<?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-9766731</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:51:19.318-08:00</updated><category term='BPO'/><category term='Economy'/><category term='India'/><title type='text'>Brain Sparks</title><subtitle type='html'>Just random thoughts about the subjects going around me. Sparks here and there and carries no theme and I shall try not to give any.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9766731.post-8405127138611051783</id><published>2009-07-20T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T05:12:37.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved to www.apurvashukla.com</title><content type='html'>Moved my blog to http://www.apurvashukla.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to see you people there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-8405127138611051783?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/8405127138611051783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=8405127138611051783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/8405127138611051783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/8405127138611051783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2009/07/moved-to-wwwapurvashuklacom.html' title='Moved to www.apurvashukla.com'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-3431587248658167406</id><published>2008-01-01T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T23:45:49.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whH6qaSE1Z8/R3sf-HZMPGI/AAAAAAAABeI/7HjbPXL4Wjc/s1600-h/DSC_6149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whH6qaSE1Z8/R3sf-HZMPGI/AAAAAAAABeI/7HjbPXL4Wjc/s320/DSC_6149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150745750825352290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have a wonderful and prosperous new year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo: Tiger Preservation float from &lt;a href="http://www.tournamentofroses.com/roseparade/"&gt;Tournament of Roses 2008)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete album updated &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/apurva.shukla/TournamentOfRoses"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-3431587248658167406?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/3431587248658167406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=3431587248658167406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/3431587248658167406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/3431587248658167406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-2008-have-wonderful-and.html' title='Happy 2008'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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/_whH6qaSE1Z8/R3sf-HZMPGI/AAAAAAAABeI/7HjbPXL4Wjc/s72-c/DSC_6149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9766731.post-1165423326679210481</id><published>2007-04-10T20:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:56:48.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speculating of Men and Women on Pluto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Not very long back Anshul went on to write a blog on what love is. I think I commented there something that I might have thought and perhaps that should not my area of expertise. What I should talk based on the current scenario is, an external view of the love world and its idiosyncrasy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;It is not a "find if you're in love" guide that I am presenting, rather its about what the people in love never seem to notice. They get into a different world and loose the idea that the rest of the world is still going as normal and perhaps spinning at the same speed. Its a small sweet world which envelops them that is really a treat, awe and a lot of other feelings for the distant viewers like me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;I don't know how many examples I can write down here for the reason of maintaining anonymity of the people who are inspiration for this post but there are plenty in my mind which make me think ke "&lt;span style='font-style: italic;'&gt;ki aasmaan phat jaye aur mujhe nigal le&lt;/span&gt;". All private talks spill over to the people around are basically the talks, directly from a Hindi movies. The oft repeated, "I noticed ki tumko ye xyz pasand hai", "mere liye kar do na" and "itna bhi nahin kar sakte" in an infinite loop make me feel ke "&lt;span style='font-style: italic;'&gt;bhaiya kar de nahin to ye drama nahin dekha jayega&lt;/span&gt;". Mostly the girls adapt the movie lines etc quite quickly and guy shall be spotted saying "&lt;span style='font-style: italic;'&gt;woh bahut seedhi aur innocent hai&lt;/span&gt;" within a week or next time he drinks, whichever comes first. Someone said of love that its a feeling in which you appreciate someone more than yourself you bet you can make it from the ode's that you hear from them about each other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Other less amusing things are the habits that change. I cannot think of better examples but&amp;amp;nbsp; talking for 5 hours in a toilet is definitely not a hygienic habit if not for the length and the timing of the talk (till morning 6 am). Taking out the mobile in middle of a discussion and type like a typewriter on the keypad and come back to the discussion with "&lt;span style='font-style: italic;'&gt;Kya bol rahe the tum&lt;/span&gt;?".&amp;amp;nbsp; Recently I heard that a girl prepared 5 songs to sing for the boyfriends birthday.(I have no comments to this gesture of love)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Khair all is good but I personally feel that the couples generally get into an unexplainable aura which totally ignores the way they themselves were living earlier. Yes I can hear "&lt;span style='font-style: italic;'&gt;jab tumhari baari aayegi...&lt;/span&gt; " and all that. Hope I would understand the plight of those singles around too.&lt;span style='font-style: italic;'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Men may be from Mars and Women from Venus but when they meet they must be roaming on pluto, of which we hardly know of.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-1165423326679210481?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/1165423326679210481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=1165423326679210481' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/1165423326679210481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/1165423326679210481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2007/04/speculating-of-men-and-women-on-pluto.html' title='Speculating of Men and Women on Pluto'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-4106531919159123771</id><published>2007-03-27T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T00:14:09.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the heck so much</title><content type='html'>She hurries down the stairs without noticing anyone around her while everyone around is not taking their eyes off. After a while I see the stairs and I again catch her coming down the stairs. Lucky chance haan? Well!! I come to know is that she's been doing this for past 15 mins at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one is doing chin ups and the instructor is pushing her for more and she happily obliges. While I am just recovering from the nausea of my previous exercise in which I lied about doing half of the repetitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not talking of one single girl whom I am admiring but its like every girl in the whole gym is absolutely fit to be wasting time in so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What annoys me the most is that when I am ready to pass away after running for some time the girl beside me on the treadmill goes on to increase her running speed and she has been running there 10 mins before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the heck do these perfectly all right girls come to the gym and exercise so much? Most of the girls have instructors even though it costs you an arm and a leg to get a full time instructor. At their body shape, I bet she knows every exercise there is in this world to keep her in that shape. I could have bought the argument that since they come to gym they are so healthy but just a look around the gym shows you that 70% of the guys are overweight. They also come to the gym right? Either most of us realize it too late and come to gym or most of them are just for the eye candies. For girls then, god knows what drives them nuts to doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technorati Tags: Fitness, Humour, Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-4106531919159123771?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/4106531919159123771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=4106531919159123771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/4106531919159123771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/4106531919159123771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-heck-so-much.html' title='Why the heck so much'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-5296599841600796480</id><published>2007-03-23T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T18:43:23.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will cricket become hockey?</title><content type='html'>What I am going to write here might just be a consequence of a feeling of utter wastage of time, money and mockery of the attachment shown towards the Indian cricket team. Its a feeling which wont go away without venting. There will be a  zillion bloggers/news channels and natthus who would analyze the match, split its guts apart and take different sides but I just have one piece of advise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg Chappel, with immediate effect, keep security guards.&lt;br /&gt;Dhoni and others from UP and Bihar should apply for home loans already.&lt;br /&gt;Most blatant, Sachin should consider retirement as an option&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know PJ would have happily surrendered to beating of Suppi and Anshul had India won but I am sure he is much worse with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the optimists who are thinking there is a chance that Bermuda beats Bangladesh, its near impossible unless our Indian players apply immigration to Bermuda and play from there side against Bangladesh. Still not an easy task as history has told us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Update&lt;br /&gt;What would have happened if Bermuda was not there in our group and we had some other moderate team?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While checking the stats, some interesting things for the world cup 2007 stats till now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 scorers till now.&lt;br /&gt;Sehwaag and Ganguly figure out at number 4 and 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Ducks&lt;br /&gt;Dhoni comes a dashing 2nd with many Indian names and obviously Sachin in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top scores&lt;br /&gt;India tops the list of all times in world cup here and that's what makes me think, what if Bermuda was not there to play with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-5296599841600796480?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/5296599841600796480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=5296599841600796480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/5296599841600796480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/5296599841600796480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2007/03/will-cricket-become-hockey.html' title='Will cricket become hockey?'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-1884693163090236041</id><published>2006-12-16T20:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T20:34:00.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Economy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BPO'/><title type='text'>A few bad apples spoil the bunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I had an irritating incident with one of our own call centers who started giving call to my cell phone some 2 months ago. The telemarketing offer was for Indian channel subscription which I had refused bluntly, in the first call I got as it required 12 month contract and a down payment. I clearly told I won’t be here for long so it’s not possible for me. It was not the usual blunt “no, I don’t want to hear anything more” which you get used to because of many stupid things being sold by telemarketing. I was sort of looking for getting a subscription and so at least I listened, asked a few questions and had to say a no. Also since this was from a renowned &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;US &lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;channel provider I was not too worried either. Now if the call center person senses the slightest inclination, you’re bombarded with all the marketing tricks in his/her sleeve. So I got another call next week and then the week after with the things getting more irritating with talks like “Arre apni wife ki hi sochiye woh to bore ho jaati hongi”, I said I don’t have a wife, “Accha aapki girlfriend ke liye hi le lijiye”. I was ready to stretch my hand and take scale blows for not having girlfriend than listening to this crap. And these quoted sentences were exactly like that and in Hindi. I could guess the lady there was Indian from the accent and she finally broke it anyhow. Finally after few calls she said “I shall confirm with my manager” and came back that I could have it my way.Now the story went worse from there when I saw that my account was deducted for an amount no where in the calculation told to me. In fact it was 10 times the monthly payment. I called up angrily and amidst lots of sorry, apologies, “I actually did not know that there was such a clause”, “Aapko ye paise 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; month ke end pe mil jayenge” and what not, what I finally could get is that “We are outsourced to get customers but we cannot handle&lt;br /&gt;customer complaints and you’ve to call up the channel provider directly”. This call center was given a target to sell hook or by crook. My experience with the direct call center of the channel was pretty smooth. They confirmed that there was no way someone could waive off the contract and hence the amount was deducted and they said if you’re not ok we would refund you the money and apologized for whatever happened. I was so mad that I left a complaint too and&lt;br /&gt;they apologetically accepted that it was a third party seller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This incident made me think of what kind of image we are developing where &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s&lt;br /&gt;one of the largest market lies. A call center executive, who doesn’t even know the facts of the thing they are selling, is sure harm to their company more than the harm done to the customer. If it was in US the company CEO would be seeing shutdown in the few years of its inception. Anger directed at call centers which are mismanaged is already raging and these kinds of incidents leave people even more skeptical if their call is being handled by &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Look at &lt;a href="http://www.balendu.com/bpo_article.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article which lists down what kinds of frauds have tarnished the image of the Indian BPO. I think the problem lies with the new small players taking the plunge lured by the pie they could cut out of this boom. These don't even have proper means to hire good talent and that is if at all any sane head thinks of applying there. Employee retention is becoming a problem for the biggest back office players and so these small companies must be grappling with shorter training times and then losing those trained to these biggies. All this must be ending up in a fresher out of a college in Delhi time passing in a nukkad ka call centre for 2 months to make quick bucks to spend it all in Ruby Tuesday when he shifts to the big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now all this can be a one off incident and does not invite any analysis and Who knows the second call I made would have been from a very well accent trained Indian who handled my call well. Well that's what I am saying, a few small companies might spoil the whole impression. I think there is a need for consolidation in this sector to the extent that a few big companies handle it in a much better way. Maturing at this youth/middle age might go a long way in keeping the growth this sector is witnessing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-1884693163090236041?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/1884693163090236041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=1884693163090236041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/1884693163090236041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/1884693163090236041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/12/few-bad-apples-spoil-bunch.html' title='A few bad apples spoil the bunch'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-116222524684082050</id><published>2006-11-18T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T01:12:25.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The customary car photo</title><content type='html'>One thing everyone from India will have on his/her orkut profile is the famous car photographs. Rented cars, bought cars or any damn car. Whatever it might be but its a similar feeling (if not the same) that you used to get when you bought your first car in India. Such an occasion would happen in a middle class Indian family when the kids are almost out of the college or the daughter is married or time when the money does not have any specific aim. Here in US you get well earlier than you would have thought. Mostly because the first time you come to US where you have to have a car (Except for a few cities that I have not seen). When god gave legs to the rest of the world, he gave cars to the US citizens. I could have posted the links to a few samples but due to sheer volume and anonymity, I'd leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;Well since I am talking of cars, another thing that annoys me is that here bike is a far better difficult to obtain and ride as compared to car. Some times I even feel like asking my bike from India and ride it to office. One: It is very time effective as you can sneak in between lanes. Two: Its stylish, perhaps like what the car is in India. Three: I guess my unicorn would be far more fuel efficient than any of the bikes these people run here. Well the only question left is how would it do at 120 kmph everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/AlbumZoom.aspx?uid=8836610216195379249&amp;amp;pid=6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-116222524684082050?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/116222524684082050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=116222524684082050' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/116222524684082050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/116222524684082050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/11/customary-car-photo.html' title='The customary car photo'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-115496905355498725</id><published>2006-08-06T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T17:14:34.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most guilty period</title><content type='html'>The most guilty period of the week is Sunday evening. You get up from sleeping 3 hours in the afternoon and then count what all you had planned for the weekend and what all you've ended up doing. Its a gone chance, the next hectic week is staring at you. What all you'd have to do extra to cover up for things that related to office, what all things on personal front shall have to wait one more weekend. Then you get up, wash your face and call a friend who'd be doing the same thing. Things do improve a bit after that, collective guilt is consoling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have a good feeling about during this weekend is watching Omkara. Its a movie worth watching. People who would be able to relate to western UP (I belong to East UP but have done college in West) will enjoy the language more. I haven't read Othello, but to those who are going to see the movie, let me warn you its a tragic story, someone told me the most tragic play of Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the songs I've become like one of the truck drivers of UP who listen to songs like 'beedi jalaile' and 'Namak isk ka'. These songs are good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-115496905355498725?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/115496905355498725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/115496905355498725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/08/most-guilty-period.html' title='Most guilty period'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9766731.post-115481554952741551</id><published>2006-08-06T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T15:10:51.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity crisis</title><content type='html'>Well I don't know whether I've been made out of a all so common Indian mould or that I change shapes to look similar to people. Nothing that I've been able to give scientific explanation to (Engineers are supposed to give scientific explanation only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recurrence of it makes me laugh and pained at time (you'll come to know later when) but its consoling to know that I am not the only party to be faced with this situation. There are always two party involved in the confusion right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also it does not start from the near past, this is since the days of my childhood. My younger &lt;a href="http://manaswishukla.blogspot.com/"&gt;bro&lt;/a&gt; who's just about 2 years younger to me started looking very similar to me by the time I was 10 and since then hardly things changed. We used to wear the same set of clothes (tons of savings for parents). Built, face cut, voice is distinctly different for me but must be same for others as its not one who got confused. One of the incident was when I went to my brother's parent teacher meetings with mom and met his English teacher. Here is how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: What's the report on Manaswi, does he study, does he (all mom concerns)&lt;br /&gt;Teacher (Staring with 'bastard I kill you' looks towards me): When do you study English.&lt;br /&gt;And I was : Abe!! I study English, don't study English or study Hebrew, who are you to ask me. I am not at my school and you have no damn right to ask this question. Obviously this was in my brain only and somehow me and my English teachers (English language too) don't go very well. Having been through it many times I said perhaps you're getting confused with my brother, me and mom both got the sentiment she was conveying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time a friend of mine who I met in one of the crowded coachings I used to go turned up at my home when I was not there. He met my brother and without introduction started over on pehchaana!!! And I can imagine how fun it would have been. He said yaar coaching main mile the, arre Gaurav!!!!!! and still he would have been turned down. Finally my bro had to suggest if he was looking for me :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are numerous such incidents, surprisingly I haven't found any twins nor any similar looking people for me to be confused thus. Ok now the next mishtake used to happen with &lt;a href="http://www.anshulseth.com"&gt;Anshul &lt;/a&gt;and me. Anshul and I joined Jaipuria in 1993. Don't know how we looked similar (Main kahan itna smart aur woh kahan :)) but still people used to get confused. Once I had asked an English teacher for my workbook she had lost and so she said she'd give me a new one. So I was waiting for her to give it and had asked me to remind it. One fine day when I reminded her she turned back and said. Now you want a workbook? I don't have anymore. It was kind of rude, and remember me and English teachers never went well and so I did not bother to argue. Cursed these English blabbering teachers who never keep their word and left it. One fine day Anshul tells me about a workbook that was gifted to him by that teacher. Then it clicked, that she gave it to him thinking it was me. I know Anshul should not have taken it but he could not help resisting free stuff :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At college things went worse, rather tragic. I gave an exam and was coming out of the examination hall. One of the last person to leave and when I was at the door almost a girl shouted "Apurva" and I stopped, looked back at the girl. Incidentally the girl was looking in slightly different angle and rushing that way(For a second I thought dhirri hai). What turned out as she shouted again that she was going for Anshul and shouting my name. Well even though angered by the wrong usage, I did not intervene in the private time of the two people to clarify who was who, guess Anshul would have done that. The scores were leveled recently when, the thing that prompts me to write this post, a girl wrote on my scrap book asking how are you "Anshul"? Interestingly you have photos there, loads of profile crap and still people can get confused. Using Aps instead of Apurva should not confuse I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that these lessons are made very clear to my future wife if any. I guess keeping a password between us should not hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-115481554952741551?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/115481554952741551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=115481554952741551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/115481554952741551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/115481554952741551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/08/identity-crisis.html' title='Identity crisis'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-115364750114515901</id><published>2006-07-23T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T02:38:21.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song on top of my list</title><content type='html'>There are always some songs which get on top of my head first and those that I have to get somehow and listen. So the latest song which I accidentally heard and then had to find out and download was Euphoria's "Bhoola Tumhe".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spies around me will somehow find lots of reasons to point out that I was contemplating on something to be appreciating this song but seriously this song deserves a hearing and that too repeated a few times over. Lyrics are simple and perhaps the whole songs is just 6 lines but the music is awesome. One of the usual experiments of what Euphoria calls as Hind Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will just leave you with the lyrics as pointers to where to download from would be illegal :). Morover I know, those that want it, can get it anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Bhoola Sab"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Na na na...