866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/5239858306594383866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/5239858306594383866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/R3CtcHc97LI/AAAAAAAAACk/VyGWWRRjVl4/s72-c/intern+pics+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-5766259947911135185</id><published>2007-07-20T07:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T07:17:36.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Ka-Ching"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; This is the lyrics of one of my favourite songs by Shania Twain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a greedy little world--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; that teaches every little boy and girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; To earn as much as they can possibly--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; then turn around and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; Spend it foolishly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; We've created us a credit card mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; We spend the money that we don't possess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; Our religion is to go and blow it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; So it's shoppin' every Sunday at the mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; All we ever want is more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; A lot more than we had before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; So take me to the nearest store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; Can you hear it ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; It makes you wanna sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; It's such a beautiful thing--Ka-ching!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; Lots of diamond rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; The happiness it brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; You'll live like a king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; With lots of money and things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; When you're broke go and get a loan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; Take out another mortgage on your home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; Consolidate so you can afford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; To go and spend some more when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; you get bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; All we ever want is more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; A lot more than we had before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; So take me to the nearest stor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; Let's swing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; Dig deeper in your pocket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; Oh, yeah, ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; Come on I know you've got it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; Dig deeper in your wallet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; All we ever want is more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; A lot more than we had before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; So take me to the nearest store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; Can you hear it ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; It makes you wanna sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; You'll live like a king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; With lots of money and things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Ka-ching!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well said!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-5766259947911135185?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/5766259947911135185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=5766259947911135185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/5766259947911135185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/5766259947911135185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2007/07/ka-ching-this-is-lyrics-of-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-2252242605355629148</id><published>2007-07-10T04:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T04:33:56.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Believe it or not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the latest worldwide statistics and trends released by Google, the word "sex"  is searched the most by netizens of Chennai ,with Delhi taking second spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to Ponder over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-2252242605355629148?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/2252242605355629148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=2252242605355629148' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/2252242605355629148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/2252242605355629148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2007/07/believe-it-or-not-in-latest-worldwide.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-4054932909520149312</id><published>2007-06-19T12:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T13:10:27.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:20;color:green;"   &gt;Kinaare ki Chai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:20;color:green;"   &gt;shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:20;color:green;"   &gt;..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What is the most common site in all major Indian towns these days? Apart from the maddening traffic , it is the scene of small time tea shops, where hoards of youngsters crowd around, sipping tiny glasses of tea while they enjoy the “pleasure” of their cigarettes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it with tea and Cigarettes??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is as though the nicotine or the caffeine was not potent enough individually, that people combine them. Going beyond the superficial, People apparently seem to take ages when they are enjoying the “combo”. I have sat through many such sessions but haven’t really understood the uniqueness of it all. One thing I can tell you is that conversations encompass a whole host of topics and such times are usually very retrospective, where people are deep in thought about some act that they committed or they are going to commit. It’s apparently all part of enjoying the Sutta! Strange… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Personally I don’t advocate the cigarette at all. Ironical it is that while all through the west Smoking has gained a taboo status, in India atleast, things are just the opposite, smoking is looked at the cool dude’s USP. It is just a shame that the majority 700 million Indians who are below the age of 35 advocate to this kind of a thought. Such wrong attitude towards smoking is having subtle impact on the young and healthy of this country.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think there should be intensive campaigns that should dissuade people from taking the drag. There is no point just typing out in font size 8 on the cigarette covers that smoking is injurious health. Celebrities are primarily responsible for this wrong image to be formed and it is their social responsibility to come forward and stop the carnage. There are many celebrities who themselves have given it up (SRK for instance) and it they who should come forward and send the message out to the public in no uncertain terms; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Something on the lines of:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“ I used to smoke. I was a big time loser. I quit now. I have saved my life and the life of many others. Quit smoking. Its not cool.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Are you listening???&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-4054932909520149312?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/4054932909520149312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=4054932909520149312' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/4054932909520149312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/4054932909520149312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2007/06/kiraane-ki-chai-shop.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-1620547736405103174</id><published>2007-06-18T12:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:06:27.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/Rna65-D279I/AAAAAAAAAAU/2_rDB8k9KJM/s1600-h/intern+pics+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/Rna65-D279I/AAAAAAAAAAU/2_rDB8k9KJM/s320/intern+pics+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077451134981304274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/Rna5--D278I/AAAAAAAAAAM/dHS6zNyUjGs/s1600-h/intern+pics+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/Rna5--D278I/AAAAAAAAAAM/dHS6zNyUjGs/s320/intern+pics+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077450121369022402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yeh hai Mumbai Nagariya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well like with all my recent other entries, this one is after a while too. While that’s me.&lt;br /&gt;I was in Bombay (Mumbai) for the past one month and half working for a company.No I am not going to say a word about the work I did. What I really enjoyed, (even more than my work) was exploring the variety and flavours of the city and I have to say … yeh Dil maange more! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The city is defined by its people, and the spirit with which they carry out their day to day activities. The city just hits you like a storm;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt; whether it’s the auto guy or the big CEOs, you can always sense the buzz in their actions and words. And the most amazing part of it all is the nights, because the city never sleeps!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disparity in the city is as clear as to be clearly demarcated by a road. The western express highway, the lifeline of the city, separates the east from the west. While the east is resided by the bourgeoisies, the west is where the high and mighty flaunt their wealth and health with lavish boutiques and entertainment hang out joint.The pinnacle of this might is the Hiranandani Complex, a region of tall superstructures, with magnificent architecture , taking us back to the roman ages. Go karting, bowling joints, coffee shops, you name it and this place has it. Young Indians (myself included!),with newfound wealth, come to here to splurge and take delight while others do the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The most amazing part of that place is the Go Karting which we guys did!It was an exhilarating experience, the closest I will ever I get to Formula 1 .The car is so easy to handle and its literally like a playing a video game, the only difference being that when you make a wrong turn , you go crashing into the tires and it hurts!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the past one month I had the company of a couple of guys and gals from other IITs. And to be honest, I gotta say to it was really nice getting acquainted with their respective lingo’s and attitudes towards life. Of the few common threads that I found amongst all of us, the most evident was the fact that all of us work exactly one night prior to the deadline! Barring a couple of them, I am not sure if I will ever get to spend such quality time ever with all of them, and therefore I sign off this post raising a toast to all the good times we had:)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;Cheers mate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-1620547736405103174?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/1620547736405103174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=1620547736405103174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/1620547736405103174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/1620547736405103174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2007/06/yeh-hai-mumbai-nagariya-well-like-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE4Pct4JO20/Rna65-D279I/AAAAAAAAAAU/2_rDB8k9KJM/s72-c/intern+pics+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-4937822621319736049</id><published>2007-05-05T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:01:50.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>High times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the its been a while had a sound night's sleep. First it was the exams and then yesterday it was the fact the they were over, that i decided to stay up all night. I had to catch a flight for home today morning and little did i know that once i got here, all my drowsiness would vanish away! its been 12 hours since i am home and i am yet to hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;Well this post is not about those 12 hours, but the hours preceding to my departure from chennai.&lt;br /&gt;We were at this pub called "high time",in the City's most lavish hotels, the GRT.  All the "wingers" were there and as time went by people started oupouring their heartfelt thoughts. Quite a few dark, deep desires of people came out and so did their strong opinions on various issues(as is normal when you take a drink too many!).All that was said shall not be revealed, but for the following opinion of a certain "middler" , He said ,"Macha, G3W (Ganga 3rd wing ) rocks da."&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned to know why.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-4937822621319736049?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/4937822621319736049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=4937822621319736049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/4937822621319736049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/4937822621319736049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2007/05/high-times-ah-its-been-while-had-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-2064771922650706759</id><published>2007-04-29T08:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T10:09:01.