<?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-24832469</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:47:32.120+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool as always ....</title><subtitle type='html'>Definitely life – yah ‘life’ which most of the people don’t find time to live. - Let’s take time,live life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veerajthaploo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24832469/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veerajthaploo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cool as always ....</name><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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24832469.post-8204914670249160012</id><published>2007-04-24T20:54:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:09:39.628+06:00</updated><title type='text'>List of books to read ...</title><content type='html'>A selected list of books – I got good review about .This list is not in any specific order.&lt;br /&gt;Have read some books and looking forward to read some more .&lt;br /&gt;It might help you guys to select a book --- enjoy reading …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)'Lust for Life' sometime back.Its a biographical novel on the life of&lt;br /&gt;Vincent Van Gogh.&lt;br /&gt;2) Gone With The Wind&lt;br /&gt;3) Catch 22&lt;br /&gt;4) Waiting For Gobot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) "Work Motivation in Organizational Behavior"&lt;br /&gt;Author: Craig C. Pinder&lt;br /&gt;Publisher: Prentice Hall&lt;br /&gt;6) "The Alchemy of Desire" by Tarun Tejpal.&lt;br /&gt;7) "A Million Little Pieces" -- Gurpartapsuriya&lt;br /&gt;8) The best of bits &amp; pieces.&lt;br /&gt;9) "What u feel u can heal" by john gray&lt;br /&gt;10) Polar bear pirates and their quest to reach fat city"by Adrian&lt;br /&gt;webster&lt;br /&gt;11) "Lee Kuan Yew : The Man and His Ideas"&lt;br /&gt;12) Erich Segal's Doctors.&lt;br /&gt;13) Code Name God by Mani Bhaumik&lt;br /&gt;14) Jhumpa Lahiri's Interpreter of Maladies.&lt;br /&gt;15) "Snapshots from Hell - The Making of an MBA" - Peter Robinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;àA bunch of books on management related stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Tom Peters - Circle of Innovation&lt;br /&gt;13) Maverick - Ricardo Semler&lt;br /&gt;14) Managing Radical Change - Sumantra Ghoshal&lt;br /&gt;15) Every Business is a growth business - Ram Charan&lt;br /&gt;16) Getting to Yes - William Ury&lt;br /&gt;17) Getting past NO - William Ury &amp;amp; Gang&lt;br /&gt;18) The Ffth Discipline - Peter Senge&lt;br /&gt;19) Made in Japan - Akio Morita ( A very simplistic book though )&lt;br /&gt;20) First, Break all the rules - Marcus Buckingham&lt;br /&gt;21) Best Practices - Arthur Andersen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiction author - Eric Van Lustbader - Works include&lt;br /&gt;22) Ninja&lt;br /&gt;23) Dark Homecoming.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;24) Iacocca -My Years at General Motors&lt;br /&gt;25) Bill Gates' Business @ Speed of Thought&lt;br /&gt;26) The Road Ahead&lt;br /&gt;27) HANNIBAL "Eat the Rich" by P.J O'Rourke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) LOVE IN THE TIME OF CHOLERA: GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ&lt;br /&gt;28) One Hundred years of solitude GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Made in Japan (Akio Morita)&lt;br /&gt;30) Unnatural Leadership (err...not sure)&lt;br /&gt;31) Borderless World (err....its abt globalisation....)&lt;br /&gt;32) Kotler on Marketing (Philip Kotler...a masterpiece)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Father Son and Co - Tom Watson Jr (IBM)&lt;br /&gt;34) Only the Paranoid Survive - Andrew S Grove(Intel)&lt;br /&gt;35) In Search of Excellence - Tom Peters and Bob (Robert) Waterman&lt;br /&gt;36) The Discipline of Market leaders - Michael Treacy, Fred Wiersema&lt;br /&gt;37) Focus - Al Ries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PG Wodehose&lt;br /&gt;38) Thank you,Jeeves&lt;br /&gt;39) Right Ho, Jeeves&lt;br /&gt;40) Jeeves In the Offing&lt;br /&gt;45) Something Fresh&lt;br /&gt;46) Pigs Have Wings&lt;br /&gt;48) Mike and PSmith&lt;br /&gt;49) Leave it to PSmith&lt;br /&gt;50) Damsel In Distress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agatha Christie&lt;br /&gt;51) The Murder Of Roger Ackroyd&lt;br /&gt;52) Curtain:Poirots Last Case&lt;br /&gt;53) Murder on the Orient Express&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;54) David Copperfield&lt;br /&gt;55) Great Expectations&lt;br /&gt;56) Oliver Twist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Crichton&lt;br /&gt;57) Jurrasic Park&lt;br /&gt;58) The lost world&lt;br /&gt;60) Congo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario Puzo&lt;br /&gt;61) Godfather&lt;br /&gt;62) The Sicilian&lt;br /&gt;63) The Last Don&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frederick Forsythe&lt;br /&gt;64) The Day of the Jackal&lt;br /&gt;65) The Odessa Files&lt;br /&gt;66) The Negotiator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Ludlum&lt;br /&gt;67) The Bourne Trilogy&lt;br /&gt;68) The Matarese Trilogy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alistair Maclean&lt;br /&gt;69) HMS Ulysses&lt;br /&gt;70) Guns of Navarone&lt;br /&gt;71) Force 10 from navarone&lt;br /&gt;72) Bear Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Brown&lt;br /&gt;73) The Da Vinci Code&lt;br /&gt;74) Angels and Demons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Halperin&lt;br /&gt;75) The Truth machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian Caldwell and Dustin Thommasin&lt;br /&gt;76) The Rule of Four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Harris&lt;br /&gt;77) Silence of the lambs&lt;br /&gt;78) Hannibal&lt;br /&gt;79) Red Dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Irving&lt;br /&gt;80) The Cider House Rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Archer&lt;br /&gt;81) Kane and Abel&lt;br /&gt;82) Not a penny more,Not a penny less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidney Sheldon&lt;br /&gt;83) Bloodline&lt;br /&gt;84) The Naked face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric Segal&lt;br /&gt;85) Love Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Sparks&lt;br /&gt;86) The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;87) A walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian McEwan&lt;br /&gt;89) Atonement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;90) The Blind Assasin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn Waugh&lt;br /&gt;91) Brideshead Revisited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Grisham&lt;br /&gt;92) The Firm&lt;br /&gt;93) The Runaway Jury&lt;br /&gt;94) The Bleachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitav Ghosh&lt;br /&gt;95) The Hungry Tide&lt;br /&gt;96) The Glass Palace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shashi Tharoor&lt;br /&gt;97) The Great Indian Novel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;98) The collected stories of Roald Dahl(Complete)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edgar Allan Poe&lt;br /&gt;99) The Fall of the house of Usher&lt;br /&gt;100) The Cask of Amontillado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Clavell&lt;br /&gt;101) Shogun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.D.Salinger&lt;br /&gt;102) Catcher In the Rye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon Uris&lt;br /&gt;103) Exodus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;104) Animal Farm&lt;br /&gt;105) 1984&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;107) Brave New World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Burgess&lt;br /&gt;109)A clockwork Orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;110) 100 years of solitude&lt;br /&gt;111) Love in the time of cholera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milan Kundera&lt;br /&gt;112) The unbearable lightness of being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franz Kafka&lt;br /&gt;113) The Trial&lt;br /&gt;114) The diaries of Franz Kafka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayn Rand&lt;br /&gt;115) FountainHead&lt;br /&gt;116) Atlas Shrugged&lt;br /&gt;117) The Pickwick Papers and The Wisdom of teams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;118) "Barbarians at the gate" by Brian Burrough and John Helyar.&lt;br /&gt;119) The Argumentative Indian. 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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-24832469.post-116818879066308280</id><published>2007-01-07T20:43:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:53:10.730+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wave of losing bachelorhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-IN"&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-IN"&gt;Wave of losing bachelorhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-IN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-IN"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-IN"&gt; It is new wave, in the heart of the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, the change was visible to my naked eyes .. wait a minute I am not talking about skyscrapers of IT boom nor I am concerned with the infrastructure of the city. It is wave of losing bachelorhood – Bachelorhood of my buddies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&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: Arial;" lang="EN-IN"&gt;     Time changes people and change is for good – Is the change really good?.. I doubt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&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: Arial;" lang="EN-IN"&gt;        Last weekend I was in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; for some official work, luckily I got time to meet buddies from my college days. Saturday- I landed in the Bangalore at around 8 in the morning , I called up my event coordinator (Santhel) in Bangalore office , he directed me to the our Bangalore office . From cab window I can observe the infrastructure is better now, at least roads are better than Pune. From airport to office it took me less than thirty minutes .Office was having a deserted look, I reached reception and called Santhel once again, he told me that the event will start in half an hour. Meanwhile I gave a buzz to all my friends in the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and informed them that I am in the city and requested them to keep their diary free for the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; text-align: justify; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-IN"&gt;        I was here for a special recruitment drive, soon people started popping in and the work started to gain pace. The schedule was tight and I was continuously interviewing one after other. I started feeling hungry; I had a look on my cell it was around 2:15. We took a break for launch, Jay Kumar – head Symbian initiative &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, took me to one of the typical south Indian restaurant. As I was not in the mood to have spicy food, I had South Indian thali – it was beautifully served with Curd, Papad, Rice, Samber, Pickles, Gongura chatni, some veg (don't know the names),pulav and Mysore sweets.The food was&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;delicious,but I was not able to finish all the rice and stuff.I liked the sweets most, it melts in the