(4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bhula sab, Bhula tumhe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sach tha ya koi sapna, bhool gaya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Neend main keh ke apna, bhool gaya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yaad hai sab haan, jo bhi hua na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hua hai jo, sab kuch main woh, bhool gaya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ab nahin tere geet, ab nahin tu mera meet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bhula sab, bhula jahan, bhula tumhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ab nahin ??? raat, ab na hogi taaro se baat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bhula sab, bhula jahan, bhula tumhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sham ka karke waada, bhool gaya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yaad hai kuch kuch zyada, bhool gaya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Aaine main jo, dekha tha tujhko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Maine kaha, ye bhi main haan, bhool gaya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ab nahin tera zeher, ab nahin mujhe koi darr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bhula sab, bhoola jahan, bhoola tumhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ab nahin ??? raat,Ab na hogi woh pyari baat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bhula sab, bhoola jahan, bhoola tumhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jo tere saath guzaare the, woh lamhe sach much pyare the,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Lekin woh itne saare the, yaad rakhna bolo aakhir unme kis kis ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bhulana tha aasan, bhula unhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bhula sab, bhoola jahan, bhoola tumhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bhula dhun, Bhule geet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ab nahin tere geet, ab nahin tu mera meet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bhula sab, bhoola jahan, bhoola tumhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ab nahin tera zeher, ab nahin mujhe koi dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bhula sab, bhoola jahan, bhoola tumhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics seem incomplete (Some question marks left) but this is what I could get off the net. I think hardly anyone has noticed this song. We'll have to wait till they are released on the official website of Euphoria. As some site I was looking also pointed out, they even have their &lt;a href="http://www.dhoom.com/songs.htm"&gt;songs&lt;/a&gt; mp3 for download on their own site which lets you download without bugging registrations. I like the free spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Euphoria" rel="tag"&gt;Euphoria&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Music" rel="tag"&gt;Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-115364750114515901?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/115364750114515901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=115364750114515901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/115364750114515901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/115364750114515901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/07/song-on-top-of-my-list.html' title='Song on top of my list'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-115328933794871499</id><published>2006-07-18T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:21:54.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Metro?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/163929055_b3541a8a36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/163929055_b3541a8a36.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hot sun, staring at me, wakes me up as if its trying to lift my eyelids up and poke a finger in my eyes. There is hot dust around me and I am not on my bed, I am at the changeover bus stop called peck road, waiting for my next connecting bus to office. Worst of all I am as sleepy as one is when he  just puts the tooth brush in his mouth in the morning. The bus stop!! Is just one pole which reads the bus number (interestingly not even the stop name). Its difficult to feel this harsh on the morning Sun unless one sees it for himself, how hot or pinching is morning 7:30 Sun in dry California. The 35 mins in the first bus used to be so sleepy that it was almost as if being thrown out of the bus while you were sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to see this advertisement daily in the bus which said, "Free yourself, go metro". Well! Irony has never been fun at such times but some times I used to analyze what freedom one would get if he chose metro. Here's what I could get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all metro wasn't a choice, I had to choose it because that was the only means to my office. I think in my most previous sojourns also I never made a choice for public transport. Public transport generally is not a choice by conventional wisdom, choosing a luxurious transport is rather. Well for here, its a little opposite. I researched the LA area metro pamphlets, website, maps and understood the value of the shortest path algorithm finally. Not that it could have solved any problem if I had studied it properly, only thing is that considering all the options in this world from my home to office there was only one way by changing a bus in between, both run by different companies, both honoring different monthly passes and most helpfully, different offical times and late timings. So very often my ~1 hour travel time used to translate into ~1 hour 40 mins: courtesy late/missing buses. Also the frequency of the office hours buses is 30 mins (and very intelligently these buses keep to their 30 mins frequency even when there would be no one using them whole day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to the traveler, who has become wise and become free I would suggest to get a backpack and keep the following stuff at all times of travel: Food (muffins/fruits), an umbrella for these 40 mins wait in the sun, something to read if you can do that in the sun and headphones to avoid distraction from other free spooky travelers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wisdom says, gas prices have gone up, freeways are choked etc and one should use metro only. I would say please go ahead and tell me when you see one wise or free man traveling with you. As for me it was none less than a freedom struggle to free myself from this metro!! For me the campaign always used to read "Go metro? Free yourself (rather)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-115328933794871499?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/115328933794871499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=115328933794871499' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/115328933794871499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/115328933794871499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/07/go-metro.html' title='Go Metro?'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-115285591166990185</id><published>2006-07-13T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:01:07.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zidane vs Materazzi</title><content type='html'>&lt;table xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="autoplay=true" id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=4454423686791361608" style="width: 300px; height: 243px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;It must have been a difficult decision to ruin one's career ending moment. Tolerate or get a red card. He has now even gone and apologized to the children of France who might feel ashamed of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its better to be right than to be courteous and safe. This video might have been made by zidane lovers and in football it might also not be that tough to show any player a villian considering the physical game it becomes at times. But even without that one could judge that materazzi must have asked for it and got what he deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only message to Zidane: Arre khopche main le ke kharcha paani dena tha, faaltu main itna publicity liya.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-115285591166990185?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/115285591166990185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=115285591166990185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/115285591166990185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/115285591166990185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/07/zidane-vs-materazzi.html' title='Zidane vs Materazzi'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-115276852639606562</id><published>2006-07-12T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T22:30:55.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are Indians not unanimous?</title><content type='html'>As Americans are waking up to the fact that India too has terrorism problems I had a discussion with an inquisitive American on the recent Mumbai blasts. Well every meeting I went to today had people questioning me on how are Indians taking it. I guess if it was America, atleast a dozen Pakistani cities would have been bombed by the time they saw the morning. Well, I had to explain them, its India and we've been facing this kind of things since two decades if not more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The discussion went on long with my Indian colleagues pouring in their own ideas. We kind of flooded them with loads of data each one had but what he had to say was that in his talks with many Indians what he figures out is that Indians have lots of conflicting ideas or thoughts about any thing. Leave that what data he gets to hear from all of us is mostly different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that I think he was not all that wrong. At the same time each channel in India gives different number of blasts, different death toll and we are kind of used to that as we know anyhow the figures are more grim and plus or minus one anyhow does not make any difference. Truth about this, what I understand, is that truly we Indians are first of all not at all politics people. We generally don't care about politics of the country, 50% don't even vote and as the latest example we see here is that most Mumbaikars would be leading a normal life without even forcing their government to apologize for the security lapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while all these things happen, at one of the million chai shops in UP we would be discussing gossips about India/Pakistan/Kashmir/Bollywood and what not without even caring of its accuracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's India&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-115276852639606562?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/115276852639606562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=115276852639606562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/115276852639606562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/115276852639606562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/07/are-indians-not-unanimous.html' title='Are Indians not unanimous?'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-115276329463719735</id><published>2006-07-12T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T21:04:53.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinatile??</title><content type='html'>Being an Indian with not many options for lunch, most of the lunches happen at burger joints like McDonald's or burger king. Don't get me wrong, I am not a vegetarian but somehow my office is in a peculiarly Chinese neighborhood where experimenting can be fatal. I have tried a couple of times things that I had never tried before. Last time I had lunch at such a Chinese/Vietnamese/Japanese joint, the soup bowl was similar to a living pond from which you could fish out living thing possible. It had clams, shrimps, fish, crabs and some of the things I hardly remember name of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to Burger joints or similar fast food joints, they have a peculiar process defined even for asking question. That's gone so standard that some day some chimpanzees could be trained to take orders. Well its something not new to me but today's incident opened my eyes a little more. I was off to Burger King and ordered a menu number x with coke and medium fries (I tend to tell whatever they want to avoid time wastage). But the conversation doesn't stop here, she asks me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tinatile" (she was a Chinese I guess),&lt;br /&gt;I said "What!!"&lt;br /&gt;"tinatile"&lt;br /&gt;I again "What!!!!!!" (With all my ears focusing only on this one word in English)&lt;br /&gt;"tinatile" (what the heck, C'mon if someone is not understanding a sentence their process should have a clause to re-phrase it with some different words but no!!)&lt;br /&gt;I said "I just want this and nothing else."&lt;br /&gt;Well that was the golden answer and then I understood what she was asking was "Anything Else?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last part of the process I kind of guessed rather than  making out the Chinese accent.&lt;br /&gt;"For here or to go?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this process memorized for all the major joints I think people should be able to answer them in any part of the world. Ask the same questions in Mandarin and I'll shoot the answers now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem would be solved but I just wonder how these people's reflexes in real life be. Guess if the boy friend asked her for a kiss, I bet the answer would be Medium or large? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-115276329463719735?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/115276329463719735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=115276329463719735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/115276329463719735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/115276329463719735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/07/tinatile.html' title='Tinatile??'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-115266763308781473</id><published>2006-07-11T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T18:38:33.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombay's Boom</title><content type='html'>A recent issue of &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/0,9263,7601060626,00.html"&gt;Time&lt;/a&gt; which I happened to see on the stalls and picked up had this cover story on India Inc. and Bombay's Boom. Little did I know that Bombay's Boom would give a sad connotation. Anyone who has to prove anything tries to raise a havoc on the city which takes it in its stride over and over again. Its the people who keep rising back to normal over and over again but I hardly see a difference created by the people who should be responsible for safety, comfort and development of the Mumbaikars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree we in India don't have the most complying or disciplined citizens of the world, but still people can do things to a limit. They can unite in times of calamity or they can stay calm without making much panic but what do the authorities do? Just do repair work when something rips off Mumbai? I think they need to get their act together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Time issue was both amusing and surprising. Amusing because most of it was "What is India?" kind of&lt;br /&gt;article. These people are still trying to discover India and the&lt;br /&gt;shockingly surprising things were the facts mentioned. There was a lot&lt;br /&gt;of focus on Mumbai. Some of the facts like the number of people who die&lt;br /&gt;annually in local trains runs into several hundreds. Its shocking even&lt;br /&gt;to an Indian to know these figures. Here's what the &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/archive/preview/0,10987,1205390,00.html"&gt;article &lt;/a&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As a result, passenger groups say, an astonishing 3,500 travelers die every year on the tracks, hundreds simply falling from the trains.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this happening in any developed country. They would get on a war alert and in India it is something many would not even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well considering we know so much that goes wrong in Mumbai, why do the authorities sleep is something I can't digest. If you know the railway system can't support so many people think of some alternatives. At the least advertise things like what hours should be avoided so that the local trains don't get over crowded, perhaps enforce rules for safety, arrange more trains, have more technology help etc. etc.. I don't know what not but I doubt there is any serious thinking process going on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well!! Finally I hope those in Bombay are able to come over all this yet another time while the government would sleep a few years over it's post analysis.&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/India" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-115266763308781473?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/115266763308781473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=115266763308781473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/115266763308781473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/115266763308781473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/07/bombays-boom_12.html' title='Bombay&apos;s Boom'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-115095688973536324</id><published>2006-06-29T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T17:43:16.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google can turn into punjab kesri</title><content type='html'>Sometime back I had registered for customized news and from then onwards google kept throwing punjab kesri type news of Rakhi Sawant being kissed by Mika. Ok I agree its my fault that I read that news the first time but once in a while a person will tumble over masala news and read it. And as you do that, google will track that news for you. So every time you open news that rakhi sawant update would be staring at your face tempting you to see if there has been any movement in that. Who knows some channel released the photo/video in an attempt to condemn it :). Along with that Google will start getting more crap now from Bollywood to fill your personal section too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving what google does aside, I am totally abreast with the rakhi sawant case now. If you ask me which side I am. Frankly I don't have very high opinion for both of them so the least I appreciate them, the better. They both could have been wrong, Rakhi could have been playing a publicity stunt or even mika would have been at fault of being indecent as he looks in most of his videos. Remember his first video "sawan main lag gayi aag"? I think Gulshan Grover was hired just to leave no confusion who was the villain and who should the heroine avoid. Strange thing about this episode to my senses: National Commission for Women got involved in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-115095688973536324?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/115095688973536324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=115095688973536324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/115095688973536324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/115095688973536324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/06/google-can-turn-into-punjab-kesri.html' title='Google can turn into punjab kesri'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-115066453719756726</id><published>2006-06-18T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T14:07:55.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corruption debate</title><content type='html'>In a recent discussion with my boss over corruption in India, we came up with some interesting points that I thought of jotting down here. I don't think these are something which has never been thought about but I don't see much talk about them either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its common to see the way things work here abroad and laugh about the inefficiencies that are there in India due to corruption. I think its right also, unless you see the difference, appreciate the positives and condemn the wrong, you are never starting on the way to make changes. There's no doubt that things in Indian government institutions that deal directly with the common public are the ones that are the hotbed of the corruption machinery. So broadly speaking what are the causes of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less salaries in Indian public sector. It makes me wonder sometimes how Subir Raha must be getting than his counterpart CEOs. Might be one tenth or lesser. I don't mean he will go corrupt because of not being able to manage in a 20-30 Lakhs p.a. but consider when the same ratio translates to the babu types jobs. I don't know what they get but from what I constantly hear, their salaries are sub 5000 for many. I wont comment its less or more because anyhow there's no limit on more anywhere. But in comparison to what he is offered in bribes, the things that he deals in generally translate into more than 10x times his salary. Which is a great motivator to take the plunge.  There would be a great mass who wont take the effort of killing his conscience if his basic needs are satisfied and he gets the respect in the society but at 5K types salary that's not what one can expect. So these rock bottom salaries are one big motivator for the corrupt. Consider Indians pay 21,068 crores as bribes per year anyhow that amount of money is flowing as black money. I think there are many people who feel that instead of charging me 50Rs for a driving license better charge me 500Rs and save me the pain of paying 6 babus 50 rs each and having lesser respect for my own country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you think over the above argument, a person who reaches higher posts and starts earning something which other people in industry get then also he does not stop being corrupt. The reason being, its like once corrupt, always corrupt. Its like yaar ek baar aur sahi, phir nahin karoonga. So once you are into this cycle, there's no ending, how much ever you earn or store or stash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society is one more reason. We as Indians keep forming groups and generally recognize ourselves as part of a group only. There are no rights and wrong, we are quite comfortable in convincing ourselves about the aims of the group and follow them as gospel truth. consider a fresher joining a department of xyz revenue collection and distribution. That fresher first identifies himself with the seniors who eat truck loads of notes, then their lesser ones who service them and get some suitcases for their families and it would be in such good harmony that he would also fall in love of the concept and start doing the same stuff. We hardly have rebels, individuals who are ready to challenge the established. We just flow with the things. So my hypothesis is that India in the next generation is going to be a rage without any stopping. You'll see an honest, un-corrupt country. That's because I see a lot many un-corrupt, satisfied people than I used to see in the generation of my uncles, father's friends etc etc who I know are working in sarkari company and making black money and yet being good individuals in their personal lives. The day this percentage decreases and percentage of people who are honest goes high, we'll have followers who will do the same. So I guess its going to be an exponential growth in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the matter is about conversion. I think India should reduce the number of converts by taking appropriate measures. A good salary to match other industry standards is one first step. In countries that I visit these public services either get more or equally paid than other similar professions. People do live in the same society and then feel part of it. They have incentive to be non-corrupt. Awareness can be improved first by stressing more about these issues in School, increase penalty of being corrupt and setting examples of honest people. I think these are little abstract but I think its happening slowly. I admire the way the new industries in India have taken these things very seriously and have their own excellence in executing these stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India is currently placed at 88th rank among 159 nations according to a &lt;a href="http://in.rediff.com/money/2005/oct/18india.htm"&gt;report&lt;/a&gt; by Transparency International. Consider India is the 4rth largest economy of the world (considering Purchasing Power Parity (PPP)) and the second fastest major economy of the world and if corruption does not fall then its difficult to imagine any further growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of all my fundas I will leave with a very good report(&lt;a href="http://www.cmsindia.org/cms/events/corruption.pdf"&gt;Transparency International India&lt;/a&gt;) of Indian corruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Corruption" rel="tag"&gt;Corruption&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Economy" rel="tag"&gt;Economy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-115066453719756726?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/115066453719756726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=115066453719756726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/115066453719756726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/115066453719756726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/06/corruption-debate.html' title='Corruption debate'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114948857357981229</id><published>2006-06-04T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T23:23:49.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner of this weekend: Gangster</title><content type='html'>Well pardon me for yet another movie review. But I'll try not to break any suspense and hence just say that Gangster is a good movie to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kinds (new cast and not so advertised) movies get ignored. I also have an habit of not watching movies without any reviews. I can't say I had not heard a good review about gangster but still I avoid movies where I don't know any artist to atleast have some credibility to it somehow had been avoiding any Imran Hashmi movies. Just because he had become stereotyped for serial kisser and had been in a dozen such movies requiring cerebral usage of less than .01 %&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_ContentPlaceHolderHeader_ContentPlaceHolderFooter_ContentPlaceHolderBody_lblReviewContent"&gt;Kangna, the heroine is simply gorgeous. Delicate looking and hmm.. ;). Songs are good, almost all and the movie is edited in a nice style and suspense is presented well. Those who have not watched, do that over other movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Gangster" rel="tag"&gt;Gangster&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Movies" rel="tag"&gt;Movies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114948857357981229?