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe style="display: block;" id="richeditorframe"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Inside stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;The following article has made some observations, which I hope will be seen in the right context and I request nobody to take it personally. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;The long and possibly most exhausting semester of my time here is drawing to a close. (It’s still not over!) I have had a pretty eventful semester. Well for one I just did not manage to find the time to RELAX!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Suprising isn’t it? Well I am sure you would get a similar response from quite a few people around. After the blowing of the Saarang Bubble (Ya I found it boring!) and the drab period of February, one gets sucked to the plethora of activities that happen in campus. It also doesn’t help if one decides to contest in the institute elections. Yours truly thought he could do it all. However, elections, I realised were not meant for people like me. You got to be willing to do things which might not be morally right or seen as the right thing to do. I decided to go all alone on this one and not surprisingly I ended coming out of it empty handed. What I realised is this: Elections is never about the deserved candidate winning.( Okay I am not whining here!) I can now safely say that I was NOT the “right candidate”, I just thought I was. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;A “right candidate” should in my opinion be:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One guy who can converse in various languages (and consequently befriend the various networks)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;- Should not worry about bunking classes (big factor, It cost me!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;- Should have a very good information gathering system (because nobody will tell you on your face that they are not with you!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;- Should be willing to play “dirty” ( I cannot elaborate on this, because I did nothing!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;-And finally should be never believe that he is winning until, the actual results are out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;I might have lost the elections, but it did give me a whole new perspective of the “other side” of campus life. I got to meet a lot of new people (M.Tech students in particular) and just realised how apathetic they are to the cause. You have people who don’t give a horse shit about who is going to win. In fact most people in campus fall under this category. It is only a handful of people, who having something at stake, that think about picking the “deserved” candidate. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;I had heard from people that if you had a practical and well thought out manifesto and if you were able to put it across in a convincing manner, you would win. However, things are not that straightforward in this place.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;At some level I feel the whole process of elections is screwed up. Over a period of five days, one is expected to meet and convince 5000 odd people, and at the same time carry on with the other activities of campus, like Schroeter and coursework.However that is not the most infuriating part of the whole thing. Here is the WORST part of it all: The “Soapbox”, an official public forum where contestants are given an opportunity to present their manifesto and hopefully woo people towards their side, is held in one of the most remote locations in campus: At the corner most hall in the fourth floor of the library! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The whole point of the holding such a gathering is lost, when in fact there is no gathering! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;I thought I would be able to manage my academics during that period. However I found very difficult even to make it to classes, leave alone completing assignments. During the whole period of the election I got the feeling that this was not meant for me and the thought that the whole system was tilted in favour of those who, cared just a little less about other stuff happening in campus, kept running through my head. The victors were those who put their mind, body, heart and soul (and god knows what else!) in seeing it to the finish line first.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Recently I was reading a piece written by &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-middle-view.blogspot.com/search/label/IITiana"&gt;the Middler&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;on the extent of the extra curriculars in campus and I could not agree with him more when says there is just too much to do and too little people doing it. His point that there is just too much happening in campus for one to handle is well made. I mean, at the end of the day, we must all ask ourselves this question, why are we here? Is it to go and win Schroeter(which btw, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ganga&lt;/st1:place&gt; under my leadership managed this year) and then LitSoc and if that’s not enough try and win TechSoc (and if you are still hungry for more… try the elections, followed by a coordships and ah.. the coreships!)?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How do you expect people to have the time , energy and motivation left to do some academic work done when they are constantly being pushed from one extra curricular to the other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think the whole calendar of campus life needs to be reviewed. The cynics would say that one has to cater for every taste in terms of activities and it is an individual choice to take part in whichever activity one feels like. But more often that not, one sees the same set of people doing most of things, while the rest are happy doing nothing. THAT is the root of the issue which needs to be addressed. Enough has been said on this and it is time something is done about it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-2064771922650706759?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/2064771922650706759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=2064771922650706759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/2064771922650706759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/2064771922650706759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2007/04/inside-stuff-following-article-has-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-2378995769410720489</id><published>2007-01-02T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T08:12:41.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 2007 has arrived. Its amazing what a big deal is made out of a mere turn of the clock. Phone calls, SMSs, emails, scraps, (I don’t know of any other form of communication) are full of happy New Year wishes. I just totally hate those custom happy New Year messages which I receive from people, whom I can barely recognize&lt;br /&gt;All you come to know from those messages is the exact number of people who have your number stored in their phonebook.&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, Happy new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-2378995769410720489?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/2378995769410720489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=2378995769410720489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/2378995769410720489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/2378995769410720489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2007/01/2-007-well-2007-has-arrived.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-4287550257674483747</id><published>2006-12-25T03:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T05:30:55.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;December Diaries-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the inter IIT sports meet began, the  action started to unfold on the pitch. Day 1 saw very well contested matches between all IITs.But IIT Madras  contingent stood out in terms of its vocal ( or shall i say "expletive") cheering of its teams, which lead to it being noticed by the disciplinary commitee and appropriate warnings beings issued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IITM cricket had a bad start ( as usual!), with Kharagpur giving us an 8 wicket drubbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we were back to the familiar situation, wherein which every match was like a knockout; there was no room for mistakes left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So after all the build up to the Bombay game, the game finally began. We won the toss and decided to field after learning from the previous days horrifying experience batting first.  Things  went to our liking for a change. (Yes! this team had not seen victory for two years.. so anything remotely positive is always exaggerated!) Thanks to an excellent bowling performance from our spin trio , we were able to bowl out Bombay for a meagre 106 in 25 overs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The bowlers had done their job, now it was time for the batsmen to stand up and be counted. However, that was not to be. Within the next hour, from being in a position of strength, we were practically out of the match at 65/8 first at  and subsequently 69/9. The captain for some strange reason,( which later he claimed was part of  " team strategy") kept pushing me down the order untill there was noone left to send but me. It was a familiar situation for me, having been in a situation similar to this on two earlier occasions,both of which i ended up being on the losing side.I was not thinking of that; I still dont know for sure what actually was running through my head when i walked in to bat.My captain whispered to me his desperate hopes as in walked in.One thing was sure, I was in a defiant state of mind. The first few balls i faced, i never thought of the target in mind.( which at that point of time was 39 in five overs)I was just trying to connect the ball and stay calm while the bombay fielders were barraging me with their "words of wisdom".&lt;br /&gt;Me and my partner somehow managed to spend three overs there without getting out and soon  we got to the situation where 26 runs were needed of two overs. I still never thought we could make it, but i did not want to get out and that kept me going. A leg spinner was to bowl the penultimate over. He had been bowling an extremely tight line and the wicket was assisting him with a lot of turn and bounce.Despite this,My partner and me decided to chance our arm against him,since the bowler at the other end was far more difficult to slog against. So off the very first balll i danced down the track and hit him straight to the fielder on the boundary,who let it slip through his legs to cross the ropes! The pressure was on the bowler now, and he panicked and fired a ball down the leg side to get a stumping, only to find that the ball beat the keeper and go for a boundary! Suddenly we needed 13 runs from 8 balls, and the bombay team was getting all jittery and nervy on the field. we managed another four runs of the over and brought the equation to 9 runs required of the last over.&lt;br /&gt;We applied enough pressure on the bowler to make him panic and thanks to some absurd cricket from bombay(overthrows, wides, misfields) we brought the match to within shooting distance( three runs of one ball). It was only then that i started to believe that we could actually win the game. I was at the non striker's end and told my partner to hit straight no matter what the ball was. Just before the ball was going to be delivered i stopped the bowler on the pretext of tightening my shoelaces,in an attempt to piss the bowler off and make him do something stupid.Then the final ball was bowled.  Well what happened still baffles me, as Bombay committed harakiri by literally gifting us three runs for a shot which deserved no run! We ran the first run and then two runs off an overthrow and i cannot explain the feeling that was running through my head. The next few minutes were the best moments in my life. I had for first hand witnessed a miracle! My teammates came running after me, but i just wanted to keep running and running. The adrenalin rush subsided and i  finally lay on the ground, when all on my teammates pounced on me in celebration. Those scenes of ecstasy and joy are still running through my mind as though it was just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;That victory changed it all. It gave us the confidence to go on and win every match after that, and eventually win the cricket gold, which led IIT Madras to beat Bombay in the overall championship by two points! Yupp, it was redemption for the Madras cricket team and me personally after the disappointments of last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-4287550257674483747?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/4287550257674483747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=4287550257674483747' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/4287550257674483747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/4287550257674483747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-diaries-2-as-inter-iit-sports.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-116634830594782702</id><published>2006-12-17T04:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T04:40:26.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;December Diaries -1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As part of my annual schedule, december is the month which takes me touring to a new IIT. So here i am, in the far east, at Guwahati(actually 45 mins from the main city in a place called Malegaon). The campus is scenic, with mountains,lakes, and the mighty Brahmaputra flowing very close to it. It feels as though you are in the english countryside,with all the natural beauty around you. But with that stops all the praise about that place!