<?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-2445769454666828280</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:12:02.844+05:30</updated><category term='public rituals'/><category term='Innovation'/><category term='late rise'/><category term='packaging'/><category term='Cause'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='Simulation'/><category term='my passions'/><category term='Mother of all inventions'/><category term='Road safety'/><category term='just have to see you'/><category term='Ramayana'/><category term='Bikes'/><category term='let him sleep'/><category term='The start'/><category term='farewells'/><category term='karol bagh'/><category term='MBA'/><category term='Zen and art of motorcycle maintenace'/><category term='fate'/><category term='Online Quiz'/><category term='FaceBook'/><category term='sunrise Vs Sunset'/><category term='biking'/><category term='haircolor'/><category term='Billy Joel'/><category term='Bollywood'/><category term='enfield'/><category term='balboa'/><category term='. . .'/><category term='roads'/><category term='delhi'/><category term='headlights'/><category term='late sleep'/><category term='WTF'/><category term='Disillusioned'/><category term='procrastination'/><category term='Harry Chapin'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='Bad Movies'/><category term='bye bye bad memories'/><category term='social media kills socializing'/><category term='Thank God'/><category term='Locus of control'/><category term='wanna kill that nai'/><category term='Brand Innovation'/><category term='sugarcane tea'/><category term='Cats in the cradle'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Drive Slow'/><category term='twisted thinking'/><category term='obama&apos;s peace prize'/><category term='Wake up sid'/><category term='Vicious circle'/><category term='ranbir kapoor'/><category term='2AM Rant'/><category term='Wishlist for science'/><category term='destiny'/><category term='life and all'/><category term='Competition'/><category term='peep into the future'/><category term='Effect'/><category term='Wild hogs'/><category term='morale degradation'/><category term='Sales fundas'/><category term='cool new friend'/><category term='Mr S'/><category term='hard work'/><category term='traffic'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Love Aaj aur Kal'/><title type='text'>Sublime Rant</title><subtitle type='html'>I am here,like most of the others to connect,share and interact with other bloggers, like minded,unlike minded or never minded!
Another reason I write is that I have started believing in the therapeutic influence of blogging or writing. Dont take that on face value, try it out.
And what would I write?
Anything and everything, there are already enough rules and protocols to abide with,none here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445769454666828280.post-3315604923824893546</id><published>2011-06-17T10:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-17T10:18:50.393+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public rituals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'>Religion should be confined within the walls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's good to love the Gods and believe in their powers and doing stuff to appease them. I have no problems with that. But who gave you the rights to do these stuff on the road, right on the road, during maddening office rush hours when men and women&amp;nbsp;possessing&amp;nbsp;sanity and wisdom are on the verge of nervous breakdown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We need to learn some civic sense. Serving cold sweet water to everyone and anyone may be an act of "Punya kamana" but the half a kilometer long trail of traffic jam is no sweet a sight and the ensuing tempers of those caught in the jam, is far away from being sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2445769454666828280-3315604923824893546?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/3315604923824893546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2011/06/religion-should-be-confined-within.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/3315604923824893546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/3315604923824893546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2011/06/religion-should-be-confined-within.html' title='Religion should be confined within the walls.'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</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-2445769454666828280.post-8684014551736248074</id><published>2011-06-07T00:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-07T00:40:59.616+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life and all'/><title type='text'>Life is unfair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It is unfair that life is fair for someone and unfair for others. And I am not being jealous here. My only grudge here is that the for those&amp;nbsp;privileged&amp;nbsp;ones for whom life&amp;nbsp;isn't&amp;nbsp;exaclty a battle and struggle of household budgets and existence and completing chores should be considerate for the others.&lt;br /&gt;Baaki life hain, chalti rahegi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-8684014551736248074?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/8684014551736248074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-is-unfair.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/8684014551736248074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/8684014551736248074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-is-unfair.html' title='Life is unfair'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</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-2445769454666828280.post-105553002260855264</id><published>2011-05-20T18:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-20T18:57:15.850+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farewells'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBA'/><title type='text'>Those painful farewells</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"&gt;Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together?&amp;nbsp; I guess that wouldn't work.&amp;nbsp; Someone would leave.&amp;nbsp; Someone always leaves.&amp;nbsp; Then we would have to say good-bye.&amp;nbsp; I hate good-byes.&amp;nbsp; I know what I need.&amp;nbsp; I need more hellos.&amp;nbsp; ~Charles M. Schulz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330000; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;My life's most beautiful year(yet?) comes to an end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330000; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I am loaded with nostalgia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330000; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Friendships where nothing else mattered, except that we were friends. No one was judged or measured, we were what we were, never trying to be someone or something. That is bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330000; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330000; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Memories galore, I will miss each and every one of the class of 2010-11.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330000; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Time to hit back the corporate world. And hopefully, hit hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330000; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330000; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330000; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330000; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330000; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-105553002260855264?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/105553002260855264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2011/05/those-painful-farewells.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/105553002260855264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/105553002260855264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2011/05/those-painful-farewells.html' title='Those painful farewells'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</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-2445769454666828280.post-1955510602199481930</id><published>2011-03-01T12:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-01T12:48:41.223+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Online Quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simulation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Competition'/><title type='text'>Reality Show For The Brainy! - Unleash the CEO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Disclaimer: - This is a competition where I am associated as an organizer. I have a vested interest to promote it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unleash the CEO is a multi city 3 staged competition to find the best CEO potential candidate. You can call it a reality show with a difference. You won't have to face a deluge of abuses (We have no raghu and the likes).