mouth, Jayakumar told me it is made from only of sugar and ghee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; text-align: justify; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-IN"&gt;         While returning to office I got a call from one my colleague “Jassi” .She was waiting for me in the office. Jassi used to work with me in pune office, she was transferred to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; office .She is such a cute baby, it was really great to see her. Without wasting too much time I took her with me to the cabin where I was taking interviews.I got some help from her in the interviewing process. By 6:30 pm we were free from the day’s work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; text-align: justify; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-IN"&gt;         Jassi took me to the nearest mall – ‘Forum’ – It was very crowded -- crowded like rugs n rats. Somehow we managed to get in one of the restaurants we had some snacks and chatted for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; text-align: justify; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-IN"&gt;         In between I got call from the Nihar (my college buddy) we all planned to meet at Nihar's place .We had a brief look at shops in the mall and did some window shopping. Not to mention &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; crowd is cool, especially girls from other parts of the country. But nothing likes Pune babes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; text-align: justify; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-IN"&gt;          Jassi got call from her sis – she was on the way to pickup Jassi and Shashi (one of my college buddies) was on the way to pick me up to Nihar's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; text-align: justify; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-IN"&gt;         Jassi left with her sis and Shashi (Ckt) made me wait for a while, ultimately he showed up , we meet after a year – Circuit will remain ckt at least for this life.I will be happy if proved wrong .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; text-align: justify; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-IN"&gt;          In no time we reached Nihar's place - Here is the change – a very evident change. Nihar was looking good, he has put some weight but he always needed to put some. He got married in May, he introduced me to Rekha (Bhabhi  ji -- which she hates to be addressed as). It was first time I have meet spouse of any of my friends, it was a different feeling. The house was neat and tidy- very different from our hostel rooms. I was feeling proud for my friend, they have build their nest with lots of care and it was evident that every straw of this nest was bound by love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; text-align: justify; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-IN"&gt;          In some time we were joined by Das (the tension kid) and followed by the Kundu (the pocha ). Kundu was accompanied by his wife Diya. Diya is beautiful girl – with typical Bengali features. In short I will say Kundu is dam lucky to get such a life partner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&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: Arial;" lang="EN-IN"&gt;           Rekha served some sweets and fruits to us, and apparently I was the only person having it. We pulled leg of Das – the 'Tension kid' was worried for the helmet and violation of the traffic rules. We chatted for a while there, the discussion revolved round topics -- how other friends are,who is next get married, what is the right age to get married, how these married guys are feeling etc Then we all went out for dinner to near by restraint. The ambiance was great, bar was near and smoke mixed with the fumes of liquor was reminiscent of our college day’s SWAD .We ordered the food, in the mean time Reddy joined us for the dinner. There the discussion continued, I was thinking that I also need someone special to organize my life .The wave of loosing bachelorhood was so strong that I was finding myself intrigued by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&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: Arial;" lang="EN-IN"&gt;   After dinner we greeted each other and dispersed. On my way back to hotel room I visited Das's room ... a typical bachelor’s room. I reached my hotel room at 11:30   0’clock.       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&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: Arial;" lang="EN-IN"&gt;    Next day I was free by afternoon I called up Kundu and reached his place. I still remember the days when we used to drink till we drop – those sweet college days where we have tested every extreme of our selves – right from how much we can drink to how long we can dance to how much heat we can bear -- that is what gave us the fighting spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&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: Arial;" lang="EN-IN"&gt;          Kundu's place is complete home and not just a house, the crockery is neatly displayed in the showcase and all things covered in a homely manner. Diya served some ice cream; we all had some chat and watched Kundu's marriage video. The marriage was as usual full of the rituals and customs. Diya prepared some snacks – it was fabulous – the ingredient of love was making it rock (as it was been cooked more for kundu than for us – Hahahaha), I was feeling at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&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: Arial;" lang="EN-IN"&gt;      From Kundu's place I went to Brigade road with Shashi to meet my friend Dhaval and Reddy – Dhaval was with his wife Dhara, we went to one of the finest restaurants of the city –Ebony. It is open air restaurants on the thirteen floors; the view of the city was majestic. It was drizzling and that made the place awesome. We had some bear and then some more n more n more n .... And food after some bear always seems to be great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&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: Arial;" lang="EN-IN"&gt;        We greeted each other and dispersed. Next day early morning I board my fight back to Pune. I always used to say – One can either be happy or married but I found my friends 'happily married’. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&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: Arial;" lang="EN-IN"&gt;   On my way back to Pune I was thinking it’s not that bad a wave – Wave of losing bachelorhood. Its time to get swept by this WAVE.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&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: Arial;" lang="EN-IN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24832469-116818879066308280?l=veerajthaploo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veerajthaploo.blogspot.com/feeds/116818879066308280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24832469&amp;postID=116818879066308280' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24832469/posts/default/116818879066308280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24832469/posts/default/116818879066308280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veerajthaploo.blogspot.com/2007/01/wave-of-losing-bachelorhood.html' title='Wave of losing bachelorhood'/><author><name>Cool as always ....</name><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-24832469.post-116014180383425237</id><published>2006-10-06T19:33:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T17:43:21.356+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Serendipity -- A movie, A word, A feeling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Serendipity&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;em&gt;A movie, A word, A feeling&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this movie on one of my friend’s laptop. It is simply superb …&lt;br /&gt;I am irritated by the routine K series Hindi movies, which I usually find difficult to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A critic, a judge and a jury member - no I am none among these, so I am not imposing any judgment about movies.&lt;br /&gt;Its as simple as it sounds – liked a movie and thought of writing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per the Oxford dictionary ‘Serendipity’ literally means “&lt;em&gt;Good luck in making unexpected and fortunate discoveries&lt;/em&gt;”. Personally I don’t think that in romance one needs the good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a nice romantic movie that revolves around the two characters; one believes in serendipity and other has to rely on the mercy of the magic word ‘serendipity’ to work.&lt;br /&gt;The movie is knitted with series of fortunate accidents and is very well directed (as per my perception).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a mathematics student – Probability of getting back the note marked by you with out one’s conscious efforts is very low, but the probability of this event is never zero. Also the probability of two people picking the same number out of a set of hundred numbers is low -- but mind it - its never zero. On the other hand the probability of getting back a marked book after being sold to some unknown bookseller in the same town and putting the conscious effort to get the book increases but it can never be one. The whole movie revolves around such events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On contrary to the romantic movies it is more of a realistic movie, where belief is the key. One gets simply attracted to other person and has no choice but to live with it. Serendipity binds the two persons and their unconscious minds seek the other person they are attracted to. The two do all kind of stupid things to meet each other with out even knowing each other’s names and by destiny they meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only message from the movie is - pursue your passion; no matter what it is. I will use the word –’&lt;em&gt;jackass&lt;/em&gt;’ yeah - you need to be a ‘&lt;em&gt;jackass&lt;/em&gt;’ to purse your passion. No matter how stupid it seems to others, you need to be passionate for none other than your self. Passion drives one crazy but some times it is the craziness that is badly needed. To reach on the other end of the river you have to put efforts, the means of transport is irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel the touch of the movie watch it. For myself I have burnt a CD and will never mind sharing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24832469-116014180383425237?l=veerajthaploo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veerajthaploo.blogspot.com/feeds/116014180383425237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24832469&amp;postID=116014180383425237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24832469/posts/default/116014180383425237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24832469/posts/default/116014180383425237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veerajthaploo.blogspot.com/2006/10/serendipity-movie-word-feeling.html' title='Serendipity -- A movie, A word, A feeling.'/><author><name>Cool as always ....