&lt;br /&gt;The place is deserted, with absolutely NO LIFE around campus. Inside campus, the story starts and ends with the word CONSTRUCTION. There is just so much being constructed, that it hardly feels like a college campus. But i guess, one has to expect that considering the fact that it has been only a decade since its establishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IITM contingent was here two days prior to the start of the event, so we got sufficient time to acclimatise to the conditons. The weather is just perfect, hot during the day( a day which turns to night at 5 in the evening!),and chilly during the nights. Let me just say that the weather was very romantic!The sporting facilities for all sports are pretty good with the exception of the cricket ground, which according to the director of IITG, was made by filling a swamp 3ft deep with mud. No wonder you get that sinking feeling now and then! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Thats part one of my diaries, More about the actual action later.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-116634830594782702?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/116634830594782702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=116634830594782702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/116634830594782702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/116634830594782702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-diaries-1-as-part-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-115980717734266633</id><published>2006-10-02T12:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T12:42:44.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Well, finally I have tasted victory on the field!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Yes, after countless number of attempts at trying to emerge triumphant in a match, IIT Madras has finally won a match.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The last time I was part of a winning eleven, I was, a naïve young boy, finding my feet in the team, and all I cared about was to see to that I don’t make any mistakes. Things have changed significantly now, (indicative of how long it has been since this victory!) with me having become an integral part of the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I am expected to keep the spirits high even during tough times and my performances tend to play a significant role in match outcomes(although today despite my non performance, we emerged victorious; that’s why they say, “ There is no I in a team”) Moreover, when I made my debut, I was purely a bowler coming at No.11 to bat, while now, I am looked at as a bowler has can contribute a quick 20-30 to the side and keep the scoreboard ticking over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;All these are just the superficial changes. At a &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;deeper level, the game has taught me a lot of lessons. Yes, I might be sounding all philosophical and all, but It is true. I have learnt how to handle setbacks, both in sport and life, in a more sedated manner. During the course of the last year, I suffered a fracture of my thumb, which sidelined me from the game for half the year. That period was extremely frustrating. Sport has been an integral part of my life from a very young age, and this was the first time that I was in a situation where I had to stay away from the field for such a long time. Initially I found it difficult to divert my energies towards other aspects of my life and learn to live a life without sports. It was during that phase of a wavering mind that I developed a very good friendship with two people, whom I count today amongst my closest friends. It was as if they were my guiding light during that phase of my life. Both of them inspired me to look at other aspects of life and widen my horizons. I have learnt a lot from both of them, and friendship with them has been one of my biggest gains of life. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Due to the sudden void that had developed in my daily schedule, I suddenly found time to do a lot of “other” things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I found that I could spend time with my academic work and suddenly I developed this great desire to learn more from each one of my curriculum subjects. I discovered the abundance of wealth of knowledge that was present in the library, of which I had absolutely no idea until then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;One of the close friends I talked about earlier, kept me constantly fit, by getting me to start running. Running, contrary to popular opinion, is more a challenge to the mind than to the body. Like they say, “If you think can or if you think you cant, you are always right.” When you get tired after running for a while , your body wants you to stop, but you have to tell your mind to step in and take charge and push the limits of your body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;It taught me to keeping increasing my pain threshold and to still keep going, while enduring the pain. I learnt to enjoy the pain beyond some point and suddenly no distance seemed insurmountable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Thus, today when the winning runs were scored, all what had taken place during this long time period started to hit me in my head. This spontaneous emotional outburst was at some level due to the magnitude of changes that had taken place in my life over this period. All the losses have made me wiser and more mature. Truly a momentous victory! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-115980717734266633?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/115980717734266633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=115980717734266633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/115980717734266633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/115980717734266633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-back-well-finally-i-hav_115980717734266633.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-115520091739242743</id><published>2006-08-10T05:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T05:08:37.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/1414/1600/pepsi_kite_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/1414/320/pepsi_kite_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;“Kya Ye Dil Maange NO more?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that’s the question everyone is asking, ever since the pesticide story resurfaced in the media last week. The media is pouncing on the government for not having taken measures to improve safety standards among soft drink bottlers, as recommended by a parliamentary committee overlooking the matter. A variety of opinions have come out; some calling for soft drinks to banned while others asking for a statutory warning to be put on soft drinks, as it is done for cigarettes. Soft drink companies, Pepsi Co. and Coke, are on their part trying their best to contain the spread of this bad publicity by coming clean regarding their production processes. Yes, everyone it is known that pesticides are all around us, whether it be in the vegetables we use or the Pepsi we drink. But the important point here is whether the quantities present are meeting world safety standards or not.&lt;br /&gt;Banning soft drinks is not even an option in this whole controversy. Vegetables are known to have much higher levels of vegetables than soft drinks, so why not ban them too?? In a country where cigarettes are sold openly, despite the fact that almost everyone is aware of the harmful side effects it has, banning Soft drinks can only be called as an prejudiced act on the part of the government. I am wondering that maybe this is the “left” of the government speaking out their jaundiced minds.&lt;br /&gt;Over the past couple of months a number of incidents have made me to think that someone doesn’t seem to be happy with the kind of open and free society we have. First it was the blog incidents, then the proposed bill to curb the media’s reach, then the RTI act being scrapped of its effectiveness, and now this sudden outrage against soft drinks!&lt;br /&gt;Jaswant Singh talked about a mole who was leaking secrets to the Americans a decade ago. Well, from the look of things, the mole is back; only this time he is trying to pull the plug on most cherished right in this country: FREEDOM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-115520091739242743?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/115520091739242743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=115520091739242743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/115520091739242743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/115520091739242743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2006/08/kya-ye-dil-maange-no-more-yes-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-115288229794431984</id><published>2006-07-14T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T09:04:57.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/1414/1600/zidane2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/1414/320/zidane2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                                WHY??WHY???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I just witnessed the most outrageous piece of skill from zizou.It has spurred me on dedicate a piece on my blog for this great legend of football. It was his bald head which sprung him to fame in 1998, when as a youngster he was part of the French world cup winning side, contributing in part with his two goals against &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;brazil&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. 8 years on, he still has the fire burning in him, and I am sure anyone who saw that chipped penalty over buffon, would agree with me when I say only a player of zidane s class could have done that.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;These were my instant thoughts after seeing Zidane&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;score the penalty in the World cup final&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;against &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Little did I know that, what was to follow would be even more dramatic and leave us all dumbfounded. And yes it was bald head again in the thick of the action!With ten minutes left on the clock, a rush of blood through Zidane makes him go head first into&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Materazzi’s abdomen. An act of utter frustration, he saw red and brought an abrupt end to his illustrious career No wonder they say sport is unpredictable. Within a spate of 100 minutes, the genius went&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;on to being a lunatic.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A true ambassador for the sport , Zidane represents the success of Algerian immigrants in modern French society. His success represents the success of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;this community. He is also a UN ambassador and has been known to a very philanthropic person.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sadly though, despite whatever he has achieved and done for club and country, “Zizou” will always be remembered for his last act………..THE ZIZOU!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No wonder they say in cricket parlance “you are as good as your last innings”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is to toast to one of my favourite footballers!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-115288229794431984?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/115288229794431984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=115288229794431984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/115288229794431984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/115288229794431984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2006/07/whywhy-i-just-witnessed-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-115230482325013780</id><published>2006-07-07T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T16:40:23.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The history of chokers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are certain cultures which are born to be winners. This seems quite a sweeping statement to make at first, but I have noticed this too many times for it not to be a valid hypothesis. Germany Vs Argentina, the penalty shootout and you just knew that the solid germans would not crumble under the pressure. The way they were walking to take the penalty said everything. The captain, despite carrying an injury, stood up to be counted and delivered the vital kick. Historically, the Germans have suffered humiliation a&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;number of occasions and this lead to their developing a very tough generation of germans which has been carried to this day and age.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In February of 1999, Chennai played host to what I reckon has been the toughest day in any Indian cricket fan s life. &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, thanks to a superlative century from Sachin, were on the verge of scripting a historic win against arch rivals &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. The tension in the air was palpable. And , succumbing&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;to that pressure, within a spate of 3 overs , the Indians wound up shop and bit defeat from the jaws&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;of victory.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think somewhere deep within us, is embodied the Gandhian spirit of non aggression, which prevents us to go the full distance. On the other hand, the Pakistanis, are by birth used to fighting for everything, whether it belongs to them or not. This spirit manifests in every action of theirs and sports is no exception.