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You would be put into simulated environment where you would face&amp;nbsp;challenges that a CEO faces in his job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a 3 staged competition. The first stage is an Online test for 30 mins that would be open to participants in next two days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eminent CEOs from the industry would judge the final participants in an exciting and thrilling round on 3rd of April at Hyaat Regency, Pune. &amp;nbsp;Ganesh Natrajan, CEO - Zensar Technologies would be one of the esteemed panelists to judge the last round participants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Winner takes home Rs 500,000 and runner ups Rs 200,000.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Give it a shot fellow bloggers. &amp;nbsp;Join&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/UnleashTheCEO"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/UnleashTheCEO&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for registration, rules,event schedule and constant updates and&amp;nbsp;mini contests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-1955510602199481930?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/1955510602199481930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2011/03/reality-show-for-brainy-unleash-ceo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/1955510602199481930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/1955510602199481930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2011/03/reality-show-for-brainy-unleash-ceo.html' title='Reality Show For The Brainy! - Unleash the CEO'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</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-2445769454666828280.post-8040591911935460877</id><published>2011-01-27T01:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-03T09:56:05.559+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morale degradation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disillusioned'/><title type='text'>Ashamed to be an Indian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;I woke up today morning and glanced at the newspaper and the headlines shocked me. I was deeply disturbed and agitated upon reading it. I am in Pune, so not sure if this made headlines in other parts of the country.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;An IAS officer (deputy collector) was burnt alive by some goons from oil mafia in broad daylight. He was on duty and was inspecting the oil adulteration allegations against some stockists in the Nashik District of Maharashtra.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;I am horrified, scared and worried. I have the usual hatred for the system, politicians, the bureaucracy, the inefficient policing, the rampant corruption et al.&amp;nbsp; But there is something more which has made me cold towards this country. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;Just reflect upon the gruesome incident that occurred today.&amp;nbsp; Greed to make more money which gives arise to illegal practices, cooking up numbers in balance sheets, bending laws is still tolerable. But how do you explain this. How can someone kill another person (and that too burning alive) to make some extra bucks.&amp;nbsp; And this is not an isolated case.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;Some son of a bitch kills someone on not being served drinks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;Sometime back an IIM guy working in Indian oil in UP was killed for the same reasons.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;An MLA rapes a Dalit woman (Banda rape case)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;Some Railway Protection Force personal throw a passenger from a moving train.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;Sometime back an elderly person driving a car was killed by a biker and his fellow friends in broad day light in the national capital in a road rage incident. He was hit by rods and hockey sticks on his skull by these bikers.&amp;nbsp; The most disturbing part is that these bikers were not seasoned criminals. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;I can still bear the 2G scams and the likes. But incidents like these leave me restless. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;We as a society are transcending boundaries which separate the civilized and the uncivilized.&amp;nbsp; It’s like a moral degradation. I am not sure what’s wrong or how do things become normal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;Where are we heading. It’s a rotten system we are living in and living precariously. We may not realize it but most of our lives may appear all hunky dory. But mind you, its just an illusion. As long as you mind your path and be oblivious to things around it will be all OK. Moment you take notice of the rotten part of the system, or come across “their” path, you would be wiped out. That may sound like straight out of the movies and very disillusioned but that is how i feel now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;Perhaps Gandhi ji had figured it out. See no evil, say no evil, and hear no evil. Perhaps he was giving out a clue on how to live in this country.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;RIP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;Yashwant Sonawane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-8040591911935460877?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/8040591911935460877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2011/01/ashamed-to-be-indian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/8040591911935460877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/8040591911935460877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2011/01/ashamed-to-be-indian.html' title='Ashamed to be an Indian'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</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-2445769454666828280.post-970217172832568005</id><published>2010-12-28T09:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-28T09:56:24.393+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packaging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brand Innovation'/><title type='text'>What are they selling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As students of marketing (I am doing an year long MBA, that is one reason of long hiatus at the blog) we were required to study a product in the retail outlets in the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was blown away with the kind of communication these products had on their packaging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are some of the things mentioned on the packaging of this product. Let me see if you could guess what is the product.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i) Aloe Vera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ii)Milk Protein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;iii)Moisturizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;iv)Neem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;v)Tulsi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The product I am talking about is Mosquito Repellents.  Yes that is how the sticky,smelly old Odomos is being sold now. With fancy packaging of Gel, Cream (packaging looks like facewash and smells great too) and even Lotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear marketers, thats some smart innovation and lot of lies to sell something so poisonous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/2445769454666828280-970217172832568005?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/970217172832568005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-are-they-selling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/970217172832568005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/970217172832568005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-are-they-selling.html' title='What are they selling?'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</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-2445769454666828280.post-8500746246112108270</id><published>2010-12-20T02:34:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-20T03:21:01.538+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Locus of control'/><title type='text'>Are you in charge of your destiny ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello to the handful people who read this. I so wanted to write in the past many weeks, but my writer's block seems to be growing as big as our politicians' appetite for corruption. There may not be light at the end of the tunnel on the corruption end, but I figured out something for my dear blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We often deliberate about what determines what happens to ourselves in life, how our life shapes up, what are the outcomes of our efforts, etc. Some of us strongly believe in destiny, fate whereas some strongly believe that there life is determined by what they do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is your orientation on this? Take this test and see what your belief is. In technical jargons its called Locus of Control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While taking the test answer the questions as honestly as possible. Do not think a lot and be spontaneous on your answers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mindtools.com/pages/article/newCDV_90.htm"&gt;http://www.mindtools.com/pages/article/newCDV_90.