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114948857357981229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114948857357981229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114948857357981229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114948857357981229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/06/winner-of-this-weekend-gangster.html' title='Winner of this weekend: Gangster'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114944818843617676</id><published>2006-06-04T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T15:06:23.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is movie se dimag fanaa ho jaye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well I was not at all thinking of writing any reviews about Fanaa. Many have already written pages on it and it does not make sense to write a movie which is generally dubbed by people as not making up to the marks. Atleast that's what the image I could get from the reviews that I have read. But now that I have seen the movie, I was provoked to write a review to save millions who read this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had less expectations from the review but the movie disappointed after that also. The initial phase of shayari and the instant maggie 2 minutes falling in love is one of the most hilarious part of the movie. What could easily have been termed as roadside romeogiri is depicted as the best form of wooing. (Low level has gone to the level of hardware perhaps). A guide giving flying kisses to girls in the bus, girls appreciating it looked all like axe land story to me. I digest it all saying that my competency in love matters is nothing that I should be proud of and also that I am watching a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the movie progresses with such huge negligence of the public common sense that I lost track of what all was going wrong. Amir enters army after killing someone who is never traced by his wife also for 2 months and of course landing in army location where no one, yes no one knew you after the mission also must be easy. Farhaan beats the Indian army in Mithun da ishtyle after jumping from the helicopter and a whole battalion (mind you with a helicopter and motorized sledges) cannot get hold of a person on snowboard. Well I digest all that considering that mithun da did it some 20 years ago and so today's heros must be little advanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well movie becomes a little sane after all this only with little irritating overuse of the dialogues like "Farhaan jitna aapse pyaar karta hai.." and  "Har kaam akele nahin hota hai".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall then the movie tries not to disappoint more than it has already done till now. You start ignoring things like that what a girl would do when she sees her father's dead body. Run to get some help, panic or just wait casually for her husband to be back. Finding Farhaan's location from the radio is not possible but when Zuni does a radio her location is all known by itself. The intelligence people discuss as if they are sitting on some UP ki chai ki dukaan. Coz the confidence with which they discuss complex politics to extreme science puts any NASA Scientist to shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the point of Kajol and Aamir in the movie. Yes they look good and actually they never looked bad to me so not a selling point for me atleast. And as someone pointed out, they could have made a portfolio of both the artists and shown it as a slide show if that is the only point for which people should see Fanaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs are good and out of them "Dekho na" is awesome and it's video irresistible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114944818843617676?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114944818843617676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114944818843617676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114944818843617676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114944818843617676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/06/is-movie-se-dimag-fanaa-ho-jaye.html' title='Is movie se dimag fanaa ho jaye'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114675328213905844</id><published>2006-05-30T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T22:54:25.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mallu detection squad</title><content type='html'>How do you recognize a desi abroad? There are no answers, you just do. There are ones who look same as you and those that would have looked firang in India are also and easy pick. For us all chinki's look the same, all americans might be indistinguishable but even the most blending of the Indians stand out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first experience with this kind of ability was not with any international exposure. It was during my days in Mysore when I had just moved in there. All southies spoke the same cryptic language which I could not understand. But I landed up with mallus as my room mates. Mallus have a peculiar detection mechanism which works without hearing the other person speak a word. I mean just by looks, most of my roomies would be able to locate another mallu. So in our house there were mallu hounds who at every bakery would find out that the bakery waalah was mallu, every taxi driver they meet they would be able to chaff out the mallus out of them. Even from a name they could classify a mallu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it took me no time to get into their squad. There were following simple rules (without offending any mallu who might have started folding his tund) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone is wearing a white dhoti with a shirt, he has to be a mallu&lt;br /&gt;If the name is a combination of Hindu and Christian. For e.g. Amit George.&lt;br /&gt;If your name is any combination of George, Koshy, Urvin, Justin, Bobby. Nothing out of this syllabus.&lt;br /&gt;If the person has curly hairs&lt;br /&gt;If the person is totally nuts about girls in gym, or girls in white sarees. Wonder how many people will love to see women in whites, but mallus sure would die for it.&lt;br /&gt;If he searches for a mallu mess in 50 km vicinity of his house and says its convinient to have the putt and egg curry and biriyani on weekend than to cook at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been great fun with all my mallu friends who might themselves be currently puzzled how they smell a mallu coz they never came up with a formal approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are incentives for getting a mallu. Each one has such dearness towards each other that he can even give you your account number. I don't know how their practical experience is but for an outsider it sure seems that. So I think its all the more important to know whether the other person is mallu and ready to chat in his own language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I right? Enda para?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114675328213905844?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114675328213905844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114675328213905844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114675328213905844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114675328213905844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/05/mallu-detection-squad.html' title='Mallu detection squad'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114835377664161141</id><published>2006-05-22T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:09:36.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil's Advocate</title><content type='html'>A lot has been said about reservation by all, but what even I as an un-informed common man was just hoping that the person behind that had some valid reasons. I mean I have no doubt that I am for the upliftment of the suppressed but I am seriously against any kind of reservation given on the basis of cast alone. In fact as many have cited out(&lt;a href="http://gauravsabnis.blogspot.com/2006/05/bit-about-reservations.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://realitycheck.wordpress.com/"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;) that reservation per se is a flawed policy, easily exploitable and hardly useful except to feed the vote banks of politicians. I wont elaborate on that but I want you people to read the following link on IBN Live about the &lt;a href="http://www.ibnlive.com/news/decision-on-quota-is-final-the-chapter-is-closed/11063-4.html"&gt;Devil's Advocate-Arjun Singh&lt;/a&gt; ,which I wish I could have seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it convince you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Dabbu thanks for the mail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114835377664161141?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114835377664161141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114835377664161141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114835377664161141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114835377664161141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/05/devils-advocate.html' title='Devil&apos;s Advocate'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114827514196187980</id><published>2006-05-21T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:28:06.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Da Vinci Watched</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/bilde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/bilde.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just got to see the &lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/thedavincicode/"&gt;Da Vinci Code&lt;/a&gt;. Well there's been quite a hype around it in India. I think its quite a nice movie (Don't ask me if its better than the novel or not, as I don't think movies can come to close to the detail of the novel). The movie is good and a must watch according to me for those who have not read the novel and also for those who have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good acting by Tom Hanks and Audrey Tautau. A lot of French speaking English reminded me of the way those people speak English ( I have somehow developed a liking for that accent. Long to hear English that way. Its not the correct way to speak but sure it sounds good. Especially when you're not a pundit in English yourself.). The movie touches on every important part of the novel. Has nice graphic description of the history (perhaps they lifted this concept from RDB) where they go back to history in b/w and scenes of before Christ are shown in that b/w sketchy manner. All the turning points of the novel are kept that way intact and shown (Pardon me if I missed some intricacies as its been long since I read the novel and I am surely not known for my memory). Characters match the imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing where the movie lacks is the details of the symbology which Dan Brown has done more justice in the novel. I need to hear one review from the person who sees it without reading the novel. Does it incite the same amount of interest in the subject of Symbology as the novel does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw on the controversy, I guess one thing where the movie has tried to set its record right is the part of belief in Jesus as God. Robert Langdon does keep getting to the point back that this is all what people believe, the grail followers believe and this is a hoax which people believe in deeply. The message is little less forced as compared to the novel. So my guess is that there is no need for such debate about it hurting the Christian belief. It should be released peacefully in India.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114827514196187980?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114827514196187980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114827514196187980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114827514196187980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114827514196187980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/05/da-vinci-watched.html' title='The Da Vinci Watched'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114823516640593784</id><published>2006-05-21T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T11:12:46.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its different</title><content type='html'>This is exactly the feeling I am getting on entering into US. Its surely different to go out of India into any country which is developed and advanced in terms of social status but coming to US is even more different than that. Having seen Europe, I can't help but noticing differences between the two and my own homeland of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US is big for sure. I haven't had a chance to see anything beyond where I landed and within 30 miles (yes miles is what I have to adjust to) of it but one thing that's most obvious is that they're grand on everything they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A supermarket will be twice the size it requires to be. Parking lots are like open fields. This is one thing you wont find so much in Europe. People are obsessed with cars etc but somehow I have never seen such big parking lots there. At most restaurants, the size of the restaurant would be one twentieth of the parking lot around it. Give one parking lot to 100 farmers in India and they would convert each one of them to lush green paddy fields, have 200 children and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vastness gives to me a great feeling of wastage. You can blame me as back in India you wont waste a single piece of land except of course where it matters for the business, clients. Beautification is one thing which is secondary to utility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you come to roads, it beats the sense out of your brain. If one of the expressway is evacuated and given to people of Modinagar then they can have the whole city settled without even  any 'choplas' (that in modinagria terms is a crossing) in between. I mean you wont have to go to other crossing on the freeway before the whole city shall be happily finished. Also when someone tells you this 6 lane freeway crawls at 15 mph speed you feel like laughing. But wastness is what you have to get your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No difference in currency notes. 1 $ goes as big as a 100$ bill. Its also grown. They did not even spare numbers, our humble little centigrade scale is now bigger in Fahrenheits, so 30 degrees Celsius become 85 Fahrenheits (don't remember the formulae, just guessing from the feel factor). One thing is miles which is shorter but believe me its psychologically bigger. You would be ready to walk 2 kms but never 2 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your country itself has 3 time zones. I never faced that when calling anyone in Europe/India. Atleast the country people are in the same time zones. You have a lot of Indian friends but its like one is in Kanyakumari and another in Kashmir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this grandoise is giving me the initial jerk of entering into the US of A. So till I settle properly things will keep on amazing me. Not in the sense of awe which you might get into any developed country as that has gone after my first travel but more in the sense of differences between the cultures of the East, Europe and the West. There's a lot that does meet the eye in terms of people and places which I'll sure pen down at a later time, coz people is what I am still figuring out myself. Till then its just the tomato ketchup feeling which I cannot explain... It's Different&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114823516640593784?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114823516640593784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114823516640593784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114823516640593784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114823516640593784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-different.html' title='Its different'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114775029941737609</id><published>2006-05-15T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:31:47.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desh ki khushbu</title><content type='html'>Every movie that talked about NRI must be having this dialogue : "Apne desh ki mitti ki khusboo kuch aur hi hai". I cannot agree more with that and that too speaking non emotionally. There's a different smell which I can categorise as cold-western smell. You get this distinct foreign smell as soon as you land and the worse part from my prev experience is that this does not go. I mean you get used to it but still its distinctness that keeps reminding you of desh ki mitti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doston ki yaad, onsite snobbishness of people who were once Indians make you long for your own country emotionally on the other hand. Will write more about this when I have more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114775029941737609?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114775029941737609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114775029941737609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114775029941737609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114775029941737609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/05/desh-ki-khushbu.html' title='Desh ki khushbu'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114737904781562980</id><published>2006-05-11T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T13:32:12.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mukhtasar=short/consise</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A song that I had been searching for long. Deep meanings and good vocals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Use dhoondoon kahan, use paoon kahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kahani mohabbat ki hai mukhtsar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Gaya dil se phir woh na aaya idhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kabhi koyi tha meri raahon ka ek humsafar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kar gaya dil ka woh soona nagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Koyi rasta na koyi dagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Use dhoondoon kahan, use paoon kahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Aaj main hoon yahan woh kahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kahani mohabbat ki hai mukhtsar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Gaya dil se phir woh na aaya idhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kabhi koyi tha meri raahon ka ek humsafar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Use dhoondoon kahan, use paoon kahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Aaj main hoon yahan woh kahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Neele aasmaan pe badal chhaa rahein hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Panchi apne ghar ko wapas jaa rahein hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Use dhoondoon kahan, use paoon kahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Aaj main hoon yahan woh kahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kahani mohabbat ki hai mukhtsar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Door parbaton pe phool khil rahein hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Pyaar karne wale saath chal rahein hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Use dhoondoon kahan, use paoon kahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Aaj main hoon yahan woh kahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kahani mohabbat ki hai mukhtsar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Gaya dil se phir woh na aaya idher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kabhi koyi tha meri raahon ka ek humsafar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kar gaya dil ka woh soona nagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Koyi rasta na koyi dagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Use dhoondoon kahan, use paoon kahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Aaj main hoon yahan woh kahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kahani mohabbat ki hai mukhtsar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Gaya dil se phir woh na aaya idhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kabhi koyi tha meri raahon ka ek humsafar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Use dhoondoon kahan, use paoon kahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aaj main hoon yahan woh kahan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;Listen &lt;a href="http://www.apniisp.com/songs.php?id=104"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunne layak kahaniyan aakhir mukhtasar si hi hoti hain.&lt;br 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114737904781562980?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114737904781562980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114737904781562980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114737904781562980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114737904781562980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/05/mukhtasarshortconsise.html' title='Mukhtasar=short/consise'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114729093871893840</id><published>2006-05-10T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T12:55:38.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused and can't name the spark</title><content type='html'>Maya, or the unreal world is what makes our lives beautiful in its whole journey. Does the real actually matter? What's it about getting to know the reality? The real world!! Its about getting older and understanding the truth than be in illusions of doing the right thing. But what I am writing as the gospel truth might be my illusion. All part of maturing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One end is the material world with all its beauties, statuses, power etc. On the other end is pure realisation that what you earn in life is respect, love and friendship. One of the things I recall is what I read in the 7 habits book was that to imagine urself at your own funeral and imagine what everyone speaks for you. What would you like to hear from others about yourself that inspires you to live the life that you are living. So what should value most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for most part of our lives Maya guides us into doing things that lead us good into the material world. It is this element of Maya that makes life what it is. Its present in small/big share in everyone's life. I think its part of the universe without which the world would have been a very boring place to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of it what should be called maturity? Does it matter that you get more respect or more money? Does it matter that you wear more costly or that you are more comfortable? Does it matter that you care for the other person's feeling or that you are doing a bookish right? Feeling is more important or saying? Persevering is more important or accomplishing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am just a novice, will take some time for me to figure out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114729093871893840?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114729093871893840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114729093871893840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114729093871893840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114729093871893840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/05/confused-and-cant-name-spark.html' title='Confused and can&apos;t name the spark'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114714950107519535</id><published>2006-05-08T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T23:23:00.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I wont do</title><content type='html'>Recently I happened to read an &lt;a href="http://in.rediff.com/getahead/2006/may/03rashmi.htm"&gt;interview &lt;/a&gt;by Rahsmi Bansal in which she answered that one should make his or her mind clear about his/her career and atleast decide "What I will not do".  To me this is such a big and dangerous question that I actually stopped thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that I can list down that I had happily told that "ye to nahin hi karoonga" and after a few whips from luck I find myself doing it. I started noticing this after a person I can call wise told me once, "never say, I would not do x thing" because then the whole world conspires to make you do it (plagiarism :)).  I'm sure this should be happening with others too, but I'm also sure that with lesser surety than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather I have had better luck with "I can try to do it". I mean when I am quite unsure of my success, I guess the effort is more than required and it has got me some excellent results. Well excellent is not that great but atleast say 3 out of 10 times it works and that too is excellent considering if I say "I wont do it" and forget about it, I have had to do it with almost cent percent surety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entropy of the world ensures that your plans shake and you slip into the same pit that you wanted to avoid, in short you get that "dreamers bad luck". So I shall try not to say "I wont do this thing" but who knows I might :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114714950107519535?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114714950107519535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114714950107519535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114714950107519535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114714950107519535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-i-wont-do.html' title='What I wont do'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114708534389680719</id><published>2006-05-08T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T03:51:18.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternate levels of Manager and Techie: Spark 2</title><content type='html'>Just thinking of the reply to this topic &lt;a href="http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/04/alternate-levels-of-manager-and-techie.html"&gt;earlier&lt;/a&gt;. I figured out one more benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A techie always gets promoted to be a manager. He has to get back to his toes, start listing down all that he hated in his manager and get to working what a techie under him would need to work efficiently. He can be good at nurturing a person who's going to do a techie work. What he will have to struggle is to get a manager's hat. This is one part he shall have to learn, schedule, assign, manage are some things a first timer into a management position would get to know and have to adjust with. And many would agree who better than the developer himself to estimate and assign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly a manager gets promoted to a technical role. His strings are pulled and he has to now get back to the basics. Learn the overall technique of the things being produced and yes from a higher level than he used to do it two levels below. Get to understand similar technologies, spark some innovation and collect data to explore to improve efficiencies of the techies working a two level below him. And overall be responsible for a sound product that all managers under him are going to manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing serious yet that I can pen down a new theory of management but still jotting down my thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114708534389680719?