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another very hard and aggressive culture is that of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. A nation, which until recently accepted the queen of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; as its ruler, the Australians know how to play and play hard. No wonder, Australian teams are so successful at the international stage In various sports.i attribute their fighting instinct from the nature and terrain of their land. The continent is barren to a great extent, and considerably sparsely populated. In such situations, survival needs one to be tough both physically and mentally. It would make an Indian go bonkers to not see another soul in sight for miles, but not an aussie, born and brought up to live alone and face the wild.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Its amazing how a football match can lead to such a fascinating line of thought!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-115230482325013780?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/115230482325013780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=115230482325013780' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/115230482325013780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/115230482325013780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2006/07/history-of-chokers-there-are-certain.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-114933593075437638</id><published>2006-06-03T07:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T07:58:50.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt;"&gt;THE PITCH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt;"&gt;BATTLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The world cup of football has many facets to it. One of them is football! Another latent but major battle is between the where multinational companies trying to gain the most out of this sporting extravaganza. Consider the ADIDAS and NIKE fight. Nike, who until a decade back was an unknown quantity in the European stage, is now claiming to be a world leader. On the other hand you have the German giant, Adidas which after its acquisition of Reebok has become the largest sports apparel company in the world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The world cup is a stage where the world will be watching, and neither of the two major players wants to miss out on the action of the pitch. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As per FIFA regulations, Adidas is one of the official sponsors of the tournament. This in theory, should give Adidas a tactical edge over Nike. But does it actually?? The answer lies in the extent of ambush marketing that takes place during the period of the world cup.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a name="more"&gt;Ambush marketing – a term often hissed in industry circles – occurs when one brand(Adidas) pays to become an official sponsor of an event and another competing brand attempts(Nike in this case) to cleverly connect itself with the event, without paying the sponsorship fee and, more frustratingly, without breaking any laws. Ambush, or guerilla, marketing is as undeniably effective as it is damaging, attracting consumers at the expense of competitors, all the while undermining an event’s integrity and, most importantly, its ability to attract future sponsors.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We saw ambush marketing at its most effective during the 1996 WILLS cricket world cup , when Pepsi, which had lost out to Coca Cola for the official sponsorship, came with a “there is nothing official about it “ Ad line&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;starring Sachin Tendulkar which literally left Coke lost&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;for words.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even this year, the message from the American brand is front and center, and the sunshine bright: "Joga Bonito." The phrase is Portuguese for "play beautiful," and it's a double-edged dig at Adidas. It reminds us 1) that the world champion Brazilians are a Nike squad, and 2) that Brazil plays a creative, dazzling style of soccer that makes the more conservative, bruising teams (ahem, Germany) seem passionless by comparison.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But Adidas, has been equally aggressive in its “impossible is nothing “campaign, showcasing stars as ordinary mortals who have achieved “the impossible”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The official ball of the tournament, made by Adidas, is where it hopes to make most of its gains from. The predicted sales figures of the ball are estimated to be around 15 million, for which Nike has no answer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another major setback for Nike has been the bad publicity it has received ever since the metatarsal injury to Wayne Rooney, causing him to be doubtful for the world cup. Stories having been doing the rounds, claiming that the Nike boots which Rooney was wearing at the time of the injury were partly responsible. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you thought the pitch was the only battlefield this summer in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Germany&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, then think again, because the showdown between these two brands is guaranteed to generate a lot of heat, and as a consumer, we have the best seats in town to witness this battle!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-114933593075437638?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/114933593075437638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=114933593075437638' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/114933593075437638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/114933593075437638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2006/06/pitch-battle-world-cup-of-football-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-114812616887377249</id><published>2006-05-20T07:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T10:37:38.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;A uneventful afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture this : you go to a movie hall to watcha flick  and to your dismay ,there no tickets available. dejected, you would go back home or land up and at some eating joint and curse all those people who are in the comfort of theatre , staring into the screen. well , a similar thing happened to us(Me and vendy) today. but then we decided why not try our hands at bowling for a change....&lt;br /&gt;So we went  to this  bowling joint and started playing...&lt;br /&gt;first  rolls :: both of us fail to hit a pin!!! nice start.. guess things can only improve..&lt;br /&gt;Then Vendy the man who claims to have played this game many a time before, comes up with his first points .&lt;br /&gt;At this point i am thinking of just getting the ball to drop atleast one pin...so i take short run leave the ball and let it glide..and whoa!! i drop all the ten !!  not bad for my second ever roll!&lt;br /&gt;and then the rest as they say his history.....&lt;br /&gt;i somehow manage to come up  with two more complete strikes (dont know what the exact term is for that..)and our dear vendy also manages to to completely miss all the pins on two more instances!&lt;br /&gt;ah! i was congratulating myself at an extremely well deserved victory,when vendy suggested that we try out the real life version bumper ball called ..hmm.. i dont know..some hockey!&lt;br /&gt;you ae given to knobs with flat bases to slide a puck around a board .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAME 1&lt;br /&gt;i make a liverpool style comeback from 2-6 down to win the game 7-6 in the dying moments of normal time!&lt;br /&gt;GAME 2&lt;br /&gt;Vendy at his clinical best 6-2 victory, courtsey 4 own goals from yours truly..&lt;br /&gt;GAME 3: the decider&lt;br /&gt;the game is very fast paced, vendy  scores early , but i reply back instantly and then disaster strikes as i score 4 back to back own goals to seal my fate!&lt;br /&gt;buoy! that was a lot of fun....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-114812616887377249?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/114812616887377249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=114812616887377249' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/114812616887377249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/114812616887377249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2006/05/uneventful-afternoon-picture-this-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-114785238065562348</id><published>2006-05-16T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T03:53:00.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BARCA Vs ARSENAL : the preview&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but write this blog out of pure excitement and anticipation of the events which are going to unfold tonight.Well the time is ticking and soon the action is going to erupt at Paris. It is going to be the Catalan giants versus the gunners of north London! A few months ago, if one were to predict the finalists then Arsenal definitely would  not have even been in the picture. After all, they had to contend with some of the biggest names in Europe like Juve and Madrid. However they have made it and they owe it all to the brilliance of one man, Thiery Henry. Every time when a challenge was standing in Arsenal s face, he stood up and delivered the goods. But the important thing to note is football is a team sport and the remaining 10 do have significant impact on the game. HENRY playing at home might be a threat but if the remaining 10 of Arsenal players are unable to perform , it might be a wash out( which as die hard football fan is not what I want to see, especially after the magic of last years final!) , because  the team that they are facing has players who gel well with  how the team plays as a whole. Arsenal would look for Frebegas and company to support henry in the midfield.&lt;br /&gt;Barca plays its game in a such way that  every move finally ends up with Ronaldinho!&lt;br /&gt;But apart from him, there is a lot of quality in the midfield and in the forwards area, in the form of Lionel Messi, Deco, Etoo etc. the argentine prodigy is tipped to be the next maradona and with the kind of form he has displayed this season, he could be a handful for even the Arsenal defence which has not conceded in a long time. Also , the speed and agility that guily provides to the Barca attack , as found out by Milan, should test Sol Campbell and Co.. &lt;br /&gt;Everything is set up so beautifully, let the game begin!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-114785238065562348?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/114785238065562348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=114785238065562348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/114785238065562348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/114785238065562348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2006/05/barca-vs-arsenal-preview-i-cant-help.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-114620562493104598</id><published>2006-04-28T02:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T02:29:46.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Our beloved hostel's not so distant past!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing on the comp when i accidentally fell upon the Nov 2002 edition of our beloved fourth estate( which for some reason or the other like most other things in the campus has vanished all of sudden--read green areas and trees!)&lt;br /&gt;well, when you think of GANGA , the first which does not come to your mind is ACADS! well as per this piece by a certain Vipulv aga( @#!@$!#!#!) the situation was quite the opposite a few years  back.... Read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Ganga will think up a proactive policy to make its residents study harder and RG their classmates. Ganga will lose the drive to participate in all non-essential activities and shall collectively set up mechanisms so that every resident concentrates on his acads(sic!).'Mug Until God' shall be the motto of the Gangaite, (Muggum tathaha Ishwarah) emblazoned in Sanskrit on his T-Shirt too. The security will have the power to whip any student trying to play in the field or be found outside his room during study hours at night. Lights shall not be switched off before 3 am, any offenders' rooms will be broken into and cold water poured on his face. The LitSec shall block most of the books from the Central Library at the starting of the Sem and put them in the Hostel Lib so that only Gangaites may have access to them. Consequently, the average CGPA will still be around what it was because half the denizens will pass away or go into a coma during end sems and get U grades in every course. The other half which get 10 pointers shall return to IIT Madras as Professors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WOW~!!! can you believe it? guess people  would be happy to note that things have changed (for better or worse, I dont know! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recommend a reading of this edition..pretty good stuff... hilarious and full of optimism , unlike the present day IITian' s write up's which are full of cynical comments on the system and how they are better off without it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-114620562493104598?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/114620562493104598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=114620562493104598' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/114620562493104598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/114620562493104598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2006/04/our-beloved-hostels-not-so-distant.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-114580058172354256</id><published>2006-04-23T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T09:58:15.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I got high….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life has been too fast off late. Since the beginning of the month there has been so much activity that I haven’t actually been able to take a back seat and introspect. Well, finally I got the time, and the space which I was looking. I went up to the terrace of my hostel and there it was! What I had been yearning for …..SPACE and plenty of it! Amidst the empty bottles of boose and packets of cigarettes and the monkey shit here and there, was where I found the perfect setting where life almost seems to stop. The evening sky was filled the different shades of red blended with blue. The birds were cruising above my head and every now and then one could spot a plane in the air heading towards its destination, the jet of its exhaust clearly visible to the naked eye. The site was perfect. The weather could not have been better with light breezing blowing to prevent me from sweating. I had reached a high (and not by consuming anything!) and a vague sense of elation filled me from inside. Alas! As they say all good things must come to an end and so did this…but it had recharged my mind and me regain my lost enthu! Life is great…….