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-8500746246112108270?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/8500746246112108270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2010/12/are-you-in-charge-of-your-destiny.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/8500746246112108270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/8500746246112108270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2010/12/are-you-in-charge-of-your-destiny.html' title='Are you in charge of your destiny ?'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</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-2445769454666828280.post-1953931754646337719</id><published>2010-10-30T19:22:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-31T01:01:40.229+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FaceBook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media kills socializing'/><title type='text'>Facebook is a stupid idiot!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Deep down inside I too know that Facebook is a stupid idiot but I still love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The irony of the matter is that the only way people are telling each other that Facebook is a stupid idiot is through Facebook!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do watch the complete song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oeM7FxtXT_c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oeM7FxtXT_c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-1953931754646337719?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/1953931754646337719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2010/10/facebook-is-stupid-idiot.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/1953931754646337719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/1953931754646337719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2010/10/facebook-is-stupid-idiot.html' title='Facebook is a stupid idiot!!'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</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-2445769454666828280.post-222412248691002642</id><published>2010-10-08T23:29:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-09T02:21:32.454+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twisted thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Innovation'/><title type='text'>The Reason behind Why USA is the most advanced country found out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I have cracked the real reason behind why America is the most advanced country in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is the common binding factor among HP (Hewlett Packard), Apple, Google, Ebay, Facebook, Youtube,  Linkedin, Digg ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes they all got started in America. But there is something more. All of these companies started in a &lt;b&gt;Garage&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don’t you get it? It is the presence of Garage in the Real Estate in USA that inadvertently caused creation of these companies. Any creation requires innovation and innovation generally happens when you have your own peaceful den, where you are a free soul and can do what you want to do without the hustle bustle of household chores and distractions.  That’s what garages provide you. It is mind’s fertile playground which gives rise to imagination and idea creation. Almost all American homes have garages whereas almost none of the Indian homes or Chinese homes have garages like the ones I am talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So now we know what has to be done to achieve the growth goals of India. Make garages and let the teenagers and youngsters recline and unwind in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-222412248691002642?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/222412248691002642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2010/10/reason-behind-why-usa-is-most-advanced.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/222412248691002642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/222412248691002642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2010/10/reason-behind-why-usa-is-most-advanced.html' title='The Reason behind Why USA is the most advanced country found out!'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445769454666828280.post-5375623702598393159</id><published>2010-01-28T08:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-28T08:57:19.907+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drive Slow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road safety'/><title type='text'>Why Road Accidents Happen</title><content type='html'>I think now I know why road accidents happen. No, its not bad roads,poor infrastructure, the unexpected dog or a cow appearing in front of you or an idiot overtaking you from the left. &lt;br /&gt;You know what's the absolute root cause behind an accident? It's the belief that "It cannot happen to me". That's what my driver believed in. We were driving in zero visibility fog around 8 in the morning from Agra to Delhi yesterday. The driver was doing atleast 50-60 Kmph, way too fast for a zero visibility fog. He simply thought that he could never be one of the car debris you see along the highways. And that's almost what happened. There was a truck standing still right in the middle of the road, just out of thin air. We rammed into it. May be 6 inches from death. Completely jolted and numb. And when we realized that we are still alive, a bus rammed into us from behind. We came out unhurt, the kind of miracles we read in the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons Learnt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i)There is no heroism in driving fast. No achievement in reaching your destination 15 minutes earlier. I believed in that, I hope that driver, couple of my friends and everybody else does so.&lt;br /&gt;ii)Cars should not even start if the seat belts are not put on.&lt;br /&gt;iii) The broken glass and the dented metal you see in the accidents could very well been your teeth and bones. I think its good to be paranoid while driving. Like constructive criticism there is something called positive or constructive paranoia. When anything could appear out of nowhere, a pothole,an open manhole,a tractor jumping over the divider, why not be prepared for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have started beleiving in God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-5375623702598393159?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/5375623702598393159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-road-accidents-happen.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/5375623702598393159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/5375623702598393159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-road-accidents-happen.html' title='Why Road Accidents Happen'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445769454666828280.post-1836731066134196717</id><published>2010-01-17T13:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:12:49.293+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugarcane tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sales fundas'/><title type='text'>Sales fundas they wont teach you at the IIMs</title><content type='html'>Now thats a cliche post title, but fits in best here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most of the cubicle dwellers, we too hate our office canteen. In fact there is not much available in our office canteen. So almost everybody in my office visits a friendly neighborhood ubiquitous 'Chai ki dukan'. This shop/stall is run by a middle aged couple, who now know us very well now. They cater to a strong 8-10 office crowd in a half kilometer radius. Their menu includes tea,samosa,bread pakoda, and various chips and snacks like kurkure, lays etc (not to forget the gold flakes and the milds!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love going there in winters. A hot tea, warm sunshine, a small lawn in the front with lush grass and flowers all around gives us a well deserved break from the hard work we do in the office ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming to the point, the tea served here is too sweet. We keep pointing to the guy who makes it and he comes up with lame excuses that its not easy to keep tab of the exact ingredients while making 50 cups of tea together. And come to think of it, sugar being the most costly ingredient,it should have been used sparingly. I think we annoyed him a lot by our relentless prodding and he finally told us why his tea has more sugar than the sugarcane juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says that since the tea is too sweet, more often than not people end up buying namkeen, chips and various snacks to compensate the extra sweetness. Moreover he keeps those chips packets just at an arms length on the counter so that you dont have to ask for it and simply pick one on your own. &lt;br /&gt;Also, he added that he has done his calculations for the past months and the rise in earnings due to this is far more than the drop because of customers doing away with the extra sweet tea.