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114708534389680719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114708534389680719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114708534389680719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114708534389680719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/05/alternate-levels-of-manager-and-techie.html' title='Alternate levels of Manager and Techie: Spark 2'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114672469249782068</id><published>2006-05-03T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T23:38:12.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad as it is</title><content type='html'>Its  tragic that Pramod Mahajan had an untimely death. Its a loss. His good long career had lot of laurels and brickbats but what made him popular was his simplicity and eloquence in the matters he believed. Somehow people recognised him as a person who keeps things on a lighter note and carries his heart on his sleeve. I have no more to say than a lot of other &lt;a href="http://www.ndtv.com/template/template.asp?category=National&amp;template=Mahajanshot&amp;amp;slug=Life+and+times+of+Pramod+Mahajan&amp;id=87538&amp;amp;callid=1"&gt;media sites&lt;/a&gt;/blogs(&lt;a href="http://anshulseth.com/obituary-05.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://gutfeel.com/loss-of-young-leader-05.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;) would be saying about the goods that he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May he rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114672469249782068?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114672469249782068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114672469249782068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114672469249782068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114672469249782068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/05/sad-as-it-is.html' title='Sad as it is'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114664757100572755</id><published>2006-05-03T02:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T02:16:45.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents visit</title><content type='html'>Parents are here and its a nice break from bachelorhood :). Its a good break from our raju chacha too. Ghar ka khana, nothing can beat it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114664757100572755?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114664757100572755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114664757100572755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114664757100572755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114664757100572755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/05/parents-visit.html' title='Parents visit'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114613621676624352</id><published>2006-04-27T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T23:34:04.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternate levels of Manager and Techie</title><content type='html'>Don't know how the thought struck. Another spark in an empty brain, perhaps effect of an over dose of Dilbert's blog and his office comments. How would it be if we had alternate levels of Management and Technical expertise. Let me explain what the spark is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens or un-intentionally happens is that as you keep going up the organisation ladder, you tend to loose touch of the ground realities, the nitti-gritti of the work. And this phenomenon does not end. Your manager is a manager, his manager is a bigger manager, his manager's manager is a bigger manager and so on. So in the end you reach the level where someone is just sitting and counting dollars. Darvin's theory of disuse takes its toll and the most disconnected from the base hardly understands what's been done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the discussion I call the&lt;br /&gt;Techie who understands the technical details of the work (drawing from s/w industry, the coding, design, specification, execution)&lt;br /&gt;Manager who understands the management of work (SOW, Schedules, Functional Spec).. in decreasing order of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss and subordinate have their usual meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how about having a hierarchy where its mandatory that every techie will have a Manager Boss. Every Manager would have a Techie boss. Boss looks after one aspect of project and the techie the other part so no contention or duplication of work. Techie never expects the boss to understand the nitti gritty but has to report on what really matters to the 'Manager'. He in turn gets this data but has a techie boss on top who anyhow if was looking for the same things the manger was doing, would have been wasting time. He would be looking at the larger picture of managing many such managers technically. This would keep the managers subordinates on their toes and keep each one technically challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought as I feel layers and layers of management just adds as an overhead. I think same would be if there were layers and layers of technical people. So an alternate layer shall have better interaction and get a better mix in people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114613621676624352?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114613621676624352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114613621676624352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114613621676624352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114613621676624352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/04/alternate-levels-of-manager-and-techie.html' title='Alternate levels of Manager and Techie'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114604889041413126</id><published>2006-04-26T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T08:05:29.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tadeyandamol: Trek of my life</title><content type='html'>Suppi: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keeda hai. AB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E KEEDA HAI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/23%20Awesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/23%20Awesome.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suppi: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abe mera tent unglamorous lag raha hai. Theek se bandho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppi: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saala macro photo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leta rehta hai, maar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/tadiyandamol_018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 168px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/tadiyandamol_018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aale ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*the macro h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; is Kandya's. simply great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kandya: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my style. Yaa this is my style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pata bhi nahin tha ke sar par 2 topi lagi hain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aps: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/86-%201746.16Mtrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/200/86-%201746.16Mtrs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shul ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bag main saare chips hain aur ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ch nahin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sorry buddy, b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ut I can play jokes on y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ou right. Its official now, you did carry a tent :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapil: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tum logo ki body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; buddhi ho gayi hai. Meri body dekho, kitni fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/63eternal%20flame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 143px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/63eternal%20flame.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aps: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aakade, aag ko udhar shift kar do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; :).. this is kannada g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapil: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu pyar hai kisi aur ka.. tujhe chahta koi aur hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(well the joke was on me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranga:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/70peaks%20floating%20on%20clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/200/70peaks%20floating%20on%20clouds.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are cheetas on the hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranga: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ill be giving duty outside the camps? I can giv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e till 2 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(no this did not happen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranga: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hit th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e peak in 20 mins, be back in 20 mins. Guys you can have 40 mins to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranga: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My treads are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; worn out, have to come on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (and yes he came)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapil: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abe aaram kar lete hain, tum log thak gaye hoge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/71morning%20camp%20view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/200/71morning%20camp%20view.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaps : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abe yahin se dekh lete hain yaar, up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ar se bhi same scene dikhega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kandya: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maine life main ye pig pehli baar dekha be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kapil: Haan mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n ye waala pig life main pehli hi baar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dekha hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapil: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abe anshul tum waste karte ho. Shatru tum bhi waste karte ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/35Road%20in%20yellow%20woods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/35Road%20in%20yellow%20woods.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lines are the essence of the trip we had to Tadeyandamol, highest peak in Western Ghats. It was expected that as there were some enthusiastic budding bloggers, all/atleast three might come up with their version of the travelogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hope someone actually comes up with it. It was the first time that I had been on a trek where I carried my own tents and in a group where no one except one or two had camped ever. I had camped in my childhood in well made army camps with everything handled by school teachers who took us there (more of a resort). Since Tadeyandamol was raw, untrammelled, un-planned to some extent, the kind of uncertainities/excitement/exaustion/exhileration we felt is not easy to put down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/DSCN2736.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/DSCN2736.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tadeyandamol is conquered. That red cap is the new highest point on the peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*In case I have missed any good dialogue then do add&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114604889041413126?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114604889041413126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114604889041413126' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114604889041413126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114604889041413126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/04/tadeyandamol-trek-of-my-life.html' title='Tadeyandamol: Trek of my life'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114588343731146361</id><published>2006-04-24T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T21:22:28.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How much do you write?</title><content type='html'>Write as in when you use the pen or pencil to write on a paper. If I was to measure, I think I would be writing at best half a page in a month here and there for some little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kind of shocks me as it did to me yesterday when the ICICI bank manager asked me to write a letter to the bank manager for my work. I was happily taking the instruction and returning thinking I'd be emailing it or shall be printing it and getting the copy next time I visit the bank. The manager helpfully suggested "Sir you can just jot down the application by hand, it should be sufficient".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing an English formal letter in front of an ICICI manager. I am sure we never do that so often at office, email etiquettes is one thing, writing a formal letter is another. I mean its not that one cannot write it but there are always small small (one mark, half mark kind) mistakes that one cannot avoid. On top of that my handwriting was never something I could be proud of (I used to be a very happy man during ragging days though, no notes writing for the seniors) and after these years of abstaining from writing, it has developed into something of a scribble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't write as things work without it. We've started typing so much that for noting phone numbers also we use notepad. Nothing bad as things ought to get more efficient. Write once copy many times but there is something charming about the good old way of writing that one does not get in typing. I think a tablet PC might bring in the benefits of both the worlds but I am yet to even see one working and its efficiency. Till then think about it. How many of you really write and how much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114588343731146361?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114588343731146361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114588343731146361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114588343731146361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114588343731146361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-much-do-you-write.html' title='How much do you write?'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114581823399201272</id><published>2006-04-23T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T11:57:13.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sagar kinare</title><content type='html'>I was kind of intrigued when I came here to Bangalore to see so many idli-vada restaurants. There are of course many things to observe when a person from the 'bhaiya' part of India travels down south. Interestingly this is one thing you might not get to see if you are a traveler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These restaurants known as Shanti Sagar, Sukh Sagar, x sagar, y sagar have a beautiful business model. Here are a few points that I could observe about them and the reverse of the adage strikes me : "If the time has come, the idea has to"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standard menu:&lt;br /&gt;These all sagars have a standard menu of around 10-20 items. You get idli, dosa vada, chow-chow* bath** etc etc. And if I had enough memory to remember my phone number I could have written down all the 10 of them. Now this must be helping in having  standard equipment, learn how to set up a sagar and get the equipment to make all these items, that's all. Also the know how of making these 10 dishes with best efficiency is by now mastered to the extent that idli is almost as good as mass produced at these sagars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money Honey:&lt;br /&gt;Its damn cheap. Idli plate for 6 rs. Yes. To a northi this is a culture shock if not financial. People in Noida line up outside Sagar Ratna (Again sagar) and are ready to pay 25 rs for a plate of idli which I can bet is half as good as those you get here. So if you used to have the same stuff at home after a lot of effort, why not just shell out 6 or 10 rs a day and get away with all the hassles. In a way these sagars have created a market for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efficiency and low running costs:&lt;br /&gt;With ages of making the same stuff the efficiency and the cost per item must be dead sea low. I was observing one person making dosas and he could make 8 dosas on a same plate at a same time. I remember how much effort used to go in making idly for my mother, ferment a day earlier (and I don't know the rest of it) etc. Here its like a cycle in which everything is so ready that it hardly takes any time/money for them to churn out hot steaming dosas for a dosen people in 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass popularity &amp;amp; flooding:&lt;br /&gt;How many breakfast joints do you find there up north. I have traveled most of UP and Delhi but you hardly find people having at these kinds of fast food breakfast. If at all we have we have the faster food category of "bund-makkhan", juice, peti*** kinds of joints. The limit is aalu paratha joints and those too are hard to find and never thronged in such numbers on any day. If you have to see the crowd, its only during dinner and lunches. So the point I was making was that, there is a huge market here down south of people who can eat fast on the way to their office. Also there is a sagar in every corner. Its like every society should have a milk vendor and so a sagar too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this blog was read like Dilbert's blog then I would have definitely run a poll on whether you prefer eating at a sagar and how frequently in the same fashion Scott Adams does quite often. In my case I guess I can even call those who are going to read the post and collate info. However besides job/boss/'shadi kab karoge' we hardly discuss anything so you can also leave your opinion here itself mentioning [yes/no] and [2 days/week]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Initially I used to even think its a Chinese dish until I discovered its half part upma and half part kesri bath.&lt;br /&gt;** Bath is one thing which used to make me feel that they are going to give you enough so that you could drown yourself in it. Later I discovered that all amits became amith and sita's became sithas. All in good humor, this used to be a common teasing point for all my south Indian friends here. &lt;br /&gt;*** This is the way our juice corner waala on modinagar road used to call. I mean its western UP lingo. As if you are asking one lakh rupees and that too hot and "sos ger ke" (to an uninitiated it might look after spilling the sauce somewhere)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114581823399201272?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114581823399201272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114581823399201272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114581823399201272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114581823399201272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/04/sagar-kinare.html' title='Sagar kinare'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114568931395897376</id><published>2006-04-21T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T00:01:53.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RSS comes to you</title><content type='html'>Just writing this post on a techie high. Those of you who are already conversant with Feeds/Atom/RSS (not the BJP one) please don't read any further and save me embarrassment. Just like when you are telling a joke and you ask the people who guess it to shut their mouths. You can also count me technically challenged and of course ignorant if I you think I should not be getting a eureka feeling on using feeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this idea came from my friend in chennai who wanted a method so that he could see if a new post has arrived on my blog. You read mine and I read yours (Aur kya blogs become famous like this only). Of course there are other ways to popularize your blogs too. Go put crap against any sane argument and you'd attract venom from all and sundry and then accidentally many will stick on to your posts. Well I am digressing from this tech topic. So I had heard about atom/RSS but never had the time to change my happy ways of surfing the net. Every damn site said it provided RSS feeds too in an advertising way and I never cared. Just out of curiosity had clicked on anshul's blog and found it broken and so did not do much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on friend's request just tried to read &lt;a href="http://news.google.co.in/intl/en_in/news_feed_terms.html"&gt;about feeds&lt;/a&gt; link from google news page. Then looked around on the firefox extensions and got this cool extension to it - &lt;a href="https://addons.mozilla.org/firefox/424/"&gt;Wizz RSS&lt;/a&gt;. I also tried &lt;a href="https://addons.mozilla.org/firefox/77/"&gt;Sage&lt;/a&gt;, but its too minimalistic or too techie for me to discover its all features. Shall tell its good points later. Now both of them install in seconds and give you a nice sidebar (In case of Wizz avoid saying "import public lists", it would just clutter your category list). Now you can read endlessly on &lt;a href="http://www.wizzcomputers.com/wizzrss2/WizzRssHelp.php"&gt;wizz help&lt;/a&gt; and see how to use it, but since I have tried it I would just give you 3 steps to get its best working for you. Rest I leave to you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side bar has three sections Top- Category and channel list, Middle gives you the list of topics, and bottom gives you an abstract or preview of the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;Step1: Right click on the category pane and say "Add Category" and it shall add folders. So for e.g. I say a category "blog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: On your address bar type your truly's blog address (http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com) and when it loads you can click on the search button on the top of the category window. it looks something like this &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/toolbar12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/toolbar12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It shall present with a pop up and detect the atom feed of the blogger. Just drag that and put it on the folder "blog" created in the category pane. Viola you just started a spark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step3: The most interesting step is to get updates automatically. For that right click on the "Brain Sparks" link and say add to watch list. Now go to the Wizz Toolbar and there in the drop down of "Watch List", choose "Configure watchlist". Options there are intuitive. And then you shall be having a popup once it finds any updates on the list of blogs you specified. Don't forget to check "Automatically start watchlist".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I was telling about Sage was that its a simplistic reader and gives you a nice rendering of the feeds it gets in a web page form but I could not find the pop up feature in it. Maybe its there but after finding Wizz, I don't have the patience to dig deep into it. Interestingly feed rendering is very customizable and cool but I think they need to work on a full package a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be the same you were, I mean if you don't like the sidebar and the toolbar. I would say after you are done with all your customizations just hide the side bar (alt+s) and the toolbar from the "view" menu. In case a new post comes the pop is anyhow going to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why I feel this is a good thing is that I don't need to keep any of these sites open to see if they are updated. Just subscribe to their feeds. Wizz will keep polling these sites for me and tell me if there is any update. I think this way I would be able to read a dozen more blogs in the same time. Also and it comes just as the ease of mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And arre haan.. gmail also gives you RSS feeds, got to check out.. haven't tried that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114568931395897376?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114568931395897376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114568931395897376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114568931395897376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114568931395897376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/04/rss-comes-to-you.html' title='RSS comes to you'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114553634323056465</id><published>2006-04-20T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T06:13:26.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ek simple sa blog bhi kick deta hai</title><content type='html'>This has been lying in my draft since a few days since I heard my friends case of blogging and getting caught for violating some of his company policies. One of my friend wrote some friendly article about someone and that person got a smoking fresh copy of blogging policy of the company and has properly implemented it with personal flavor of it. Now when some person catches you for violating a newly drafted blog policy, you can find the brilliance in execution. A guinea pig is used and learnings surely would go into the version 1.1 of that policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some facts that I would like to mention for readers/bloggers' safety:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do they come to know what you wrote?&lt;br /&gt;Simple googling/your publicity of your blog or when they might want to get data to research on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do they prove its you?&lt;br /&gt;It can be any other Apurva Shukla in the world. But what I believe is that they can trace your IP from where you posted. In case you do not believe just see the site ticker at the bottom of my side bar, which I started using recently. It shows from where all your site has been accessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a policy at all on blogging?