&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-114580058172354256?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/114580058172354256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=114580058172354256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/114580058172354256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/114580058172354256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-i-got-high.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-114357355345997510</id><published>2006-03-28T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T14:19:13.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking ahead......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished writing my manifesto for the post of sports secretary. oh no, dont say that i am unanimous (which i am by the way),because there is a contest and that is between me and ........ME! this might sound very wierd but it is true. i realized this today evening while having a conversation with my wingmates that , because i  got this on a platter, without me making a ounce of effort to get it, i might just let myself get drifted with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has not been a very pleasant year as far as my sports  is concerned. whether it be losses or injuries, i seemed to be doing the wrong things at precisley the wrong times! anyways no point looking back now and brooding over the spilt LASSI(ya i hate milk!), so lets move ahead and take a sneak peek at what lies in the future of dhanian and ganga...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....I see..... very vaguely though.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ganga celebrating a comprehensive schroeter victory!( that would be very nice!)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;a gold at inter IIT in the far east(please god please!!)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; and the rest of the picture seems distorted.....cant read anymore.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sport rarely teaches you nothing and all through the losses and broken bones(exaggerating ...I know!) i have realized that you are always a winner ,irrespective of which side you are on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem! just to let y0u all know that I also, through my XTRA sensitive, high end futuroscope see the letters "L I T S O C" being associated with GANGA.....wonder what that could mean.......... anybody???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-114357355345997510?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/114357355345997510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=114357355345997510' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/114357355345997510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/114357355345997510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2006/03/looking-ahead.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-114227762000167042</id><published>2006-03-13T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T14:21:41.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(DISCLAIMER: this is very emotionally charged piece, so pregnant women and young children are adivsed not to read it!!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Pain excites me."&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the words a man who has stared death in the face and come back to conquer the world. Yupp , the texas born Lance armstrong is the guy i am referring to. last semseter , when i had to make a presentation on a personality, i chose armstrong and since then he has been my role model in my life. a week ago , a friend of mine gave me his autobiography to read ,knowing very well that i would instantly love the book! the book captured my imagination, and gripped me completely. At certain stages in the book when Lance describes the his fight to survive, i actually had goosebumps! the sheer nakedness with which he describes the pain and the suffering and also the ecstasy he experiences with every single victory, both, in life and on the cycling track. Many people think that Lance never gave up through the course of his tussle with cancer, but this not true. He was so distraught with life that he was satisfied with becoming a burger eating house husband who would play golf on weekends. This was natural, and expected of anybody who has just miraculously survived death( he was given a less than 50% chance of survival , but in reality the situation was much worse and Lance was informed later about it.)&lt;br /&gt;But, Lance was no ordinary guy. Ya he felt lost, but when he was made to realise that he survived and he had life to live, he came back much stronger and became more mature. From being at the bottom of the cycling world , it took him less than 2 years to regain the number one spot in cycling. But that was not enough for him, because , he yet could not convince himself and the world that he had recovered completely. the Tour de France, became his ultimate goal in life. the race is one of the most gruelling sporting events in the world,and it tests you both mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;Well the rest is history and so i shall say no more.&lt;br /&gt;on sunday night when mark boucher hit brett lee to the fence and South Africa had achieved the unthinkable, it just made me a stronger believer in Lance 's motto in life:NEVER QUIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-114227762000167042?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/114227762000167042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=114227762000167042' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/114227762000167042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/114227762000167042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2006/03/disclaimer-this-is-very-emotionally.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-114127820766635996</id><published>2006-03-02T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T00:43:27.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VETTY WED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written below is a concised  report of a certain evening in the life of DH(ya thats my new nick....courtsey strong tam boy!)there is purpose behind my posting this on the blog, which i have mentioned at the end of the report. So here goes...(pardon me for typos)&lt;br /&gt;well , sometime in life a kind a vacuum sets in , which leaves you lost for thoughts to ponder over , actions to  do and in such cases , nothing makes sense !!! last night was one such night...It began with me coming back from  a marathon playing session that included one of the best goals which i have scored in my life(goal no.3673..ya i have maintained a record of every time the ball hits the back of the net!!!) .Fast forward  and i found myself at dhaba,along with a bunch of my hostelmates, waiting for food to arrive and staring at my phone, as if expecting a call or something!&lt;br /&gt;Scene shifted to hostel an hour later, and to 255 where we got into one our usual election related conversations, and the whole talk drfited from there to other very mundane issues(like the "false "  claim of bale in a paper..for details refer to his blog!) By this stage i was extremely aware of what i was doing....I was filling the VACUUM!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the comp troubleshooter aka anush maadher, i was able to successfully upload my picture onto my blog...which prompted me to motivate him to stand for the post of technical affairs secretary.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, i had a visitor to my room, the one and only  Jha. This  guy always seems to have noble intentions and desires, but somehow fails to live up to them.(No offence meant to Jha, after all how many of us actually have desireS???)He was here for "business" reasons.Suddenly something within me wanted to laugh all the way through the night .... so in comes duck into the picture. He had just lost one of his "limbs"; Yes, duck, like most IITians has six limbs: 4 natural ones and a mobile phone and GOOGLE talk! Our man had for some reason lost the G limb, so he was all paranoid, and was in one of his cranky states. He comes to my room, and when i offer the choice of which movie to watch , he comes up with K3G!!!&lt;br /&gt; So we  watched  K3G, ( bale entered the party soon enough and suprisingly was game for K3G!!) the stereotypical SRK blockbuster, which takes you supposedly, through a range of emotions; anger, betrayal, happiness, and yes! celebration.The three of us having watched it decided to look at it from  a different perspective : a critic s opinion of the whole drama. Well, half an hour into the movie, the three of us could bear no more and decided to call it quits.... in hindsight, a very wise decision. The only thing which kept me watching it for half an hour was the absolutely astounding performance of Kajol as the country dilliwali.&lt;br /&gt;It was 12:30 then....It is 01:30  now.&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION:&lt;br /&gt; buoy! does it take time to write a blog or what!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-114127820766635996?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/114127820766635996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=114127820766635996' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/114127820766635996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/114127820766635996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2006/03/vetty-wed-written-below-is-concised.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-114114953309343890</id><published>2006-02-28T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T12:58:53.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thats me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img157.imageshack.us/my.php?image=rikathome7hf.jpg" border=0 target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/6513/rikathome7hf.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at ImageShack.us"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;hey thats me me and more of me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-114114953309343890?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/114114953309343890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=114114953309343890' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/114114953309343890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/114114953309343890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2006/02/thats-me.html' title='thats me!'/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-114054915051878982</id><published>2006-02-21T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T14:12:30.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huff...puff...huff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S: The opinions reflected in the post might be seen as offensive to some, so reader discretion is advised!!!)&lt;br /&gt;The smell of fags heavy in the air.... open skies ....  five people( extremely hungry!!!)  wait with baited breath for the guy from the kitchen to get their burgers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this was the scene at the burger joint where we had dinner today. We were surrounded by "Tam brams" who were smoking their lives away, reflecting on the day that had gone by,and probably looking ahead to their day ahead. While i waited for my Italian burger( pretty cheeesy stuff, i must say!!), one amongst us raised the question : why do people fag? there was a moment of silence, and then..... the burgers arrived!!!! The next twenty odd minutes saw noone speak. Everyone was busy filling their tummies, and so the question was never answered. So , when i ask myself now , i still dont  have a definitive answer. What is it that makes a person a light a cylinder of 120 mm length and 10 mm diameter and breathe the smoke that emanates from it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say its an addiction, but the addiction is only once you  start it. everyone knows its sideeffects. When one smokes, one is not only eating away at one's lives , but is also reducing the lifespan of the bystander. The industry might be a very profitable one both in terms of size and revenue, but sometimes you got to think away from the economics and think of welfare of society while making decisions(YES....economics quiz was today...). The Suprising part is that majority of the people who smoke are educated and are well aware of the consequences of their actions. Yet , they seem to behave apathetic to the situation. Its as if they are at the mercy of the fag . In the remaining world smoking is getting branded a taboo, while  in India quite the reverse seems to be happening. The young , with a sudden influx of wealth (thanks primarily to the outsourcing bubble!!), have their pockets full , and are looking for avenues to spend. Smoking to them seems to be the right way to go, beacause:&lt;br /&gt;-  its a long term investment..... meaning  you will have a monthly amount for it, which keeps increasing.... as you get addicted....the only difference being that the premium is taken at the end - with your life!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- smoking makes you thin and slim....now you can eat more junk food,if and when you get time from your beloved partner--the sutta!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Your friends suddenly seem  to take notice of your actions...what you do and how you do them....(although there might be some who would stay away from you....then the next point is for you)&lt;br /&gt;- You need no company of anyone else, You and your sutta are enough.... everything becomes secondary in life !