&lt;br /&gt;I took a moment to recall our buying pattern over the last month. And yes, we did buy those kurkure packets a lot with the tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow,we were impressed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-1836731066134196717?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/1836731066134196717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2010/01/sales-fundas-they-wont-teach-you-at.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/1836731066134196717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/1836731066134196717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2010/01/sales-fundas-they-wont-teach-you-at.html' title='Sales fundas they wont teach you at the IIMs'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</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-2445769454666828280.post-7864487219564910739</id><published>2010-01-10T22:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:47:37.031+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircolor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wanna kill that nai'/><title type='text'>You have started growing old when ...</title><content type='html'>As soon as you are done with your haircut, the nai (there are some words which should be adopted in the english dictionary. there is no way I could call nai a barber or hairdresser!!) asks, "Sir, anything else, HAIRCOLOR ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had a stronger urge to hit back somebody! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that moment that nothing could hit hard. This is it. I am growing old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or wait a minute. lets change that to feel better. Some of my hair strands are growing old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-7864487219564910739?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/7864487219564910739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-have-started-growing-old-when.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/7864487219564910739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/7864487219564910739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-have-started-growing-old-when.html' title='You have started growing old when ...'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</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-2445769454666828280.post-3658376707800554582</id><published>2010-01-03T02:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-03T02:51:04.157+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool new friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr S'/><title type='text'>My cool new friend</title><content type='html'>I don’t usually write anything related to me or what’s happening in my life but I couldn’t resist writing about a cool friend I have made in the last one year. Now this guy epitomizes coolness, ‘I don’t give a dam about the world’ and fearlessness. I totally love his company and lately we have been hanging together a lot. Though he is much smarter and wittier than me and never misses a chance to mock me or make me sound like an idiot but anything for good times with him. Let’s call him Mr S.  Though he wouldn’t even know if I write his name here as he does not use internet a lot and totally not into Blogs.&lt;br /&gt;Now S really loves automobiles. Be it a cycle, motorbike or car. Now his interest in is not of the type where people lust for dream machines with cool Ferrari wallpapers on their desktop for the sake of coolness quotient associated with these sexy cars. He is in love with cars. He gets up every morning, inspects his car (ok, his dad’s car, he still hasn’t started earning, still studying) for any scratches, inspects the tyre for air pressure. And god forbid if any visible scratch is found on the body, he brings the whole house down asking who has done it . Then he diligently washes the car, followed by a bike wash. He takes painstaking detail in washing the bike, making sure that every spike of the bike’s tyre gets cleaned. Heck he does not mind cleaning even his neighbor’s car if it’s dirty. He loves going on drives and has pestered every car owner in our street for a drive. Needless to say I have done it almost every week since months now.&lt;br /&gt;Once it so happened that my dad who lives in a different city, left his car with me for a month. Now S was elated to see another car in my possession. And asked me for a drive. I explained him that this is dad’s car and I would only take it out once a week to keep the battery alive and he is welcome for a drive then. But the lazy person I am, I did not drive the car for 3 weeks and when finally I decided to take the car out, S was with me, all gung ho for a ride in a different car. But the car refused to start. I feared the battery must have gone weak. Now S loves cars, not just his car, any car. Like some people believe in humanity, he believes in Carity! He was horrified to find that the car was not in a good condition and blamed me that I did not take proper care of my car. This is how the conversation went then (though the language was hindi, I am translating it for non-hindi speakers,if any)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S:  You are responsible for this. This is not good. Your dad should be told about it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: dude, give me a break, this is just a small trouble, cars take time in winters to crank up, specially a bit older ones.&lt;br /&gt;S: I don’t know anything, you were told to do something and you did not, give me your mobile , I am goanna talk to aunty about this (my mom)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you kidding me, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;S: Give me the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You are nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dialed my mom’s number and let him talk. He complained like a primary school student would to his teacher.  Aah, so much for the love of a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we got our home painted, it took about a month and when it was done, we re-did the furniture and other arrangement in the guest rooms, shifting the wall hangings and TV and almost everything. Now S is a super observant guy. He came to visit me yesterday and once again found everything on the wall re-arranged in a different order. He instantly remarked on watching it- “Don’t you have anything else to do? The watch was this wall the other day, now it is on this wall, what is happening, enough of it and do something else” . I didn’t mind much, simply ignored him.  &lt;br /&gt;And as a custom, he pestered me for a drive. I decided to take dad’s car. While driving, I just drove little too sloppily, swaying to the left and then suddenly right and tried some more antics, just to show off my driving skills.  I thought S would love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: - See, I too can drive like they do in the television.&lt;br /&gt;S: - dude you never did it in your car, I know you are doing this because it is your dad’s car. I get it dude.&lt;br /&gt;Me: - where on earth did you get that idea from, you are nuts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more wonderful incidents with this young lad, he just fills the room with spark with his presence and energy levels and the enthusiasm for life and everybody loves him. Lately, he is getting quite jealous of his neighbor’s have brought as his dad just has a modest and humble santro. He is now pestering his dad to buy a new one, any car will do, but it should be bigger than the corolla, features and comfort do not matter to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  he believes that my brother who has gone to America for higher studies  is more intelligent than me, since I am still working and he chose to study and often taunts me as being ‘Dimag se paidal’ &lt;br /&gt;Oh and did I mention that Mr S is just four and a half years old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-3658376707800554582?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/3658376707800554582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-cool-new-friend.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/3658376707800554582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/3658376707800554582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-cool-new-friend.html' title='My cool new friend'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</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-2445769454666828280.post-6536512333494869496</id><published>2009-12-20T09:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-20T11:27:28.278+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late rise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunrise Vs Sunset'/><title type='text'>Of Sun rise and late rise!