&lt;br /&gt;Every company might be having one in today's time. Since blogs are becoming slowly an active medium, companies wont mind spending some time into safeguarding their interests to come up with an internal law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether there should be a company policy on blogging?&lt;br /&gt;I feel yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;Yes because there are a lot of things company specific which directly can get violated if you start talking on a public forum about that. That's plain easy understandable, something like an extension of the IP violation rule extension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No for casual opinions about office life, person etc.&lt;br /&gt;I think if there was any policy on restricted free speech then Scott Adams would be serving some 2000 years in prison for writing comical statements on office life. While I do agree that I would not go write something about my office on my blog, as blog is my personal space to talk of general issues but I am against any kind of policing on the blogging freedom. There are a hundred dozen blogs that want to become famous just by crying foul and attracting visitors to them but I feel there are more and more people who just want to hear plain facts (and little opinions based on them) rather than hearing false curses to anything. And if something is uttered about some person in particular without the context of company then it should be treated as out of context of office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly today only Rashmi has blogged on the care that should be taken while blogging or expressing anything on the net. &lt;a href="http://youthcurry.blogspot.com/2006/04/george-bush-vs-graduate-student.html"&gt;Read here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend has recovered from the disaster but what's to be learnt from all this is that if you do not want such a jerk in your life due to a hobby or yours,  please be careful about what you write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114553634323056465?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114553634323056465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114553634323056465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114553634323056465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114553634323056465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/04/ek-simple-sa-blog-bhi-kick-deta-hai.html' title='Ek simple sa blog bhi kick deta hai'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114551427783602806</id><published>2006-04-19T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T01:51:39.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/DSC00031.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/DSC00031.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Things happen for a reason, flowers just point to the innocence that's still left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallpaperish? Don't know myself but had this lying, finding no better audience than me. Had better use of them some time back but now I feel, I can post some of them on the blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114551427783602806?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114551427783602806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114551427783602806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114551427783602806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114551427783602806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/04/flowers.html' title='Flowers!!'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114499076393728324</id><published>2006-04-18T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T11:06:43.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused Kannada Patriotism</title><content type='html'>I recently happen to read our new avtar channel, CNN IBN's blogs. Surprisingly the one of our respected news reader gave his viewpoints on speaking in Kannada in Bangalore.  I was reminded on a similar topic I had talked earlier, on the state of &lt;a href="http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html"&gt;Hindi&lt;/a&gt; . Its sometimes sad that the language we speak is not recognised in the same place where we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is shocking to hear is that he goes on to say that&lt;blockquote&gt;I was once tempted into asking a couple of slightly rude teenagers on a bike to speak in English&lt;/blockquote&gt;and &lt;blockquote&gt;"The prevailing feeling here has been more elegantly paraphrased before, but let me interpret it rather plainly: 'just because Hindi is the national language, it doesn't give anyone the right to expect a South Indian or Bengali to speak Hindi in Bangalore."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Can't say much but will just pose a few questions? When someone asks you a way in any damn language and you understand that language, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;I atleast feel most in a rational bent of mind would try to help out without feeling that the people are rude or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 2, when you do not understand the language the question is being asked, plain simple you try to arrive at a common language between you two. So what if it has to be sign language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I feel is that this sort of reaction to save Kannada is totally misguided. I understand the desperation that the people who are from the north are bringing in Hindi and its kind of blending into local language. But I feel there are a lot of things about Kannada which has flown into the Hindi that we people speak here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly as I had said in the blog about Hindi, why does the reporter need to go to an English news channel? I think he could have very well gone for a Kannada news channel. But now that the quality people opt for English media the quality of Kannada media is bound to deteriorate.&lt;br /&gt;In the end its not by forcing anyone to use a language makes it rich and widely acceptable, I feel its the interesting literature, movies, dramas etc in it that draw the masses to contribute to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114499076393728324?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114499076393728324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114499076393728324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114499076393728324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114499076393728324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/04/confused-kannada-patriotism.html' title='Confused Kannada Patriotism'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114527215141847680</id><published>2006-04-17T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T04:13:54.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unknown Indian's Rantings: Introduce School Vouchers</title><content type='html'>Quite a convincing post link which I got from gaurav's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge I feel , as validly pointed out, is the implementation of  voucher scheme. As a pessimist, I can already dream those vouchers being exchanged for money. NDTV unveiling a racket in bihar where there is not school but vouchers directly reach the school without even touching hand of a single child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even that hungry farmers from Andhra are trying a way out to get more vouchers and selling it to the schools that are just interested in more vouchers and no teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But surely one innovative idea which if thought can work wonders. Read the whole &lt;a href="http://unknownindianrantings.blogspot.com/2006/04/manmohan-dont-waste-time-screwing-iims.html"&gt;post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114527215141847680?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114527215141847680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114527215141847680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114527215141847680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114527215141847680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/04/unknown-indians-rantings-introduce.html' title='Unknown Indian&apos;s Rantings: Introduce School Vouchers'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114524922119510819</id><published>2006-04-16T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T01:15:11.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Inspires?</title><content type='html'>Its been one of the common debates of us guys, what is that "inspires" us to do something better? A lot of things do come up when you talk on such matters. With the same company crowd, its generally company bashing. With the same industry crowd is generally industry bashing and with same country crowd its country bashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What comes to my mind as the single most important factor which inspires is - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;knowledge&lt;/span&gt;. Anywhere you see a steep climb of knowledge you get a kick to do something in that field. It is sans boundaries and hence its not about which field you have the knowledge but someone having loads of it surely inspires you. Obviously interest is a big factor in that. I mean the knowledge which is inspiring you, should be in an interest area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the gap between you and another one with the interesting knowledge, that you felt you were quite competent at, is yawning, then you are on your toes to get to that new mark which is shown possible to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To draw from Shakespeare's line: "I'd love to have fat men around me", to grow steeper than self motivation, have knowledgeable men around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114524922119510819?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114524922119510819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114524922119510819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114524922119510819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114524922119510819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-inspires.html' title='What Inspires?'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114495115058279530</id><published>2006-04-13T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T21:49:00.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth needs to be shaken</title><content type='html'>Karnataka people would surely agree to this. Its sad to hear of the demise of a veteran, a legend in movies, Dr. Rajkumar. May his sould rest in peace in heaven. And I have no doubt that after his exemplary years of work he shall be in heaven and also resting if his so called devotees stop embarrassing him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the great accolades of the devotees of Dr. Rajkumar, especially during the past 2 days, and considering he died a natural death at the age of 77:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whole of Bangalore broke into chaos with the news of his death and people reached his house at that time of grief and became angry about his body being shifted around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how people can be objectionable to a mourning family at such time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bangalore police screwed up on arranging for proper number of troops to handle a huge crowd which would come to see the mortal remains of the actor. On not seeing their god from closest vicinity, people started getting angry at police and burnt buses. Police also almost met god in a way of their own. Slapped, kicked and trapped in a bus which was pelted from all sides by the angry mob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly the dance shown on the TV channels, of the people who had a just burnt the bus was more of fun than of any mourning or anger. It looked as if some bunch of jobless people who had never had the pleasure or experience of burning one whole BMTC bus wanted to see it burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. One person has reportedly died in the whole lathi charge episode at the stadium. What's the net result? One person is killed because a legend died a peaceful, natural death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could have been done rather, I feel, is holding prayers, a public cremation ceremony with proper arrangement for all devotees who were genuinely interested in mourning than those who wanted to rejoice the fall of the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sad and shameful for every person here in Karnataka who has acted in the way TV has shown. It was a pitiful sight for the administration when Police was shown beaten by small kids, and the CM was shown saying "this is the BEST we could have done" on TV interview with NDTV. Its funny for the our project client who does not know why all the offices need to be closed because a famous actor has died. Even strange is the fact that people should run home because angry mob might harm them for no fault of theirs. Even medicine shops were closed, god knows what happens to those who are in need of medicines today. Restaurants were closed, I myself had problem getting lunch. Its tough to understand why the whole system needs to be brought down for mourning a death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who were asked to leave on Wednesday afternoon from their offices took printout of Dr. Rajkumar and put it on front of their vehicles so that the mob does not go for them. I myself had plans of crying on the shoulder of the person who stops me in between to avert any problem.&lt;br /&gt;With this holiday, burning of a few buses and killing one person the whole forced mourning was successful and now believe in the words of Rajiv Gandhi that the earth shakes when a big tree falls or needs to be shaken so for best effects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114495115058279530?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114495115058279530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114495115058279530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114495115058279530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114495115058279530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/04/earth-needs-to-be-shaken.html' title='Earth needs to be shaken'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114421441898526052</id><published>2006-04-04T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T22:20:19.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma Rewa</title><content type='html'>Medha patkar is again on a hunger strike to stop the raising of the Sardar Sarovar Dam. I believe she must be having enough good reasons to take such a drastic step to stop a development work. They have been raging a battle against the government and claiming that mega dams don't contribute to any good cause and are only beneficial to a small group of people who get money by building dams etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I feel in their approach is that they lack a little more detail to their cause. I happened to see the &lt;a href="http://www.narmada.org/"&gt;Narmada Bachao Andolan&lt;/a&gt; (NBA) site. The site talks that the claims made by the committee on the benefits of Sardar Sarovar are highly inflated, the rehabilitation is not done and all valid causes. Which are also perfectly believable. I mean no one would open his mouth and say "Is that so?" considering that's not too way off the line of corruption our netas are perpetrating. What I feel can add iron to the stick which NBA is wielding is hard data. You can say that how many villages are required to rehabilitate the people and bring that to media. Cost-benefit or cost-loss analysis as they would want to present can be put on their site so that it can be debated openly. Why is a dam which would give electricity to a country that's starving for it, irrigation for farmers of kucch, flood protection to people in Madhya pradesh and Gujarat be a bad proposition considering mammoth costs also. This question comes to my mind even at the risk of being labeled immoral for the plight of those displaced. Here's the link to the &lt;a href="http://www.nvda.nic.in/"&gt;Narmada Valley Development Authority&lt;/a&gt; which is not better than the NBA site but atleast has sections about the major concerns a project should have. Has some data tables to show. I am not competitive enough to verify its sanctity but atleast its left for public to verify and debate about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can give you the same piece of land which you cultivated or even the same place where you have spent your childhood. But for development sake these kinds of things have to be done. Only thing is that the Sardar Sarovar project should need far more planning in these issues as its for the people that the dam is being built. If the authorities take a non human stand then perhaps we would not need any dam in the first place. So they need to have organised and transparent re-location at the cost of perhaps giving more than what they already had to compensate them. Also this is perhaps a very good opportunity for the dreamers of township planning to cut out model villages, towns along the reservoir which beats the major city planning.&lt;br /&gt;I think what these hungerstrikes do is justified considering it wakes up the sleeping netas who are then forced to do something for the plight of the people. To listen to them, give proper hearing to the illiterate who might not know how to shout out for their rights. That their rehabilitation is done in a proper and satisfactory manner. But at the end of it I feel that the dam should get completed and its benefits are shown rather than it being finished half or remain unfinished for ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114421441898526052?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114421441898526052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114421441898526052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114421441898526052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114421441898526052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/04/ma-rewa.html' title='Ma Rewa'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114378270167276079</id><published>2006-03-30T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T21:30:22.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Important interests</title><content type='html'>Last week on getting up at 6:30 am after snoozing my alarm for about 30 mins I sat down with the brush in my mouth to congratulate myself about what I was doing. I have been getting up every morning, without break (ok ok before you people shout.. with some obvious breaks) for putting my mind into guitar learning. I have already talked about my wonderful guitaring skills so much that I wont delve into that right now. What I noticed with a brush is that what things are actually important for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important things in my life have become:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning guitar than learning any new computer language. I can't remember a single time I have got up in the morning for studying (whenever I have done that my friends only have rememered that). This is considering I have been looking for some special upliftment in technology areas. Perhaps learning a new language or technology or even brushing them all over again gets me a better chance at interesting jobs. But rather I am comfortably ok with my other persuits and am only hoping for 30% reservations in IT industry for those who know guitar and cannot study. And I already have 50% reservation in Guitar classes for not scoring more because I have a busy schedule in IT industry :) I can score 50% lower than the class and yet be considered actively learning guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally if you have to read a book then closest it comes to study is reading novels. Reading any material remotely related to work puts me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking on weekends is more important than having a girl friend. Yes only that you remember your gfs those that have gone extinct and those that are to be conserved only after a few pegs down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding a song that you saw on TV on the net is quite an interesting challenge in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend travel to a nearby place is also a great use of time (this one seriously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally writing a blog is more important than chatting to a friend, who ahhmmm also happens to be a girl. Doesn't matter what you scribble but yes you're increasing the number of posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now am going to get a call from friends who read this post about.. "abe kaun si ladki se baat kar rahe the be??"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114378270167276079?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114378270167276079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114378270167276079' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114378270167276079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114378270167276079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/03/important-interests.html' title='Important interests'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114374307272860743</id><published>2006-03-30T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T10:31:42.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lounge Chamundi</title><content type='html'>The cool breeze, the starry lights of the lazy city of Mysore, light music from car, Friends whom you can tease and crack jokes. What more you want from a lounge? I don't think any of the big  cities' modern lounges can give you that kind of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our slap back on all those 'stags not allowed'  lounges which offer good hookas  but mandate you to carry a girl with you. Here everyone is allowed and even gxirls too. Though I never could manage to get a girl with me there at 1 am in the night ;). Overall with Soft music in the air, its a nice place to suck in life. A few calm moments from the world of computers/printers/laptops/TV are like getting back to innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the past few times it has been a laughter riot whenever we have gone there. Last time it was the video shooting of our camera men for the concert. Well it was just a dig at their talents and how they can mange to get all things in the concert except me and Suppi :). That video is now my retirement fund. I hope to sell that video to some TV channel during that time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114374307272860743?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114374307272860743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114374307272860743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114374307272860743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114374307272860743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/03/lounge-chamundi.html' title='Lounge Chamundi'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114321727429630515</id><published>2006-03-27T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T00:32:41.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dishes that may be extinct soon</title><content type='html'>Has anyone tasted Mokambo paneer? I doubt.  This is one of the many filmy and non filmy dishes served in our campus by a caterer called golkonda. In the crowd of the Food court the board of this one caterer speaks for itself in two terms. One is in wasted food. Always a unanimous topper at  it among all the caterers and second for the name of its dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a Lakhnavi the dish names are not a new thing. You can have any thing fried and with gravy with the name of "shahi", "Makhmali", "Galgoti" etc. But back there I used to find atleast some pattern and coherence with the name and the dish. Story here is quite different actually. The dish names change but the dish remains the same everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it has something to do with the way these dishes have to be had. 'Mokambo Paneer' which might taste the same but is intended to be had with the same pride as Mokambo would do. Mokambo khush hua. 'Paneer lagaan' can gives you the fervor to have it like you're just going to bat against the English. Then there's Paneer Dumpukt which I am yet to get any clue of. Taste is what keeps the people down to earth however. Veg Jaipuri or Kolhapuri aur lahauri go on to show Indo-Pak unity as they all look/taste and are wasted in equal quantities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I think branding is something to be learnt from the caterer. I even did googling on paneer mokambo to see if there's this dish anywhere left in the world. And to my surprise, since web results showed none, I think this dish is on the verge of extinction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114321727429630515?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114321727429630515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114321727429630515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114321727429630515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114321727429630515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/03/dishes-that-may-be-extinct-soon.html' title='Dishes that may be extinct soon'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114313894707415578</id><published>2006-03-23T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T22:07:27.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ye log kaun hai be?</title><content type='html'>Ye log kaun hai be? Jis weekend poocho us weekend tum free nahin hote? This is a common refrain from my friends who are not in Mysore. And most of the time I am like, yaar pata nahin kuch to program ban raha hai, Kahin bhi ja sakte hain. This is mostly courtesy our 'raj tours and travels' run by Rohit and kapil. Will tell the details in the lines to come.&lt;br /&gt;So thought of jotting a few lines introducing these people.  