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a pitiful situation, that the youth(15-40;forming  two thirds of our population;) is being drawn by the bud. The fire is burning, and if it is not put out soon , there might be only ash left to collect!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;"A cigarette is a pipe with a fire at one end and a fool at the other"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-114054915051878982?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/114054915051878982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=114054915051878982' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/114054915051878982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/114054915051878982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2006/02/huff.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-114016589202641892</id><published>2006-02-17T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T03:45:32.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A collection of my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday i saw the hindi version of the movie " Paint it Yellow". A light hearted ,yet with deeper message, the movie was a completely miscible mixture( ...just back from a quiz..so pardon me for your using phase equilibria jargon..)of all the various sterotypical themes one notices in cinema nowadays. A overall well compiled product, which leaves you humming its music for a long time to come.The songs of the movie was well slotted and the music was upto what we have come to expect of A.R Rehman-- stupendous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was plenty of cricket action to take note of this week. Well it all began with the pounding that Sri Lanka got at the hands of "Punter" and a certain bloke named Andrew Symonds!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was a show of strength from the world s best cricket team  on why exactly they are number one.&lt;br /&gt;Having lost the first final, the pressure was on the men from down under, and to say that they beat Sri Lanka would be an understatement! After all, its not often that you see Muralitharan going for a 100 runs in 10 overs!&lt;br /&gt;While this was going on down south, up north, Team India clawed its way back to beat the Pakis and regain some pride after humiliation in the test matches. As usual , the bombay bomber was among the runs, although Mohammad Asif had him dancing in his crease on more than one instance!!&lt;br /&gt;And I almost forgot , we had our quizzes this week, so that kept me occupied the most of the time!! They will go on till the coming tuesday, so i am wondering what to do after that....&lt;br /&gt;any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like they say...&lt;br /&gt;"An idea can change your life"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-114016589202641892?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/114016589202641892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=114016589202641892' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/114016589202641892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/114016589202641892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2006/02/collection-of-my-thoughts-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-113955726919267503</id><published>2006-02-10T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T02:41:09.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"People are talking too much"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the exact words which  a friend o f mine mentioned to me last night, which got me into writing this blog. All of  a sudden the world seems to have become a smaller place, and information arbitrage is to "blame" for it. Yes, agreed that it is good that people can access information from anywhere and at anytime of the day, but there is also negative repurcussion to this  phenomena.&lt;br /&gt;This sudden surge in information accessibility has led to people to think that they can beat the experts in different fields at their  game. What people dont realize is that whatever they know is only the superficial aspects, and at the end of the day it is best to take the word of the expert in that field before jumping to any conclusions.After all, A engineer can't claim to be a doctor just by reading all the medical pages that Wikipedia has to offer!!!&lt;br /&gt;There is also another dimension to this information super highway that we find ourselves travelling on. Most of us have this urge to be always stay connected to the world, whether it be through Google talk, Yahoo messenger, or through mobile phones. People behave as though they are handicapped when they are not "logged on". Also , since all these means of communications are well within the reach of the common man, its become an integral part of our daily routines to spend certain amount of time in using these softwares. After all, it is cheap and in some cases free !!!&lt;br /&gt;Free SMS; one of the biggest and most popular market strategies of the mobile revolution, it has become second nature to most of us. The idea of SMS is a very appealing; You are able to share informtion without having to getting a instant reaction from the other side, and when it is free, the urge to sms is irresistable!!! It has sort of become a timepass for  most of us to message when we get bored  or are lost  for ideas. Its as though, we are using the service because it is available and more importantly it is free!!&lt;br /&gt;Ya its true, the world is shrinking by the minute...... but lets just hope that there is still some space left for each one of us to live and breathe fresh air!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#0000ff;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#0000ff;"   &gt;"The                      next best thing to knowing something is to know where to find it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-113955726919267503?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/113955726919267503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=113955726919267503' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113955726919267503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113955726919267503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2006/02/people-are-talking-too-much-these-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-113793136106691493</id><published>2006-01-22T06:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T07:03:25.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/1414/1600/Image012.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/1414/320/Image012.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "lets have chocolate crunch da"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     one most difficult things to decide when goes to a place like Planet Yum is......&lt;br /&gt;"what do i eat today?"&lt;br /&gt; A couple of my friends are in a similar situation here!!!&lt;br /&gt;seeing the picture a question comes to mind .....&lt;br /&gt;who is going to make the decision?&lt;br /&gt;i guess everyone who was there then knows who actually made the decision...&lt;br /&gt;think think....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-113793136106691493?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/113793136106691493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=113793136106691493' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113793136106691493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113793136106691493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2006/01/lets-have-chocolate-crunch-da-one-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-113793012147053275</id><published>2006-01-22T06:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T06:42:01.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/1414/1600/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3453/1414/320/Image016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           annoying thing --- crazy frog ---- captured!!!&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;br /&gt;finally we have succeeded!!! the most funfilled and exciting frog has been captured on camera.&lt;br /&gt;well i was reading this book by tom friedman and in it he mentions a very important fact....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"printing made us all readers. xerox made us all publishers.television made us all viewers. digitisation makes us all broadcasters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what i am doing now is evidence to the above statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-113793012147053275?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/113793012147053275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=113793012147053275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113793012147053275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113793012147053275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2006/01/annoying-thing-crazy-frog-captured.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-113758406536757323</id><published>2006-01-18T06:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T06:44:55.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAUGHTER, THE BEST MEDICINE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh!!! i see its been a long time since i blogged... so here goes. Well, today is yet another one of those days where i have no idea of what i want to do. at my head is absolutley blank!!&lt;br /&gt;my "ornament" on my left thumb is still on. Tomorrow is when i might find out when it can come off. i have learnt a lot of things during these past few weeks about my right handed abilities, and i am happy to say that i am not as bad as thought i was with it.&lt;br /&gt;Our semester is not particularly interesting as i was hoping it would be. I have made a few "discoveries" duirng the course of the evenings when under normal circumstances i would have been on the field sweating it out.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night was a lot of fun!! okay we( we referring to naresh, ducky and self) didnt booze... nor  did we go places..&lt;br /&gt;so what did we do?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it all started when i buzzed ducky to ask him if he was interested to make the coffee trip to gurunath... and the rest as they say is history!!! naresh joined us and so did one other friend of mine( you know who!!!). the four of us camped at gurunath for the next two hours or so discussing anything and everything under the sun!! it was clearly evident to all witness at gurunath at that time that the four of us were totally jobless. Soon the scene shifted to 263 ganga where the fun and frolic continued,with spanky and wiper making guest appearances duirng the course of the next hour or so. by the end of it all, my jaw was so tired of laughing that it actually started hurting!!!&lt;br /&gt;it might not seem a whole lot of fun to those who are reading this, but trust me when i say it was!!&lt;br /&gt;suprisingly enough, i was paying attention in every single class today. now , is that just coincindence or what?&lt;br /&gt;5 days to go to SAARANG.... and god knows how many days before i can get back on the field again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-113758406536757323?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/113758406536757323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=113758406536757323' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113758406536757323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113758406536757323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2006/01/laughter-best-medicine.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-113618559420635929</id><published>2006-01-02T01:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T02:06:34.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The hidden side of everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. This is the last blog from the chill and cold of northIndia...(thank god for that!!) Soon i will be back in chennai , the sweat, the humidity the huzzle buzzle of college life...ahh aahh what a pleasant thought...&lt;br /&gt;i had a great december , despite the fact that i broke my thumb, and we lost at Roorkee(refer to my previous blogs for details..).I travelled a lot during the last month, met a lot of old friends and cousins during the course of my travels.&lt;br /&gt;My brother gave me a book called "freakonomics". It is not that typical economist book, which will explain to you why america is the biggest superepower in the world and how India and China are catching up fast. It tells you how abortions in the 70's and 80's were responsible for drop in crime rates in america during the 90's.Sounds interesting ? you bet it is...&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry, it tells you much more than  than that. For instance, you are informed about what crack is, how it is prepared, and why it is more popular, both amongst customers and suppliers.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen levitt(the author for all you who didnt know), gives us an insight into how a drug gang organises itself,and amazingly enough, you will find that it is quite similar to how McDonald's is structured!!&lt;br /&gt;a must read for all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Incentives are the cornerstone of modern life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-113618559420635929?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/113618559420635929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=113618559420635929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113618559420635929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113618559420635929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2006/01/hidden-side-of-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-113539782498229904</id><published>2005-12-23T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T23:24:01.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The great Indian wedding...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am typing this blog out of pure enthusiasm of puting a night out!!! yes!! and this was for a wedding..