</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when you haven't gotten up early since months. I am a chronic late riser(thats post 10 for me) and get to see sun rise about once a quarter! So today when &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I had&lt;/span&gt; to get up early morning, I sleep walked out to the balcony and the moment I looked at the hazy sun, my mind whispered to me: "aah, what a beautiful sunset"!!  Errr ... it took me about 5 seconds to register the fact that its a sunrise and not a sunset. I guess thats why they say to stick to the ways of nature and its not healthy to sleep late and get up late and blah blah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-6536512333494869496?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/6536512333494869496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-sun-rise-and-late-rise.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/6536512333494869496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/6536512333494869496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-sun-rise-and-late-rise.html' title='Of Sun rise and late rise!'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</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-2445769454666828280.post-4077978487844167566</id><published>2009-12-08T01:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-08T01:51:09.885+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2AM Rant'/><title type='text'>Road</title><content type='html'>It doesn’t matter &lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter what road you take&lt;br /&gt;The road may be lonely&lt;br /&gt;There could be obstacles&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter&lt;br /&gt;The road could lead to a wonderland&lt;br /&gt;The companions may be intriguing&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter&lt;br /&gt;You may stop in the middle&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter&lt;br /&gt;What matters is when you decide to stop; you should have a story to tell, YOUR story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-4077978487844167566?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/4077978487844167566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/12/road.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/4077978487844167566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/4077978487844167566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/12/road.html' title='Road'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</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-2445769454666828280.post-7195211801326717598</id><published>2009-11-17T20:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:06:07.070+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peep into the future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishlist for science'/><title type='text'>Things I hope Science could do</title><content type='html'>I) Invent something to copy text from my PC monitor and paste in my writing pad or mobile.&lt;br /&gt;II) A Ctrl F in books and a Ctrl F to locate glasses, purse and stuff like that in home.&lt;br /&gt;III) Read people’s intentions to help you classify them instantly into “Will be great friend” or “Will backstab, keep away” or to classify boss’ sermon into “Truly means it” or “Sugar coated shit, do not pay attention”.&lt;br /&gt;IV) Hunger dousing pills for occasions when you have no time at all or are too bogged down and depressed to even move a finger to arrange food!&lt;br /&gt;V) Selective target honking – A lot of times while in traffic I want to honk away to glory for an idiot doing antics on road in front of me, but do not want to bother a nice guy adjacent to the idiot. There should be something to address this. Something like “Beep beep idiot UP 16 9305”!&lt;br /&gt;VI) A mechanism to find songs on internet by tunes. Often it happens that you hear a short or a distant catchy tune and so desperately want to find the song, but cant. Google gods listening?&lt;br /&gt;VII) A way to test out a kid and decide what would be the best career for him, wherein as they say “Love what you do and you won’t have to work for a day”.  People spend lifetime and realizing what they love and what they want to do (professionally, career wise). If only there was a way out right at the beginning. Just suck out 10ml of blood, send the sample for test and tell the kid (I think class 10th is the right time) what career works best for him/her.&lt;br /&gt;VIII) Cure pain for once and all, ALL Sort of, EVERY Sort of. Finger, legs, knees, head, heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-7195211801326717598?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/7195211801326717598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-i-hope-science-could-do.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/7195211801326717598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/7195211801326717598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-i-hope-science-could-do.html' title='Things I hope Science could do'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445769454666828280.post-1323760385708782545</id><published>2009-11-13T18:52:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:03:46.334+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramayana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FaceBook'/><title type='text'>If Ramayana was on Facebook :)</title><content type='html'>I normally resist putting content from forward mails as blog posts, but this was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Not my creation. A Hi5 to the creator!&lt;br /&gt;Please click on the image and it would display clearly. I dont know why it does not in the post. Tried all settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNTiTVAYxgk/Sv1hNyf4GHI/AAAAAAAACXw/OZ1HvxVie3Q/s1600-h/RamyanaFB.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 750px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNTiTVAYxgk/Sv1hNyf4GHI/AAAAAAAACXw/OZ1HvxVie3Q/s400/RamyanaFB.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403582017436129394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-1323760385708782545?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/1323760385708782545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-ramayana-was-on-facebook.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/1323760385708782545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/1323760385708782545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-ramayana-was-on-facebook.html' title='If Ramayana was on Facebook :)'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNTiTVAYxgk/Sv1hNyf4GHI/AAAAAAAACXw/OZ1HvxVie3Q/s72-c/RamyanaFB.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445769454666828280.post-8043240669967017467</id><published>2009-10-18T02:28:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:30:52.590+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let him sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranbir kapoor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wake up sid'/><title type='text'>Why bother waking up Sid</title><content type='html'>Wake Up Sid is not a bad movie. But that is the only compliment I can give to it. With an interesting star cast of Ranbir Kapoor, Konkana Sen and 15 funkiest Tees you would have ever seen on the bollywood big screen, you are left wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;The movie does not entertain, does not blow you away, does not bring a smile or a tear, in fact it does not invoke much emotions. You don’t empathize with the character of Sid at all, which is absolutely necessary for the genre of movie Wake Up Sid intends to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every scene ends up being predictable. There is one scene when the camera pans through a office cabin’s door, with the name of the person (who happens to be Konkana Sen’s boss) written on the entrance. At this point its already let known to the viewer that they are about to see Konkana’s boss. Before this scene, Konkana talks a bit about her boss. Before we get to see the boss, I thought to myself, this sounds like Rahul Khanna (the kind of role he did in love aaj kal, intellectual, good looking, charming, talented and witty boss). And I hadn’t heard even once before watching the movie,that he has a role in it, and there he was standing with his characteristic half-smile (his brother can even manage a quarter-smile!) I mean how cliché can you get, the same kind of boss we have seen in many movies. She is in awe of her initially, he asks her out, she denies, he still remains the charming lovely boss. Give me a break, we have seen this boss too many times in recent past, and that too the same actor doing it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lets move on to Mr Sid. He is living life in the lap of luxury. He has this servant called chotu, who looks more ambitious and intelligent than him. Now I have no problem with spoilt brats living life to the hilt on daddy’s money. But if the movie wants us to show his growing up into a man who realizes that there has to be a direction in life, it ought to dug deep in a character, how he feels about life, his dilemmas, why he feels so, his struggle with life, I mean something on the lines of lakshya’s hrithik roshan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Sid does is learn to cook an egg and roam around an apartment clicking random snaps with an expensive looking camera, which again is nothing but a rich guy’s toy bought on dad’s money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only saving grace is extremely good looking Ranbir Kapoor and refreshing music. Sometimes I wonder why bollywood makes movies. Can’t they just release songs and promos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I would like to pay tribute to the guy who invented the popcorn, without which I wouldn’t have been able to continue sitting in the second half of many bollywood movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-8043240669967017467?