This is also due to the utter need for a lighter post on my blog. I'll try to acknowledge that this appraisal of mine is purely subjective based. Those having problem with this, I would assure them that 'next time' its going to be bed of roses for them. And that too whole 3 and a half inch matress of it. Ok!! On this post some of the things that cannot be published on my very respected and widely read blog are purposely avoided fearing national uproar and sonia's resignation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohit&lt;br /&gt;So lets start with Rohit, my room mate. He is the co founder of the secret travel organisation which I will call raj tours and travels only in our circle. They gave a fancy name but It has slipped my mind. I think I will come to this travel part after I tell about Kapil. So the most noticeable (or un-noticeable) thing about him is his age. Rexona people should pack their bags as I can vouch he uses only dove and still has beaten any Rexona college model by a margin of 10 years. I don't know if you people can figure out maths and physics but he was born on 29th Feb and counts himself 7 and a half years old only. But believe me in a recent dinner a girl voted me the oldest of the lot :). A great project manager as he can manage atleast 4 windows of chat at a time. Oh forgot to mention, on atleast 4 different messengers ;). He also possesses a different ability with the camera. The category if I call is people photography and I have not seen my photographs clicked by him. I have posed many a times though but when the photo is downloaded god knows why I am never in it. Some supernatural phenomenon maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapil&lt;br /&gt;Kapil could have been the best girl on bike. The way he leans over you at every break you press, every bumper you cross or practically mostly except when your bike is accelerating. Unfortunately he is not a girl and fortunately he owns a car. So we don't get this feeling all that often. Has hidden talents like singing and dancing together when fully reloaded. I remember last time I saw this was on a highway where we stopped and he sang and he danced. I think most of us could dance to his tunes. Has the best songs suggestions in Antakshari (only rule is that kajrare should be allowed 4 times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the travel part. When Kapil combines with Rohit they make a dangerous mixture for getting insane ideas of travel. They can make programs like "kal ka breakfast ooty main hoga", almost like Alexander would say to his army while capturing a territory. Though we had their predecessor in Jitenrdra Pandey who fortunately did not have such execution skills. So the latest is.. 'yaar Singapore chalte hain'. Bhagwan hi maalik hai ab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://languidbeckonings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suprabhat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeda naam haiga 'Su' or 'Suppi' as most would call him. Ranks second in drinking.. water. First is the most health conscious Rahul Bakshi. Suppi has the extreme privilege of learning guitar with me and is most supportive in following my pace of learning. So in total we are at the bottom of the class of guitar. We recently did however beat 2 joinees in playing Jana gana mana of course with I starting from where Suppi stopped and vice versa. He can be called the most serious person on the group. The sane balancer to the travel organisers, though his controversial video was caught in 2005 new year which did shake people's opinion a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakshi&lt;br /&gt;He is an occasional into our outings. I think he knows its better to avoid it than to get sucked in. Rank one in what Suppi is second. Holds national records for that. Can tell sher-o-shairi on occasion.  A married man. That's all, what else can I tell about a married man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vikas&lt;br /&gt;Vikas PK roj office aata hai. He does not come drunk or something, its his name and I got inspired from 'Chupke chupke'. Mostly we have contention in the matter of girls. Somehow we like the same girl and we are still friends only because of our collective incompetence in such matters. He is master of PJs. Is infected by his cubicle mate (or I think he has infected him) but they run the biggest factory of PJs in our department. Its to the level that we sometimes warn people like 'Vikas type joke mat maar yaar'. One of the weekly PJ is that if you say you're lucky he would in a reflex say "no I am vikky" and you'd just bang your own head. He also became famous after his 2005 new year party video was caught and seen by a few girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek&lt;br /&gt;Or Kandya as we know him. Sleeping is his basic biological limitation. And he watches movies remotely made in Siberia with English subtitles. I think both activities aid each other. Movies put him to sleep and so he can watch the movies fully even without subtitles. Only unexplained phenomena is that he can discuss about them the next day. Has the lethal weapon in smile, use it when someone puts you in difficult situation and stand with that. Vikas sure can recall when we had seen this scene at the Food court birthday party. Speaks fundoo hindi with gems of slips of tounge, latest one was when he was talking about something on Elephant's anatomy. He is the first person who has taken permanent subscription to the Raj tours and Travel agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who all ask this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anshulseth.com"&gt;Anshul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he is in Bangalore and has capacity to talk hours to guys. Incidentally he used to claim that he cannot talk to girls that much till recently he surpassed his own records. I can actually write more interesting stuff for a few more pages about him but sheeshe ke ghar main rehne waale doosro par patthar nahin pheka karte (he was my schoolmate/collegemate/stuggle etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rishi&lt;br /&gt;Bhappaji or bade bhai in punjabi. He lives up to his name. Ram chandra in modern days. 'Sakoon ' lover. Good cook.A good fellow till he recently got married :). Again can't say anything more about married people.  Can write loads about him but as he was my collegemate/strugglemate etc the same rule as Anshul applies to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a realistic note, the ball is not there to last. Globalisation has its fallouts after all. So before I end, one picture is most apt for remembrance (not because it contains all of the mentioned but because our photogenic faces are saved public scrutiny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/DSCN2545.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/DSCN2545.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114313894707415578?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114313894707415578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114313894707415578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114313894707415578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114313894707415578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/03/ye-log-kaun-hai-be.html' title='Ye log kaun hai be?'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114225839161687006</id><published>2006-03-20T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T01:10:58.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>String Theory</title><content type='html'>Stumbled upon this sensationally made documentaries on "&lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/elegant/"&gt;String Theory&lt;/a&gt;". When I say stumbled it was actually that only as I was using "&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/"&gt;Stumble Upon&lt;/a&gt;" Extension on my Firefox to kill my boredom. Its a nice good plugin. You can specify your likes and then keep on clicking stumble till you hit something good. When you hit something good by your interests its better to rate that page so that stumble upon refines its searches from the set of pages it  has. You can even meet people who have pages of the same interests. You can maintain your bookmarks (not as elegantly as in &lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/"&gt;del.icio.us&lt;/a&gt;). All the links that I have put is nothing which has appeared suddenly that I am writing about, but yes I have started using them of late only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well coming back to the topic, String theory is actually a theory of everything. Something that has not been proved wrong and obviously not true either. Whether true or not but the arguments given in the &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/elegant/program.html"&gt;3 hour documentary program&lt;/a&gt; are quite interesting to say the least. But somehow at the end of it the theory goes complex enough for mortals like me to loose track. The end parts that it cannot be proved and yet people sticking to it seems more like a fad. The initial few episodes seriously did brush a lot of physics basics which surely one forgets in this sea of IT services job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believer or not but the documentary is worth a watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114225839161687006?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114225839161687006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114225839161687006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114225839161687006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114225839161687006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/03/string-theory.html' title='String Theory'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114253561373924453</id><published>2006-03-16T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:56:46.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset Photographs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/There.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/There.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recenlty on my &lt;a href="http://anshulseth.com/coorg-trip-03.html"&gt;trip to Madikeri&lt;/a&gt; we reached a place called Raja's seat which is famous for its sunsets and sunrise. Sun happens to be quite photogenic and as I am learning photography, this is one of the things that I would definitely be trying to get better at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wandered around the park till the sun was quite high and never noticed that people were gathering around to see the sunset. We clicked loads of random pics of the flowers and buds at which Rohit is best at. Luckily we were in good time to notice the sunset to get my normal digicam into action. All pictures posted here are experimental and have different exposure times. After getting worse to ok kinds of results I thought of getting some tips from the net. Here are a few of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safety first:&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned here in this &lt;a href="http://www.apogeephoto.com/sept2004/wbird92004.shtml"&gt;page&lt;/a&gt;, one should avoid looking directly into the sun. Even at sunset or sunrise the sun can easily damage one's eyes and even for digicam users who would see on the lcd only it would be able to damage the camera. Never go taking photographs on a sunny day. Its important for digicam users especially as digicams keep taking exposures of what it sees to be shown on the LCD and hence their sensors are constantly exposed. Hence &lt;a href="http://malektips.com/digital_sunrise_sunset_0002.html"&gt;keep closing the lens&lt;/a&gt; when in front of direct sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly Sun doesn't pose for you:&lt;br /&gt;Its a rare chance or sheer effort to catch sun in the best of poses. We all know sun is round and have seen some NASA images about it but that's a different kind of &lt;a href="http://www.astropix.com/"&gt;astrophotography&lt;/a&gt;. What we are looking at is not the sun alone, but about sun in its surroundings which actually lends it a nice dimention. The clouds, the trees, the leaves and even perhaps traffic lights, buildings etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/Dark%20exposure.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 151px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/Dark%20exposure.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset and sunrises are faster than you imagine:&lt;br /&gt;In the photos that I have taken, I got hardly 5 mins of time with sun constantly moving down. So its hardly any time. So don't be miserly on the roll (I know digicam people wont mind)  and be fast and decisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation:&lt;br /&gt;Know the sunset and the sunrise times to be aware where you have to be and when. What I could find on the net are &lt;a href="http://aa.usno.navy.mil/data/docs/RS_OneDay.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;. But I think I will stick to intuition and mood. So I wont mind going an hour early on a day when I desperately want that sunrise or sunset. Just know the approximate time and be there an hour early would be my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/Half%20Down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 130px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/Half%20Down.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exposures:&lt;br /&gt;I think exposure should be depending on how much light you are getting on your camera. Best is to be a little conservative on exposing. Expose lesser than you imagine. Less exposure sometimes gets you nice results like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/When%20you%27re%20gone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 162px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/When%20you%27re%20gone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fter it:&lt;br /&gt;Sunsets might be the best but the glow after sunset is nothing less. Wait and take photographs of glow on the sky. More clouds the better. Safe for camera, safe for eyes and wonderful eye treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/a_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 172px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/a_005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset and sunrise times are also known as the golden times for photography. Even starters get startling results. As this tree which stands in nice contrast in the dim light of the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done a few crops on all the pictures posted here. They are purely not inspirational as they are far from good but as I am looking for the methods to make my next sunset snaps better, this whole post might be helpful for some of you who might want to pick up the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/Eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/Eye.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last tip I would like to add is sit back and enjoy the pics you take. See the deeper meaning in it. Atleast you can tell people that you already imagined it and then only you took that particular pic. Here's one where I imagine it as the eye and as you know I had this in my mind before taking the pic :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114253561373924453?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114253561373924453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114253561373924453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114253561373924453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114253561373924453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/03/sunset-photographs.html' title='Sunset Photographs'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114235529621057342</id><published>2006-03-14T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T12:31:16.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holi phir hai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/india-holi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/india-holi.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Holi to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have almost always enjoyed this festival. Almost because sometimes it has been just sitting at home and other times its been good blast. Some memorable ones which come to my mind are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Waking up a close friend and colouring as the eyes open. Friend who never played holi. To see the face in surprise and just out of sleep has been one of the best things to see on holi.&lt;br /&gt;2. Chasing a friend who did not want to get coloured. The guy on foot and we on bike. :)&lt;br /&gt;3. Paying the landlord 6K for dropping colour on floor. Shuks that was sad but wont forget that.&lt;br /&gt;4. Seeing a lot of Mysorians standing out of their houses to see us coloured people and murmuring (culture kharab kar denge ye north indians). Little did they know in our coloured faces that I was perhaps the only north indian. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its the mixing of cultures that would bring the best out of Indians. Its sad to see that a lot of so called Multinational Indian companies, calling them truly multinational in their work force also do not acknowledge holi and give  holiday. I appreciate Infosys for having a holiday for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its a wonderful time to be with friends and enjoy colours. I hope you all enjoy it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bura na maano holi hai'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114235529621057342?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114235529621057342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114235529621057342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114235529621057342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114235529621057342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/03/holi-phir-hai.html' title='Holi phir hai'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114223262847102721</id><published>2006-03-12T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:54:07.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BlankNoise</title><content type='html'>This post is mostly inspired by &lt;a href="http://blanknoiseproject.blogspot.com/"&gt;BlankNoise&lt;/a&gt; project which is against eve teasing. The blog-a-thon is over and I could get a lot of views to digest and produce some of my own (not as bad as things produced after digestion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see it as two things which are majorly responsible for eve-teasing/molestation etc :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First its lack of respect for the women. Those that are do this stuff are totally oblivion to the value of women to the society.  For them they are the weakest beings who are to be exploited and cannot revolt at any of their indecencies. One of the major reasons for their flourishing trade is the submission on the girls part and before I blame them, its the bad law enforcement which is the second reason I would be coming to. Societies where women share an equal place its hard for the society to tolerate such acts by some crack pots. The data given by &lt;a href="http://anshulseth.com/eve-teasing-a-menace-to-society-03.html"&gt;Anshul &lt;/a&gt;would be correct in telling that India would be standing in high ranks among the most unsafe places for women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing is the bad law enforcement. There are innumerable cases which are famous and have caught limelight. Those were courageous women who could say "I was molested" and face the world. My guessestimate would be that there would be some 100 to 1000 times such women who would not have mentioned about this to their husbands/brothers/mothers/fathers. Why do they fear that? Reason is that if they come out and talk about that we all know how bright chances they have in getting him pinned down and what better if the person is a rich asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum the above two points. The countries that treat women much better off than in India in terms of respect and have a good law enforcement, the cases are dead low. Just as a case mentioned here by &lt;a href="http://gauravsabnis.blogspot.com/2006/03/innocence-of-french-girls.html"&gt;Gaurav Sabnis' blog &lt;/a&gt;,I witnessed a scene in Zurich where I was returning at around 1 am in the morning. A group of girls were also returning from a party and were drunk, kind of girls who would be labeled what not as soon as we see them at such times and state. And after some time a big group of drunk guys also came. As my instincts said and would have happened in India with 200% probability, it did happen there also. A guy from the group could not control and went and started misbehaving and touching one of the girl in the group.  At the first sign that he was not going to do some "Hello my name is this and can we be friends" talk (because I don't think they would have got scared at that), she started shouting at him. The guy immediately retreated and  in fact all guys left the platform.  What I noticed is that the other girls did not even have to say a word, forget unity etc as one itself was enough. On the other side, none of the guys were forming a group behind this one guy as would have happened here. They all caught hold of him on hearing the girl shout and took him out. The respect as an equal other sex and the empowerment of women make them safe and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may shrugg off a million such incidents saying that those are possible there but not here. Its time such people look inwards. I think paying due respect is something anyone can do. Here I would like that its not an slumber from which only men have wake up from, its also the women who have to rise up and stop being submissive. Things will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all live in a conservative mould and while I utter these words I would like to put disclaimers that there can be a zillion definitions of words like conservatism, modernity, freedom etc. What I feel is that conservatism with respect, modernity with thoughts and understanding are some of the very positive ingredients of a change or cultural fusion which make a culture rich and eradicate the follies of the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114223262847102721?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114223262847102721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114223262847102721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114223262847102721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114223262847102721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/03/blanknoise.html' title='BlankNoise'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114197274561648897</id><published>2006-03-09T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T00:30:57.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>India-Pakistan</title><content type='html'>No I am not going to talk about any cricket nor any Kashmir. Its just about a small incident which made me think about the feelings we get whenever the words India and Pakistan are uttered together. And how strange it is to discover the people on the other side of the border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never met any of the Pakistanis in India but in my few stints outside India happened to meet or hear about a few of them. One was a typical example of how we perceive them and love to hear those stories of them. There was a guy who was in an Indian guy gang because all used to work in the same office and he would come out cursing the film makers whenever he went to watch Indi patriotic movies like Border etc. Quite natural to the image of Pakistanis who as we think are surely not going to believe in our glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its common for Indians to look for an Indian restaurant to get a taste of our own food and there are many of them who are Pakistani run but the names and ambiance is all Indian. I bet every  major European city will have a 'Taj Mahal' restaurant.  So it was a few visits to a variety of them which made me make some observations:&lt;br /&gt;- Generally recognizing you as Indians, the owners will tend to ask you sometimes where are you from and all that. In case you tell them you are Indian, most Pakistani restaurant owners will not confess they are Pakistanis. They would rather say we are from Punjab.&lt;br /&gt;- The Pakistani style food is quite the same as north Indian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hence we have an habit to shrug their attitude thinking its valid considering the relationship the countries share. But a recent incident changed this outlook a little. I happened to go to an "specialty Indienne" restaurant named 'Shameer' with a friend of mine who has been there in Paris for long. The same sequence of questions followed. "Where do you come from?" and we unanimously answered "India".  "Hindi bol lete ho?"  and we said  "Haan haan , kyon nahin!!". Then he asked where in India and all that and then when we asked where was he from and he said Pakistan. This itself was a little surprising but it had happened for me only once earlier when on too many questions on Punjab the person had said that he was in Pakistani Punjab which is almost the same as ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered some northie food and wine. The food was real good and so in the end I could not help complimenting the owner about the food. I also added that I had a similar good experience in another Pakistani restaurant in Zurich. I said I have started liking the Pakistani style of cooking. To which he replied you will be surprised to know that our cook is Indian. Also he could recognise the owners of the Zurich restaurant and told they too have an Indian cook. We had some talk and he left us till outside of the restaurant and it was a nice experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above was normal. Two days later another friend of mine had come down to meet me and he wanted to have Indian food and so I gave him this address. I had to leave back so I told him that he could go an have it. My friend was quite talkative and as it learn from him that when he went, the owner and he had a good discussion about how India and Pakistan are hardly different outside of India and how our politicians keep pulling the countries apart. And on top of that the owner did not even take the money from him. Pakistanis are hardly from rich backgrounds in those parts of the world and leaving some 30 euros for a lunch, just for a healthy discussion with an Indian is seriously moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall what I learn is that we on both sides of the border share quite similar feelings, have the same language, have the same food but yet even if I could go to all the places of the world but crossing the border would be the hardest thing an Indian could ever do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114197274561648897?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114197274561648897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114197274561648897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114197274561648897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114197274561648897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/03/india-pakistan.html' title='India-Pakistan'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-114120700090309130</id><published>2006-03-01T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T01:56:40.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Euphoria</title><content type='html'>The Indian music scene is good as we are having good numbers from Strings and Jal. Also A R Rehman is rocking with RDB songs. But amidst all this, one band is seriously missed and that is &lt;a href="http://www.dhoom.com/"&gt;Euphoria&lt;/a&gt; . A band which has its own style of music called indipop and has really given us good numbers like Maeri, Ab na ja, Dhoom, Tum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one band which has delivered good music at regular intervals. Palash is seen in a few songs for 'Hanuman' and some guest appearances here and there but is gone from the scene of indipop where he used to be best at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were rumours about the band splitting up and I just hope these are rumours only. The band seems to be growing as per their official website. I don't know whether some that have entered have replaced some people. Euphoria has mostly been a one man show with Palash doing the lyrics, Music and who can forget the vocals. But even with all this the people who make a complete album are the full band members. Lets hope that those that have entered and replaced band members stand up to the fine quality of music that their predecessors have given.