(a not for an exam strangely ..).I just returned home, after a funfilled and exciting night!! i had no idea of the rituals that were involved in a wedding ceremony. Everthing starting from the mandal design o the crucial mangal sutra has pre and post ritual accompanying it.No wonder that the wedding took all night and went uptill 8 in the morning.i lost all my sleep during the course of last night, so when i returned, unlike the rest who decided to catch up on their lost hours of sleep , i decided to check my mail. "You've got mail" .Yes! thats exactly what gave me the energy and enthusiasm to write this blog. Anyways coming back to the wedding, this, my first experience, was quite an eye opening one!! ya sure it was a lot of fun, especially because i got to meet all my relatives after a long time, but i realised how taxing this whole concept was on every single person who was involved in it, including me. Does it need to be so? Cant we simplifly things a wee bit so as to ease the pressures leading up to such events? Maybe not as simple as in a christian wedding where "I DO" in essence captures the entirerity of the ceremony!!&lt;br /&gt;Overall, an enjoyable experience as long as you are not the guy/girl in the line of fire!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marriages are made in heaven but they got to lived on the earth"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-113539782498229904?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/113539782498229904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=113539782498229904' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113539782498229904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113539782498229904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2005/12/great-indian-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-113505778724367891</id><published>2005-12-20T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T00:49:47.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Life : A marathon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed.&lt;br /&gt;Every morning a lion wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;It knows it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter whether you are a lion or a gazelle.&lt;br /&gt;when the sun comes up, you better start running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completely agree!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-113505778724367891?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/113505778724367891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=113505778724367891' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113505778724367891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113505778724367891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-marathon-every-morning-in-africa.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-113458298596297703</id><published>2005-12-14T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T12:57:54.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;disaster at roorkee!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a disastrous inter IIT... knocked out in the league phases and as if that was not enough , a fractured thumb to take with me as a parting gift!!!!(yes...i am typing this with my right hand only!!!left thumb is the one which is fractured!!)) kharagpur humiliated us on day one and kanpur repeated that a day later. 4 days into tourney and we are part of the ever increasing IITM cheering squad, who have all been knocked out in the various sports and are jobless for the remaining days. tomorrow is our last league match against delhi , (a dead rubber!!!) me not playing obly!!! this our first practice match for next years inter IIT in guwahati ...this place is really cold 3.5 degrees right now... one of the many resons why IITM struggling here...okies got to go ... coffee waiting in canteen... by the way this place sucks !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-113458298596297703?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/113458298596297703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=113458298596297703' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113458298596297703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113458298596297703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2005/12/disaster-at-roorkee-what-disastrous.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-113394443120498282</id><published>2005-12-07T03:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T12:33:30.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The sun is out and Chennai seems a much better place. For one, we are able to practice for the upcoming inter IIT sports tourney in Roorkee. This time last year i was a first year student,shy and quiet ,drained of all my energy and enthusiasm, longing to go home after the completion of the first semester, but cricket forced me to stay put for 20 days more. Amazing how time changes a lot of things!! Last year all I cared about was when this whole ordeal would get over and when i would be in the cozy enivronment of home. I felt nothing despite the loss we suffered at the hands of Roorkee in the finals. but this year the mood is totally different . I have this burning desire within me to go and win. okay agreed, there is a substantial part of me which tells me to go home and relax forget about al this.But i can't do that and I don't want to do that. Revenge is on my mind. The odds are pitted against us. The weather which is going to be a critical factor , is definitely against us. The last one year has been a learning experience for me, in terms of the various pressures i have faced, both on and off the field. Despite the odds being against us, I am confident of pulling it off this time,mainly due to the fact that i look at ourselves , i see team IITM and not 11 talented guys. Like they say, "there is no I in a team".&lt;br /&gt;Roorkee here i come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-113394443120498282?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/113394443120498282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=113394443120498282' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113394443120498282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113394443120498282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2005/12/sun-is-out-and-chennai-seems-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-113376516290670060</id><published>2005-12-05T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T01:50:28.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NATURE.... WOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most memorable experiences of my life happened yesterday.My exams got over so I decided to go and watch a movie(Potter 4),but unfortunately all shows were running houseful!! So my friend came up with the idea of going to the beach and buoy what a great idea it was!! After having grub we went close to the shore and just stood there gazing at the mighty sea,heading towards us with all its fury as if somebody had angered it. Amazingly enough the night sky was clear and one could after a long time see those tiny twinkling dots in the sky shining gleefully. The whole atmosphere left me speechless. It was after a long time that i had actually seen nature in harmony.All one hears  nowadays are natural disasters and there after effects. Its a pity that we humans take nature for granted and dont give it due importance in our daily lives. The setting gave me a sense of calm and satisfaction which was different from anything i had experienced before. Sitting there i recollected all the pleasant momeries from home and life in college. what a site!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to next morning ,time:0630 am:I get up with aches and pains everywhere due to yesterday's working out. But somehow the previous night's experience was still lingering in my head and although my body had phyiscally given up, my mind was fresh and thats why i could pull off the 5 km morning run. Amazing isn't it, the effect the mind haas on one's body!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-113376516290670060?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/113376516290670060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=113376516290670060' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113376516290670060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113376516290670060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2005/12/nature.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-113320290385893232</id><published>2005-11-29T03:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T13:35:18.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well people have tagged me so....   i need to respond!!&lt;br /&gt;well my life is a mixed bag!!!&lt;br /&gt;1. firstly, unlike most IITians i am left handed, which has its own advantages and disadvantages...&lt;br /&gt;2. my whole day revolves around a single activity...that is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; crapping&lt;/span&gt;!!!!... the day i crap in the morning before going to class , you will find me bubbly and churpy; the day i get it done after lunch the smile will be there post lunch; and those days when it just never happens, you will find me sulking and groaning all day!!!&lt;br /&gt;3.i love playing games..and before you all get awww  and oooh about it i am refering to sports!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. on bathing schedules i have nothing fixed.. although definitley have one the day i play...however, over the past couple of days have been having a bath daily,despite not playing..dont know why..although someone might know why!!&lt;br /&gt;5. i just adore the IITM lingo!!! its the best part of it all!!(esp the "slisha" term..can be used universally without giving away the feelings you are going to express in that sentence!!ask ducky for details!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i attend most classes.. with an ATA(awake to asleep)  ratio at about 7:3&lt;br /&gt;7. i can speak four languages with equal fluency(i am sure some people who read this will contest this point with me!!) and in a place like IITM that really helps..&lt;br /&gt;8. as far as acads are concerned i believe in constitent input gives continouous output theory!! however despite all this i find it difficult to stick to this statement due to the other stuff i keep doing..&lt;br /&gt;9.i own a guitar but dont play it ..quite a common feature amongst IITians&lt;br /&gt;10.i refuse to change my mobile connection despite the terribly poor network and serviceit provides...&lt;br /&gt;11. despite the incapapbilities in my computer to support fifa completely..i play the game and i  am pretty good it at too..&lt;br /&gt;12. I just love f.r.i.e.n.d.s... got it stored (all seasons=18.2GB) on my 80 GB hard drive!!!&lt;br /&gt;13. my taste of music is not specific. i listen to what makes me feel nice now..it could be a song form DDLJ....or it could be one of those bob dylan numbers or one of those GnR hits..&lt;br /&gt;14. i need 6 hours sleep in a day to keep my system running ...&lt;br /&gt;15. i love the mess food only on saturday nights when BBJ is served with eggs..else i am always on the lookout for company to either go to dhaba or order a Pizza!!&lt;br /&gt;16.i just love my life at IIT, irrespective of what others say!!&lt;br /&gt;17. Ahh ..forgot this one:I cant type very well as you will notice from the number of typos and spelling mistakes in this blog... bottomline is all that matters!!&lt;br /&gt;will complete this in the next edition.....&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-113320290385893232?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/113320290385893232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=113320290385893232' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113320290385893232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113320290385893232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-people-have-tagged-me-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-113317393494474159</id><published>2005-11-28T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T05:32:14.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;A MIXED BAG.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha!! 13 down 9 more to go... for those of you who didnt get that, forget it!! Finally after a long time I have got the time ,energy,( the comma before this parenthesis is called an Oxford comma, if you didn't know!!) and the mood to blog again. My exams are still going although I have got a respite of two days before they steamroll over me.And there we go... it raining again in chennai!! phew!!! The city is (literally) overflowing with water and the rains just don't stop . They keep pounding away on this marsh and drowned land as if there is no tomorrow!! A one day international washed out, schools and colleges closed(I don't know if anybody is complaining about that!!) and the overall city has a very gloomy feel to it. Hmm..What else has happened in the last two weeks that I stopped visiting this portal? Let me see...Aha yes !! Sourav ganguly has been shown the door!! Its finally happened..After long deliberation amongst majority of the Indians decided that its time there was a change at the top and the wall deservingly was given the added responsibility of leading a nation.&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday the man from T&amp;amp;T surpassed the gutsy aussie southpaw Allan Border as the world's highest test run getter. If any body in the world still actually is a follower of west Indian cricket , its truly because of the aura and class of this man brings to the sport. When he walks onto the field ,the whole atmosphere changes to one of high energy and enthusiasm and that in a nutshell says a lot of the caliber of the man.. Who has seen the sport decay in his region through his playing years...Kudos to Lara,for shining despite the darkness surrounding him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-113317393494474159?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/113317393494474159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=113317393494474159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113317393494474159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113317393494474159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2005/11/mixed-bag_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-113317390643195377</id><published>2005-11-28T04:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T05:32:43.