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/8043240669967017467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-bother-waking-up-sid.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/8043240669967017467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/8043240669967017467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-bother-waking-up-sid.html' title='Why bother waking up Sid'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445769454666828280.post-2083361262129306092</id><published>2009-10-15T00:24:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:31:58.041+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama&apos;s peace prize'/><title type='text'>Webster's definition of WTF!</title><content type='html'>This one is gonna be a short and crisp post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been this rumor making rounds that webster dictionary is updating its definition for WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest definition of WTF would be a picture of Obama holding his Nobel Peace Prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: - Well that is presumably floating around as a joke, but can there be a better explanation of WTF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-2083361262129306092?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/2083361262129306092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/10/websters-definition-of-wtf.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/2083361262129306092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/2083361262129306092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/10/websters-definition-of-wtf.html' title='Webster&apos;s definition of WTF!'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</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-2445769454666828280.post-8544119917495660541</id><published>2009-10-09T20:30:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:30:48.100+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Chapin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats in the cradle'/><title type='text'>Cats in the cradle and the Silver spoon</title><content type='html'>Someone forwarded me these beautiful lines. Its a song by Harry Chapin.&lt;br /&gt;With lyrics like this, no matter who sings it, how he or she sings it, howz the tune, I am a fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My child arrived just the other day&lt;br /&gt;He came to the world in the usual way&lt;br /&gt;But there were planes to catch and bills to pay&lt;br /&gt;He learned to walk while I was away&lt;br /&gt;And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew&lt;br /&gt;He'd say "I'm gonna be like you dad&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm gonna be like you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon&lt;br /&gt;Little boy blue and the man on the moon&lt;br /&gt;When you comin' home dad?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when, but we'll get together then son&lt;br /&gt;You know we'll have a good time then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son turned ten just the other day&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let's play&lt;br /&gt;Can you teach me to throw", I said "Not today&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot to do", he said, "That's ok"&lt;br /&gt;And he walked away but his smile never dimmed&lt;br /&gt;And said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm gonna be like him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon&lt;br /&gt;Little boy blue and the man on the moon&lt;br /&gt;When you comin' home son?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when, but we'll get together then son&lt;br /&gt;You know we'll have a good time then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he came home from college just the other day&lt;br /&gt;So much like a man I just had to say&lt;br /&gt;"Son, I'm proud of you, can you sit for a while?"&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head and said with a smile&lt;br /&gt;"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys&lt;br /&gt;See you later, can I have them please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon&lt;br /&gt;Little boy blue and the man on the moon&lt;br /&gt;When you comin' home son?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when, but we'll get together then son&lt;br /&gt;You know we'll have a good time then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've long since retired, my son's moved away&lt;br /&gt;I called him up just the other day&lt;br /&gt;I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind"&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the time&lt;br /&gt;You see my new job's a hassle and kids have the flu&lt;br /&gt;But it's sure nice talking to you, Dad&lt;br /&gt;It's been sure nice talking to you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me&lt;br /&gt;He'd grown up just like me&lt;br /&gt;My boy was just like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon&lt;br /&gt;Little boy blue and the man on the moon&lt;br /&gt;When you comin' home son?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when, but we'll get together then son&lt;br /&gt;You know we'll have a good time then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a lovely version of this by Ugly kid joe (dont go by his name,he sings beautifully!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T3bht7S-3vI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-8544119917495660541?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/8544119917495660541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/10/cats-in-cradle-and-silver-spoon.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/8544119917495660541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/8544119917495660541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/10/cats-in-cradle-and-silver-spoon.html' title='Cats in the cradle and the Silver spoon'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445769454666828280.post-4241362742966383691</id><published>2009-09-15T02:57:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-15T12:13:48.667+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bye bye bad memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother of all inventions'/><title type='text'>Coming soon: Mankind's greatest invention since sliced bread</title><content type='html'>If you compile the list of modern times' greatest inventions then sliced bread,Viagra,TV are bound to get top spots (Fire and wheel are important too, but they are so boringly old now!)&lt;br /&gt;But guess what could be the mother of all inventions? I read in papers yesterday that scientists are working on a pill to erase bad and embarassing memories!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine,just imagine, can there be a better thing than that. It can be a cure for all non bacterial and non virus related troubles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what could be the biggest use of it : Curing heartbreaks!&lt;br /&gt;What more ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed in exams, wanna forget it - take a pill.&lt;br /&gt;Friends had a nasty quarrel, and there egos are stopping them for calling each other back ? - Mix a pill in thier beers next time they gather at a common party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can solve the bloody world issues too. Seriously. Simply shove one pill down the guts of all world leaders,military generals. That would stop the border conflicts at least. Indian and Pakistani leaders could forget about the past and could surely make a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie makers who are wary of their movie's success (or confident of it being a dud) can distribute these pills free with the tickets and encourage viewers to have a pill while going out of the theater so that they can leave the bad experience inside :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its better than Viagra. Because if it so happens that you take Viagra and still end up with a bad show, you can take up this mother of all pills the next morning and forget about the embarrassment the previous night :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: - I am looking forward to it. &lt;br /&gt;PPS: - And I dont use viagra!