&lt;br /&gt;And also with hope that Euphoria will create another Euphoria before its too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-114120700090309130?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/114120700090309130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=114120700090309130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114120700090309130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/114120700090309130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/03/wheres-euphoria.html' title='Where&apos;s Euphoria'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-113853291281971665</id><published>2006-01-29T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T10:42:07.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>हमारी हिन्दी</title><content type='html'>काफि दिनो से सोच रहा था कि हिन्दी पर कुछ लिखू पर हालात ये है कि ये ऐक पन्कति लिखने मे दो दिन लग गय है । पहले तो ऐक सोफटवेयर ढून्ढा फिर लिखना शुरु किया है । बस सीख रहा हू । पूरी कहानी के लिये अंगरेजि का सहारा लेता हू । हां पर कुछ दिनों मे जरूर हिन्दी मे पूरा लिखून्गा ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference when you reach an airline counter in India and talk to the lady sitting there in pure Hindi and when you talk to her in fluent English? India has its own set of languages and anyone not from India would guess that we would get better response when speaking in Hindi. But perhaps the answer is totally opposite. You get to be treated with much more attention and care if you speak in english and what's better if you do it with an american accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi is becoming the second sanskrit which is almost dead and totally dead for most part of India. I cannot count myself out of the people who have made this happen and I have also demonstrated by just not being able to type in hindi. Not because the keyboard is new but also because I have lost that fluency in hindi that I now have in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I visited my grand parents place and read a few hindi papers. Its a fact that an English daily pays well and so draws those who can write good. So the one who has good writing skills prefers to have them in English. Hindi papers are just filled with gossip and casual writing about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its high time people do notice that Hindi was our language and encourage its use by reading a hindi daily and at the very least honour a person who speaks in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hopes for hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-apurv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-113853291281971665?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/113853291281971665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=113853291281971665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/113853291281971665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/113853291281971665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='हमारी हिन्दी'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-113618525067535399</id><published>2006-01-01T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T02:51:27.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DCH to Wayanad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/12a%20-%20Wayanad%20Tea%20Plantation%20on%20way%20to%20Menmutty%20waterfalls.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/12a%20-%20Wayanad%20Tea%20Plantation%20on%20way%20to%20Menmutty%20waterfalls.5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wonderful Wayanad! I'll start with the summary. It's a great retreat into the lap of nature with its beautiful hills, tea gardens and waterfalls. I think the fact that it has not been touched by many tourists till now leaves it in such un trammeled form. Now that's the word used for many things in Wayanad on many websites we must have looked at for places to see.So this travelogue is for my trip with my friends to Wayanad. New year's eve was approaching and all people start planning about the 31st night celebrations. A long time back we had a plan to go to Goa, a la DCH, but then as most long term plans fail this one was doomed to atleast for three of us. Some or the other thing put it off. In fact till 29th we were not sure we were going anywhere and if we were going to be sitting at home watching bollywood stars dance on TV and shout out new year, an indication for getting up and going to sleep. But somehow we had Rishi pumping up people to go to Goa again and so me and Anshul were ready to settle for something less demanding than that and so came the idea of Wayanad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we 3 hired an Indica with a driver whose name I could understand was something like Illinois. Anshul and Rishi had to come from Bangalore and the trip was to start early morning on Saturday. And so we did after a good Friday night at mysore with &lt;a href="http://languidbeckonings.blogspot.com/2005/11/ode-to-legendary-rc.html"&gt;Raju chacha&lt;/a&gt; food. We were promptly up by 5 totally charged up for the trip that lay ahead. We had planned such an early start also because we could not book any hotel in advance. But as no one was in mood to back off (me perhaps the least) we had decided to go ahead with this and about the night we shall figure out there only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/Sunrise2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 167px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/Sunrise2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were properly planned (most of them by instructions from Anshul). The things to carry along had been shopped on Friday night and so we had just to put them in a bag and carry. We also took a blanket for safety if we finally had to sleep in the taxi. With all things set we embarked on our journey. It was not such a wrong decision to start that early. We could see a wonderful sunrise in the morning on the way. Its one of those rare things you don't usually see in day to day life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/Road2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 159px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/Road2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey on NH212 is mostly good as the highway is nicely made with lush green fields on either side of the road. It was a nice drive and we kept stopping wherever we could see things to click or for tea etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had loads of printouts but no one had gone thru them thinking the other would have. As every software engineer does the collection of data was promptly done. So we used to sometimes pick it up and think of what all we should see and the data was so much to decide anything conclusively. In between we would ask Illinois and his advice would have something about him that would put you off from believing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first halt came amidst confusion of stopping or not stopping. It was Muthanga wildlife sanctuary. This place is supposedly known for Tiger, Deers and Elephants &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/06%20-%20Wayanad%20Mutunga%20Wildlife%20Sanctuary.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 176px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/06%20-%20Wayanad%20Mutunga%20Wildlife%20Sanctuary.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;predominantly. We took a forest jeep to go about 15 Kms inside the forest to try out luck spotting any of these. For about 5 kms we could not even see a single species of animals except each other in the jeep. And on top of that the Malyali speaking guide was trying to show anything that moved in the forest. The best was when he showed a chicken walking nearby. Anshul and he surely had a laugh to share for a long time after that. Luck could help us only to the level to be able to see deers and some wild pigs. It was a dusty ride with us standing out of the jeep and all our clothes were covered with dust and hairs had turned nice brown shade. Overall be cautious of this place, there are loads of good places lying ahead and this is an avoidable thing for people planning a visit to wayanad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/OutdoorTrail.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 194px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/OutdoorTrail.0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made a move as soon as this was over. And our first target was Sultan Batheri. To get the perspective, Wayanad is a district totally in forests and hence there is no particular central place as we had imagined to go to. Its like you enter the forest and then there are small small areas of population and some resorts have sprung up there in the past 2-3 years. So Sultan Batheri is the first place nearest to Karnataka border where you'll find a few hotels and some population. So broadly the major population centres are :&lt;br /&gt;Sultan Bathery, Kalpetta and perhaps Mananthavady (one we could not go). So the plan was to keep seeing places till its dark and then find a place to stay and sleep for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Hotel was assured by Illinois so we didn't bother.&lt;br /&gt;So the next stop we decided was Edakkal Caves. These caves have carvings which are supposed to be more than 5000 years old. Edakkal needs about 2 km walk up the hill from the place where the cars can go. Do not miss the nice pineapple on the way we had it hesitating and then Anshul almost could eat one pineapple (we all did actually). They have a typical style of keeping pineapple slices with chilly, whatever it may be but it tasted wonderful and yes sweet. Caves allow entry only till 5 pm in the evening and require you to be in a mood to climb around 200 steps. So forget it in case you are coming after climbing Chembra or something. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/Eddakal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 156px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/Eddakal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The steps are mostly guarded by railing. The view while climbing is spectacular and you can see the vast forest lying below. Kerela tourism has done its bit by putting "trainees" (I don't know where) batch wearing volunteers to help out people by telling the history of the place. They even help out people who find it difficult to climb up or come down. So as we come to know that the place had Tamil and Sanskrit inscriptions, visual symbols and surprisingly one side of the cave wall still is un-deciphered. The cave is called edakkal as 'Eda' means between and 'Kal' means a rock in Malyalam. (pardon me their meanings are exchanged). There is a huge rock stuck on top of you and you can imagine your fate if it just slips over you. The site of the jungle from the telescope is also good. We walked down for our next destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next destination was a dam nearby of which we could not find a motorable way. It did seem un-natural that an advertised tourist spot could not be reached by a car. Surprising!! But we gave up and decided to go see water. Meenamutty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Meenamutty is &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/17%20-%20Wayanad%20Menmutty%20waterfalls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 172px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/17%20-%20Wayanad%20Menmutty%20waterfalls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the biggest waterfall of Wayanad. We could only reach till a point in the tea gardens which said Meenamutty 4 kms. I never believed that the main tourist attraction of Wayanad could not be approached beyond 4 km of it. Only later we were to discover that about 2 km of this stretch was into the most treacherous and steep decent to the water fall. Actually this place is better not recommended for the faint of the heart and especially girls wearing anything less flexible than a jeans. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/15%20-%20Wayanad%20Public%20Bath%20in%20Menmutty%20waterfalls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 170px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/15%20-%20Wayanad%20Public%20Bath%20in%20Menmutty%20waterfalls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Falls is a wonderful sight and taking bath in the pool created near it (I mean don't even think of standing in its way) is a wonderful paisa wasool. Just staring at the might of the fall from beneath it is captivating. A boy from the coffee garden escorted us through this way to the falls and helped us get down till there. Without him it was impossible to reach there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we searched for a resort and stayed. The room was ok kinds and considering that we were ready to sleep in the taxi if there was no room available due to new year rush, this was very good. There was a campfire and a tribal dance. Though I was sure these tribals were no other than people who would be cleaning our rooms in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/1600/Sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 142px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/726/320/Sunrise.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning was in a quite lake called Pookat lake near our resort. Lake offered kayaking and pedal boats. This is a small lake but with nice clean water and amidst nice surroundings. This place has a nice outlet for kerela local spices, honey etc. Worth purchasing all things in small quantities to try. Has weird offerings like Coconut jaggery, lemon tree oil, and a lot of powders with names in malyalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Lakkidi. Its a view point on the side of the road. Offers great views of the valley. But I feel this place would look like heaven in rainy season (but then you'll surely miss Meenamutty falls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was our return with all our talks of our college days, anshul's crushes and pahuja's marriage plans with me adding my silly anecdotes on songs. This was the DCH trip to Wayanad ,one which we all will remember for long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-113618525067535399?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/113618525067535399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=113618525067535399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/113618525067535399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/113618525067535399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2006/01/dch-to-wayanad.html' title='DCH to Wayanad'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-113324312819029594</id><published>2005-11-29T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T21:45:28.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summit of Mysore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The state of the Mysore Chamundi Hills has been on my mind since my last visit to the hill with one of my friend from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hyderabad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. One in which he was quite impressed by its calmness, and views it gives of the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mysore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; city. I have been fortunate enough to have taken rides or a walk up to the Chamundi at all times of the day. Thanks to the visitors who come to visit me and that I have this one thing to show them the in the various good things of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mysore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. Its really a place that should not be missed. The mornings are a little foggy at times with the cold wind which gives a feeling of being on a nice hill station. The height of the hill is not that much at 3000 ft but it surely is one tall natural structure in the contrast to the surrounding flat city.&lt;br /&gt;My friend as I said liked the nice ride up the hill and the sights it could give but the blot on this beauty was the dump of garbage lying just at the city view spot. There is a spot from where people love to park their vehicles and have a look at the vast landscape below. The spot also gives a nice sight of the city place and many a people flock to see the Sunday lighting of the palace from the top. It is a wonderful moment to see the palace lights switched on from the top. It almost shines like a jewel in the crown of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mysore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. But unfortunately people bring loads of eatables, chips etc and in their fun leave all that at the place only. The spot now can be mistaken by someone to be a municipal dumping ground.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the actions taken by the Chamundi hill caretakers to declare it a no plastic zone but the implementation is not perfect. It would be wrong to say that its totally inept as the roads are pretty clean up and yes its difficult to find plastics thrown everywhere but there are a few spots where its a sad sight.&lt;br /&gt;In today's TOI I also see the article of stalling the ropeway up Chamundi. Its a wonderful idea and one which will go on to generate a lot of revenue for Chamundi hills and for protection of its surroundings. Increase in number of visitors on the hill top does not harm the flora and fauna. By introducing the ropeway the bus up Chamundi can be de-commissioned which actually pollutes the surroundings with loads of smoke and loud noise. This will not totally remove road traffic on the hill but reduce it drastically. Less traffic on the road means more environment friendly jungle around it. I feel this is one initiative which should not be stopped even at the costs it might take initially. Later the costs will surely be recovered from the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the good things going on Chamundi is perhaps the INEP (Indo Norwegian Environment Program) which is aimed at conserving and increasing the natural resources of the hill. The only thing that should be taken care that while so many efforts are made in one direction we do not forget the basics. Installing dustbins at the visited tourist spots and also at other stray location will atleast prompt the aware to make use of them. For those who are careless enough would need to be educated of fined for enforcing a policy for clean and natural Chamundi hills.&lt;br /&gt;With the good efforts of people and with the grace of Chamundeshwari, it’s not a miracle that we have a international tourist destination with rich natural flora and fauna and loads of good money flowing in from tourists.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;-aps&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-113324312819029594?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/113324312819029594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=113324312819029594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/113324312819029594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/113324312819029594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/11/summit-of-mysore.html' title='Summit of Mysore'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-113318155144229891</id><published>2005-11-28T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T04:39:11.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangalore needs no half measures</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;A recent visit of mine to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:City&gt; has prompted me to write this about &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. The city is growing beyond its capacity. It has literally exploded with people. You get down at the railway station and the stairs up the bridge connecting the platforms can easily be interpreted by Golaiths as a stick on which ants are climbing up. This is the state with all the sticks up the bridge. Not long back there was a stampede on this station and yet no signs are visible of improvements.   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It rains almost every evening and the roads are more pot holes than roads itself. How I wish everyone was so rich to be owning a Dicor and making his own road. The traffic problem in my view cannot be solved by half measures like making one ways etc. The city needs to expansion horizontally with bigger roads and flyovers. Cities like &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mysore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; need to be connected well enough so that people opt to stay there and commute the 2 hour journey. It might sound funny but with a fast lane highway which might be coming in a few days the Mysore-Bangalore travel would be reduced to 2 hours and this is the time many of the people spend reaching the electronic city.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its high time the care takers of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; wake up from their slumber and sit down planning the future growth of the city. It has a great potential to be one of the most prosperous cities of India but only if the current problems are adressed. As the days is not far when people like me who enjoy the luxuries of a smaller town Mysore pack their bags and move for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-113318155144229891?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/113318155144229891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=113318155144229891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/113318155144229891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/113318155144229891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/11/bangalore-needs-no-half-measures.html' title='Bangalore needs no half measures'/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111965105308077815</id><published>2005-06-24T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T15:10:53.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000073.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000073.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold Fire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111965105308077815?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111965105308077815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111965105308077815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/cold-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9766731.post-111965039898657527</id><published>2005-06-24T14:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:59:58.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000202.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000202.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud Seagull&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111965039898657527?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111965039898657527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111965039898657527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111965039898657527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111965039898657527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/proud-seagull.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111965037548386813</id><published>2005-06-24T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:59:35.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000085.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000085.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lake Limmat Zurich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111965037548386813?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111965037548386813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111965037548386813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111965037548386813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111965037548386813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/lake-limmat-zurich.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111965036436645501</id><published>2005-06-24T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:59:24.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000013.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000012.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 start from Webermuhele&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111965036436645501?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111965036436645501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111965036436645501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111965036436645501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111965036436645501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-2-start-from-webermuhele.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111965003585508968</id><published>2005-06-24T14:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:53:55.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC00112.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC00112.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghar hai ya jungle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111965003585508968?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111965003585508968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111965003585508968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111965003585508968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111965003585508968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/ghar-hai-ya-jungle.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111965001324557437</id><published>2005-06-24T14:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:53:33.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC00107.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC00107.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lion Memorial Luzern&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111965001324557437?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111965001324557437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111965001324557437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111965001324557437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111965001324557437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/lion-memorial-luzern.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964998242992169</id><published>2005-06-24T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:53:02.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC001131.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC001131.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilatus as seen from luzern&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964998242992169?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964998242992169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964998242992169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964998242992169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964998242992169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/pilatus-as-seen-from-luzern.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964993625116135</id><published>2005-06-24T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:52:16.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC00110.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC00110.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vee42 conlave at Lion Memorial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964993625116135?