</name><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-24832469.post-115995294763528804</id><published>2006-10-04T15:09:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T18:18:53.026+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of True Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shaks007.blogspot.com/2006/03/definition-of-true-friendship.html"&gt;Shaks on the Move.............: Definition of True Friendship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24832469-115995294763528804?l=veerajthaploo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veerajthaploo.blogspot.com/feeds/115995294763528804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24832469&amp;postID=115995294763528804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24832469/posts/default/115995294763528804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24832469/posts/default/115995294763528804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veerajthaploo.blogspot.com/2006/10/definition-of-true-friendship.html' title='Definition of True Friendship'/><author><name>Cool as always ....</name><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-24832469.post-115994568817908965</id><published>2006-10-04T12:56:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T18:20:47.670+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adjustment is a Sin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adjustment is a Sin... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;-&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taken it the way it comes, Challenge it the way you want, Control it the way no one ever did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As my friend Shakun says&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adjustment is a Sin …A simple power statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very moment you adjust you comment a crime against your self. It is the worst kind of crime where the accused is the victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjustment starts from the time when one is a 3 year old innocent school child … and system loads him with a burden of “knowledge baggage” which weighs at least half his own weight. The innocent doesn’t know he has to carry the baggage for one third of life and that too to realize the dreams imposed on him by someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The education system of our country is not only governed badly but what makes it worst is the social expectations. The expectations are rigid and path you are forced to travel is narrow, you quite often bounce into the other rats like you, who are made to run the same race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah..I am talking about the Indian society where the ‘imposed aim’ of the newborn is to become a doctor Or an engineer Or at the most a CA.&lt;br /&gt;These are very good professions to choose but why does a mother of three years olds ask the question to his child in her so called social circle.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Beta tell us what you what to be?" … And the innocent answers - "Doctor / Engineer".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the innocent really know what he wants to be after 20 years? Does he understand it?&lt;br /&gt;Does he mean the answer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not against socialism nor do I say parents should not expect anything from their children. But yah I don’t believe in the system, which creates immense pressure on the every individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us not adjust our selves to this social system let us break these shackles and live the life the way we want, not imposing any expectations on any one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24832469-115994568817908965?l=veerajthaploo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veerajthaploo.blogspot.com/feeds/115994568817908965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24832469&amp;postID=115994568817908965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24832469/posts/default/115994568817908965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24832469/posts/default/115994568817908965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veerajthaploo.blogspot.com/2006/10/adjustment-is-sin.html' title='Adjustment is a Sin...'/><author><name>Cool as always ....</name><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-24832469.post-114364498366541399</id><published>2006-03-29T21:06:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T18:15:44.393+06:00</updated><title type='text'>My life - 'Sand in hand'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My life - &lt;em&gt;'Sand in hand' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;If we can recognize that change and uncertainty are basic principles, we can greet the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;future and the transformation we are undergoing with the understanding that we do not know enough to be pessimistic&lt;/em&gt; " --- Hazel Henderson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This quote explains the title best. Change is the most persistent thing and it’s change, which made me a blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&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/24832469-114364498366541399?l=veerajthaploo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veerajthaploo.blogspot.com/feeds/114364498366541399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24832469&amp;postID=114364498366541399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24832469/posts/default/114364498366541399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24832469/posts/default/114364498366541399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veerajthaploo.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-life-sand-in-hand.html' title='My life - &apos;Sand in hand&apos;'/><author><name>Cool as always ....</name><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></feed>