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-4241362742966383691?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/4241362742966383691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/09/coming-soon-mankinds-greatest-invention.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/4241362742966383691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/4241362742966383691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/09/coming-soon-mankinds-greatest-invention.html' title='Coming soon: Mankind&apos;s greatest invention since sliced bread'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</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-2445769454666828280.post-1455322482350427551</id><published>2009-08-28T23:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:04:20.265+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just have to see you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='. . .'/><title type='text'>Sometime around midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yVS0zGgZyys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yVS0zGgZyys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it starts...&lt;br /&gt;sometime around midnight&lt;br /&gt;or at least that's when&lt;br /&gt;you lose yourself&lt;br /&gt;for a minute or two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you stand...&lt;br /&gt;under the barlights&lt;br /&gt;and the band plays some song&lt;br /&gt;about forgetting yourself for a while&lt;br /&gt;and the piano's this melancholy soundcheck&lt;br /&gt;to her smile&lt;br /&gt;And that white dress she's wearing&lt;br /&gt;you haven't seen her&lt;br /&gt;for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know...&lt;br /&gt;that she's watching&lt;br /&gt;She's laughing, she's turning&lt;br /&gt;she's holding her tonic like a crux&lt;br /&gt;The room suddenly spinning&lt;br /&gt;she walks up and asks how you are&lt;br /&gt;so you can smell her perfume&lt;br /&gt;you can see her lying naked in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so there's a change...&lt;br /&gt;in your emotions&lt;br /&gt;and all of these memories come rushing&lt;br /&gt;like feral waves to your mind&lt;br /&gt;of the curl of your bodies&lt;br /&gt;like two perfect circles entwined&lt;br /&gt;and you feel hopeless, and homelss&lt;br /&gt;and lost in the haze&lt;br /&gt;of the wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she leaves...&lt;br /&gt;with someone you don't know&lt;br /&gt;but she makes sure you saw her&lt;br /&gt;she looks right at you and bolts&lt;br /&gt;As she walks out the door&lt;br /&gt;your blood boiling&lt;br /&gt;your stomach in ropes&lt;br /&gt;and when your friends say what is it&lt;br /&gt;you look like you've seen a ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you walk...&lt;br /&gt;under the streetlights&lt;br /&gt;and you're too drunk to notice&lt;br /&gt;that everyone is staring at you&lt;br /&gt;and you so care what you look like&lt;br /&gt;the world is falling&lt;br /&gt;around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just have to see her&lt;br /&gt;You just have to see her&lt;br /&gt;You just have to see her&lt;br /&gt;You just have to see her&lt;br /&gt;You just have to see her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know that she'll break you&lt;br /&gt;in two&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-1455322482350427551?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/1455322482350427551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometime-around-midnight.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/1455322482350427551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/1455322482350427551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometime-around-midnight.html' title='Sometime around midnight'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</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-2445769454666828280.post-382430833189044675</id><published>2009-08-23T03:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:42:17.435+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my passions'/><title type='text'>You love your music when :</title><content type='html'>1) You start head banging when your ear buds stream out your favorite number oblivious of the surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;2) You can spend hours in a mall and enjoy the music playing in the stores more than the latest collection on display and the hot chics around.&lt;br /&gt;3) You have no clue about guitar except that its cool and has 6 strings but that doesn’t stop you from strumming away to glory (Air guitar).&lt;br /&gt;4) If you don’t know what’s air guitar, you aren’t a true rock lover (except in the case when you can play the real one)&lt;br /&gt;5) When in a movie, you go out for the popcorns, pepsi and loo when there are no songs playing, unlike others.&lt;br /&gt;6) You can watch a movie again and again and again at a theater for its music/songs (I have used three agains because that’s where I stopped, watching DevD thrice!)&lt;br /&gt;7) When out of the bath you start doing things in point 1 and 3 together,if there is your favrite number playing around, unmindful of the towel hanging precariously around your waist (Generally applicable to men!)&lt;br /&gt;8) While driving alone, you enjoy traffic jams because that gives you more time to spend listening to your music in a otherwise busy day.&lt;br /&gt;9) This scores over all other points: while driving to office if you have to choose between two routes, often you find yourself taking the more crowded one so that point 8 is fulfilled!&lt;br /&gt;10) You spend a lot of time on youtube searching for acoustic and live performances of your favorite numbers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-382430833189044675?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/382430833189044675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-love-your-music-when.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/382430833189044675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/382430833189044675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-love-your-music-when.html' title='You love your music when :'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445769454666828280.post-5391253108207654038</id><published>2009-08-11T22:07:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:50:02.591+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Effect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cause'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vicious circle'/><title type='text'>Cause and Effect</title><content type='html'>Am I thin because I eat less or do I eat less because I am thin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like my office work because I am not motivated or I am de motivated because my office work sucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I feel zapped up of energy, broody and bogged down because things don’t happen the way I wish or they don’t happen the way I wish because I feel zapped up of energy, broody and bogged down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do things happen your way when you feel all charged up and positive or you feel all charged up and positive when things happen your way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-5391253108207654038?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/5391253108207654038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/08/cause-and-effect.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/5391253108207654038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/5391253108207654038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/08/cause-and-effect.html' title='Cause and Effect'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</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-2445769454666828280.post-3303634593186157152</id><published>2009-08-04T01:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-04T01:29:58.913+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Aaj aur Kal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood'/><title type='text'>Love Na Aaj Na Kal !</title><content type='html'>Bollywood has done it again.  I feel duped again. Not once, twice but for umpteenth time it has promised the moon and then crash-landed me with a thud. I feel like a kid who was lured to go to a Birth day party by boxes of chocolates but was sent back with a lollipop!&lt;br /&gt;I am not gonna write a review of the film here, just vent out my frustration &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started hating this big budgeted all hype, all hoopla and no content flicks. Give me a DevD, A Wednesday, Manorma Six Feet Under or any other movie which falls under the category of what I call a "good story well told".  