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964993625116135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964993625116135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964993625116135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964993625116135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/vee42-conlave-at-lion-memorial.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964991352683774</id><published>2005-06-24T14:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:51:53.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC00101.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC00101.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badhe chalo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964991352683774?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964991352683774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964991352683774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964991352683774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964991352683774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/badhe-chalo.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964989811671149</id><published>2005-06-24T14:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:51:38.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC00099.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC00099.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church in Luzern&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964989811671149?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964989811671149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964989811671149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964989811671149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964989811671149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/church-in-luzern.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964988898574199</id><published>2005-06-24T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:51:28.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000981.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000981.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry realising he is in swiss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964988898574199?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964988898574199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964988898574199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964988898574199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964988898574199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/harry-realising-he-is-in-swiss.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964987171519018</id><published>2005-06-24T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:51:11.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000961.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000961.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kya expression hai. dono ke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964987171519018?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964987171519018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964987171519018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964987171519018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964987171519018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/kya-expression-hai.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964985000076143</id><published>2005-06-24T14:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:50:50.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000781.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000781.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Gandola&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964985000076143?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964985000076143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964985000076143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964985000076143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964985000076143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/from-gandola.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964983812570639</id><published>2005-06-24T14:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:50:38.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC00077.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC00077.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheel clock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964983812570639?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964983812570639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964983812570639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964983812570639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964983812570639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/wheel-clock.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964981504961577</id><published>2005-06-24T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:50:15.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000753.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000753.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punishment: bench par khade ho jao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964981504961577?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964981504961577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964981504961577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964981504961577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964981504961577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/punishment-bench-par-khade-ho-jao.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964978983092554</id><published>2005-06-24T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:49:49.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000731.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000731.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was on Thomlishorn and scared us like anything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964978983092554?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964978983092554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964978983092554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964978983092554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964978983092554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-one-was-on-thomlishorn-and-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964977784024127</id><published>2005-06-24T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:49:37.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000703.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000703.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lens view&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964977784024127?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964977784024127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964977784024127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964977784024127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964977784024127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/lens-view.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964973168585619</id><published>2005-06-24T14:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:48:51.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000713.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000713.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoda aur peeche..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964973168585619?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964973168585619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964973168585619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964973168585619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964973168585619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/thoda-aur-peeche.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964971072419188</id><published>2005-06-24T14:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:48:30.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000671.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000671.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that's the worlds steepest cogwheel train&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964971072419188?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964971072419188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964971072419188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964971072419188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964971072419188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-thats-worlds-steepest-cogwheel.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964969649716741</id><published>2005-06-24T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:48:16.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC00066.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC00066.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still on the trail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964969649716741?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964969649716741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964969649716741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964969649716741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964969649716741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/still-on-trail.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964967201454723</id><published>2005-06-24T14:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:47:52.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC00064.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC00064.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trail to thomlisorn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964967201454723?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964967201454723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964967201454723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964967201454723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964967201454723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/trail-to-thomlisorn.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964965140354679</id><published>2005-06-24T14:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:47:31.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC00058.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC00058.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragon who saves people on pilatus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964965140354679?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964965140354679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964965140354679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964965140354679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964965140354679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/dragon-who-saves-people-on-pilatus.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964962850799932</id><published>2005-06-24T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:47:08.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000592.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000592.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost of pilatus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964962850799932?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964962850799932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964962850799932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964962850799932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964962850799932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/ghost-of-pilatus.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964961314403619</id><published>2005-06-24T14:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:46:53.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC00060.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC00060.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living on the edge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964961314403619?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964961314403619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964961314403619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964961314403619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964961314403619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/living-on-edge.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964960194166675</id><published>2005-06-24T14:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:46:41.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC00062.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC00062.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool vibhu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964960194166675?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964960194166675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964960194166675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964960194166675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964960194166675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/cool-vibhu.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964958288296638</id><published>2005-06-24T14:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:46:22.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC00057.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC00057.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cave man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964958288296638?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964958288296638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964958288296638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964958288296638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964958288296638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/cave-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964956431192809</id><published>2005-06-24T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:46:04.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC00056.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC00056.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which way..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964956431192809?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964956431192809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964956431192809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964956431192809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964956431192809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/which-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964955409758912</id><published>2005-06-24T14:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:45:54.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000551.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000551.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting for a trail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964955409758912?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964955409758912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964955409758912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964955409758912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964955409758912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/starting-for-trail.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964953869520838</id><published>2005-06-24T14:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:45:38.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000541.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000541.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what an expression&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964953869520838?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964953869520838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964953869520838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964953869520838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964953869520838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-what-expression.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964952114056711</id><published>2005-06-24T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:45:21.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000522.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000522.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud no.. hmm. 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964952114056711?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964952114056711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964952114056711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964952114056711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964952114056711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/cloud-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964949147630637</id><published>2005-06-24T14:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:44:51.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000482.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000482.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing seen beyond a limit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964949147630637?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964949147630637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964949147630637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964949147630637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964949147630637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/nothing-seen-beyond-limit.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964945838121930</id><published>2005-06-24T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:44:18.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000431.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000431.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vee42 Conquers Pilatus peak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964945838121930?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964945838121930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964945838121930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964945838121930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964945838121930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/vee42-conquers-pilatus-peak.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964942048223854</id><published>2005-06-24T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:43:40.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000422.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000422.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud strikes the mountain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964942048223854?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964942048223854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964942048223854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964942048223854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964942048223854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/cloud-strikes-mountain.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964938457573980</id><published>2005-06-24T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:43:04.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000381.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000381.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trails seen from Pilatus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964938457573980?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964938457573980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964938457573980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964938457573980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964938457573980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/trails-seen-from-pilatus.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964936528783341</id><published>2005-06-24T14:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:42:45.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000341.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000341.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rocky patches on Pilatus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964936528783341?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964936528783341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964936528783341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964936528783341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964936528783341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/rocky-patches-on-pilatus.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964932443843821</id><published>2005-06-24T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:42:04.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000293.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000293.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just scenic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964932443843821?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964932443843821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964932443843821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964932443843821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964932443843821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-scenic.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964930774720210</id><published>2005-06-24T14:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:41:47.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000272.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000272.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilatus Cogwheel train&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964930774720210?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964930774720210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964930774720210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964930774720210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964930774720210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/pilatus-cogwheel-train.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964928781445687</id><published>2005-06-24T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:41:27.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000242.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000242.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the train&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964928781445687?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964928781445687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964928781445687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964928781445687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964928781445687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/view-from-train.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964926169631204</id><published>2005-06-24T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:41:01.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000222.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000222.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964926169631204?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964926169631204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964926169631204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964926169631204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964926169631204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/posing.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964909103709330</id><published>2005-06-24T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:38:11.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000174.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000174.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cogwheel track&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964909103709330?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964909103709330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964909103709330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964909103709330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964909103709330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/cogwheel-track.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964907641012637</id><published>2005-06-24T14:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:37:56.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000142.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000142.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the cogwheel train&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964907641012637?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964907641012637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964907641012637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964907641012637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964907641012637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/from-cogwheel-train.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964906397734996</id><published>2005-06-24T14:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:37:43.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000121.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000121.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videography&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964906397734996?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964906397734996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964906397734996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964906397734996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964906397734996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/videography.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964903133676952</id><published>2005-06-24T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:37:11.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000111.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000111.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kya angle hai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964903133676952?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964903133676952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964903133676952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964903133676952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964903133676952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/kya-angle-hai.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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-9766731.post-111964901210196462</id><published>2005-06-24T14:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:36:52.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/640/DSC000072.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/4389/400/DSC000072.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Alpanasch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9766731-111964901210196462?l=apurvashukla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/feeds/111964901210196462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9766731&amp;postID=111964901210196462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964901210196462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9766731/posts/default/111964901210196462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apurvashukla.blogspot.com/2005/06/at-alpanasch.html' title=''/><author><name>Aps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714080590768486759</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></feed>