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-113317390643195377?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/113317390643195377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=113317390643195377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113317390643195377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113317390643195377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-113116667950981409</id><published>2005-11-04T13:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T23:58:53.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dhanian?? rikky?? Virgin??(and yes in this we dont capitalize the first letter!!!) Well they are the names of the same guy... And yes that's me!!! This one the most interesting aspects of life in IITM. Once you are here, your "name" is what people here want to call you by and the "nickname" is the name your parents gave you. In fact the tradition is such a long one that , when a alumini of the institute, Shri Kumar Suryanarayana, president(R&amp;D), Biocon,had come to inaugurate Shaastra '05, the director, under whom he had been a student, introduced him as "frenchie", a name which kumar was very proud of would seem funny for an outsider, but life becomes so much simpler with nicks. Take for a example a situation, in our hostel where we have two guys with the same "nicknames",Anand. But the nick system has removed all the confusion. One guy walks like duck ,so ducky is the "name" and the other dude runs to taramani every time he gets the call of nature,so taramani is the "name"!!&lt;br /&gt;I presume that there is science behind this seemingly absurd naming system. It has been proven that our picture memory helps us recollect stuff longer, than by simply reading or reciting it a hundred times. So every nick has a funda, and through that funda(however dirty it may be, it has to be funny!!!) we remember the names of people: spanky; funda: he spanked a girl on the back side at school. Can you forget this guy's name now??The nicks are not restricted to students , some profs( who tend to make sure that they leave a imprint on whom so ever they teach.. You know what I mean!!!) like for example "kballs" is K. balakrishnan, and so on..&lt;br /&gt;Irrespective of what is in store for me in the future, I will never forget the "names" that I got at IITM!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-113116667950981409?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/113116667950981409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=113116667950981409' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113116667950981409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113116667950981409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2005/11/dhanian-rikky-virginand-yes-in-this-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-113056832834445244</id><published>2005-10-29T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T04:53:11.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Despite the gloom of the earthquake in kashmir, the deluge in chennai and rest of south India, the average Indian is consoling himself with the following thought:Aged 32, he is back to his best!! Yes I am talking about the great man himself... Sachin is back!!&lt;br /&gt;That enthusiasm, that excitement in those watchful eyes reveal it all. He seems to be carrying new found confidence on him wherever he goes. I don'tknow what is the relation he has developed with me and a billion other people over the past 16 years (and counting!!) but he is able to bring a smile to our faces every single time when he walks out there and makes his bat do the talking. He makes us all proud of the fact the fact that we are Indians. For the past few months cricket had taken a backseat in the lives of most Indians. I had stopped watching the game, atlhtough I kept track of the ashes. The ganguly -chappell drama further drew me away from the sport. But lo!! The first ODi against Sri Lanka and the buzz is back again!! Why?? The answer is simple: Sachin is BACK!! India wins!! A few days later, at Mohali the carnage continues, and people are asking ... "Is he actually 33? Playing like when he was 16.." The newspapers are out with headlines like " Indian juggernaut is on its way"and "team India can do no wrong". Amidst all this pomp and jubilation(its festive season,DIWALI TIME!!!) , a man sitting at home in kolkata watching the drama unfolding, must be wondering,"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mera number kabh aiyega??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPY DIWALI EVERYONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;lets all celebrate the return of a champion!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-113056832834445244?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/113056832834445244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=113056832834445244' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113056832834445244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/113056832834445244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2005/10/despite-gloom-of-earthquake-in-kashmir.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-112979331952167022</id><published>2005-10-20T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T03:29:19.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The biggest techfest in the country just got over...Yes shaastra 2005, a student organised fest, having the ISO 9001 stamp, just got over. As usual the hype that is created evry year around the events at shaastra is tremendous thanks to the PR courtesy the HINDU and aother media partners. But after the event is over i am wondering what all the hype was about..&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine, agreed that this year the bascule bridge project that was taken up by the students of IITM was completed succesfully but apart from that there was little to look forward to over the 4 days at Shaaastra, and this me an IITian speaking ....&lt;br /&gt;the thing that bugged me the most was the ignobel prizes, an event aimed to be rip off on the actual paper presentation(which by the wway was scrapped this year..!!!!). For god's sake this is techfest , not a Saarang were entertainment is the ultimate aim!! shaastra is one of the few techfests in the country which is catered to the needs of the undergraduates exclusively. It gives them a platform to come out with their ideas and present them for further analysis.&lt;br /&gt;But scrapping the paper presentation and encouraging the ignobel prizes , i am not sure whether&lt;br /&gt;what the organisers are thinking..&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is a drastic rethink in strategy is needed so that Shaastra truly is what it claims to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-112979331952167022?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/112979331952167022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=112979331952167022' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/112979331952167022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/112979331952167022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2005/10/biggest-techfest-in-country-just-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-112781746217274865</id><published>2005-09-27T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T06:43:20.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah !! finally it has rained in here today! Wait the rains .. let me see what comes to my my mind instantly .. hurricanes ... hmm... yes katrina and then rita!! Isn't the US having a bad time or what ? katrina had left new orleans completely shattered and yet another one turns up to take a shot at houston. I dont know whether iam right or not , but i feel that all the fury mother nature has throwing at us(the tsunami first, the hurricanes, the mumbai floods..etc) , is purely the effects of GLOBAL WARMING. Its as if nature has woken up from sleep, and is extremely upset at the mess that we have created. So its just getting the house in order!! we keep hearing and talking about the fact that we need to do something to solve the global warming problem. But rarely do we see or hear about action being taken to get over the crisis. The surge in the prices of oil has had some effect on the big enrgy guzzlers of the world. I think it has finally dawned on them that , there is no alternative but to look towards other energy avenues to meet their energy demands.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that in recent yearsthere has been a weakening in the stranglehold that america had over world affairs, i still feel that unless the texan and his bunch of goons are not convinced to move away from oil, there shall be no use of any measures that are taken. After all, the USA is the biggest consumer of oil in the world. i think its time we actually put ideas into action and invest in developing technology, or else the oil tap might just run dry before we have developed any other option to shift to . Hey, Bush, are you listening????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-112781746217274865?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/112781746217274865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=112781746217274865' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/112781746217274865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/112781746217274865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2005/09/ah-finally-it-has-rained-in-here-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-112675142316785897</id><published>2005-09-15T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:30:23.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The last time it happened&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;was when i was born , and now it has happened again when i have turned 18....THE ASHES ARE BACK HOME!!! Finally the Aussie juggernaut has been put to halt!It has woken up the whole world,who were bored and sick of seeing the kangaroos flying high! This ashes has been by far the most closely fought series&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;in a long time in world cricket.The series has brought back crowds to cricket grounds in england and with the english&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;winning it and restoring lost pride in every english fan's heart, cricket should see a major revival in&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the country. The defeat of the aussies has raised a big question in everyone's mind;has the mantle of champions been passed on? I think it would be wrong to jump to such a conclusion, but the thing that we can say for sure is that &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has become a force to contend with in world cricket. An interesting thing that was noticeable during the ashes was that the average age of players in the two teams. While the Australians playing XI had players in late 20's and early 30's,the english players were mostly in the early to late 20's. This clearly indicates where that the english are here to stay!! &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It will be interesting to see how the Australian selectors react to this "shocking" defeat. Almost every player will be under the scanner, with the exception of shane warne and maybe to a certain extent Adam Gilchrist. Ricky Ponting must have never seen this coming. Just two months back ,his captaincy was being praised by one and all and now he is being battered from various angles for his "irresponsible " judgement. Only time will what will be the fate of these defeated warriors and their commander....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-112675142316785897?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/112675142316785897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=112675142316785897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/112675142316785897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/112675142316785897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-time-it-happened-was-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15318518.post-112625160097545564</id><published>2005-09-09T03:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T03:40:00.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I get the feeling that there  is an imaginary wall being bulit up at the center of the country  which is clearly demarcating the north and the south. This divide in culture , attitudes is now, affecting every single individual's daily lives.  People's perception of a person is affected greatly by which  part of the country he hails from. ( it is extremely prominent where iam studying right now!!!) . A general impression  what a guy form the south will percieve on meeting a northy goes like this: an arrogant , bully , who is extremely self centered and has no sensitivity for the opposite sex,a pervert,  to sum it up in one word. The northy 's first impression will go like: a coward , who is too shy to say anything, will  keep his thoughts and feeling  to himself , basically a pushover . this divide is  increasing rapidly  due to the sudden influx of wealth  into the hands of the youth, thanks to the call center boom in the country. The feeling that "they are different/inferior from us" is mostly prevalant among today's youth, who are fuelling the growth  of ths feeling , by irresponsible acts and misdeeds. For a country like ours, which take pride in the fact that we possess cultural diversities and yet are "one" , This is very sad development.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15318518-112625160097545564?l=dharik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/feeds/112625160097545564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15318518&amp;postID=112625160097545564' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/112625160097545564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15318518/posts/default/112625160097545564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharik.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-get-feeling-that-there-is-imaginary.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887231711979734046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