And I am not averse to the singing and dancing, that’s the soul of Bollywood and that’s what keeps us refreshingly different from Hollywood. But there certainly has to be more to a movie than just those. And this ‘All Marketing Bad Product” big budgeted movies are suddenly becoming a norm rather than an exception. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with Om Shanti Om.  And then there were many more. Tashan, Singh is King, and lately Kambhaqt Ishq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t we make a Last Samurai, a Notting Hill, a Lost in Translation at our own Bollywood ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, none of the heavily marketed movies I talked about were flop and all of them made great money. They say “Its make business sense and audience approves of it”. &lt;br /&gt;Give me a break. We don’t approve it, its just that we don’t have a choice most of the times and there is no way we can know how good or bad the movie is until we have paid for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only, buying movie tickets were like buying dresses, with trial rooms and exchanges!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-3303634593186157152?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/3303634593186157152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-na-aaj-na-kal.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/3303634593186157152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/3303634593186157152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-na-aaj-na-kal.html' title='Love Na Aaj Na Kal !'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445769454666828280.post-30878945971341803</id><published>2009-07-26T02:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:13:21.429+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balboa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Billy Joel'/><title type='text'>She will always be a woman to me</title><content type='html'>I love this song by Billy Joel and all because of the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;This is for you, Balboa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can kill with a smile&lt;br /&gt;She can wound with her eyes&lt;br /&gt;She can ruin your faith with her casual lies&lt;br /&gt;And she only reveals what she wants you to see&lt;br /&gt;She hides like a child&lt;br /&gt;But shes always a woman to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can lead you to love&lt;br /&gt;She can take you or leave you&lt;br /&gt;She can ask for the truth&lt;br /&gt;But shell never believe you&lt;br /&gt;And shell take what you give her, as long as its free&lt;br /&gt;She steals like a thief&lt;br /&gt;But shes always a woman to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-she takes care of herself&lt;br /&gt;She can wait if she wants&lt;br /&gt;Shes ahead of her time&lt;br /&gt;Oh-and she never gives out&lt;br /&gt;And she never gives in&lt;br /&gt;She just changes her mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shell promise you more&lt;br /&gt;Than the garden of eden&lt;br /&gt;Then shell carelessly cut you&lt;br /&gt;And laugh while youre bleedin&lt;br /&gt;But shell bring out the best&lt;br /&gt;And the worst you can be&lt;br /&gt;Blame it all on yourself&lt;br /&gt;Cause shes always a woman to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is frequently kind&lt;br /&gt;And shes suddenly cruel&lt;br /&gt;She can do as she pleases&lt;br /&gt;Shes nobodys fool&lt;br /&gt;But she cant be convicted&lt;br /&gt;Shes earned her degree&lt;br /&gt;And the most she will do&lt;br /&gt;Is throw shadows at you&lt;br /&gt;But shes always a woman to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-30878945971341803?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/30878945971341803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-will-always-be-woman-to-me.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/30878945971341803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/30878945971341803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-will-always-be-woman-to-me.html' title='She will always be a woman to me'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445769454666828280.post-1469123155070459172</id><published>2009-07-21T01:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:14:16.539+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headlights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traffic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bikes'/><title type='text'>How much electricity does a headlight really waste?</title><content type='html'>I am sure that if you have ridden a bike or a scooter in India, this would have happened to you. How man times did it happen that you rode with the headlights turned on during daytime and people on the road end up signaling to you that your headlights are on.&lt;br /&gt;This amuses me to no ends. I mean why would you care about a switched on headlight?&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things that should not be happening on a road and demand a greater interest as a citizen or rather roadizen, why would a humble, feeble bulb bother? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not the street lights left on during day, the garbage heaps in the open … I can think of tens of other anomalies on the Indian roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I get signaled to turn off my headlight and with such care and concern as if the world’s existence depends upon that headlight being turned off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-1469123155070459172?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/1469123155070459172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-much-does-electricity-does.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/1469123155070459172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/1469123155070459172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-much-does-electricity-does.html' title='How much electricity does a headlight really waste?'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445769454666828280.post-7561059742771292303</id><published>2009-06-28T20:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:28:17.455+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zen and art of motorcycle maintenace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karol bagh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enfield'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wild hogs'/><title type='text'>It took 350 CC @ 80Kmph to beat 44 celsius!</title><content type='html'>I never thought I would become passionate about biking. I don't know why. Perhaps, I loved the idea of a backrest in the car, the comfort of the cool wind blowing out of the AC duct. Though I had friends who enjoyed it, I was never game for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some incidents which happened over the past few months ignited this spark. Now how longer the flame kindles, I dont know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back from USA last week after spending three months. Now this is the time of year there when the harsh and somber winters gave way to pleasant and refreshing summers with sun and sand taking the front seat. And its during this period when the     bike lovers cruise out on their 1000+ cc mean machines, with 'I don't give a damm' attitude. Every time I saw one of those gangs, it left me with a bloody strong urge to try that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I happen to watch a movie called 'Wild Hogs'. I had no idea what it was about, but it turned out to be about a bunch of 4 friends (all 40+ though) who decide to hit out the roads on their bikes to rediscover themselves leaving behind the worldly affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between this, my flat mate handed me over the book "The Zen and Art of Motorcycle Maintenance". I haven't read it till the end, but without going into whats it about,I will share what author thinks of bikes and cars. He says that traveling in a car is like being stuffed in a box with a view to the outside world as if watching   TV, frame by frame. On the other riding a bike is like being in the frame itself, feeling the ground, the wind gushing past your hair and soaking in the view without it being diluted. &lt;br /&gt;WOW!, The urge to hit roads grew stronger and stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last incident could perfectly explain what godsend means! A childhood friend back home informed me that he has bought a brand new Royal Enfield (For the uninitiated and UnIndian!, this is the best you can lay hands on in India).&lt;br /&gt;This was indeed godsend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these incidents happened as if something wants to push me to biking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned back in mid june, you cannot have a worse timing to land up in Delhi. From a cool 5-10 deegree for three months to the cruel 45 degrees, the transition was killing and brutal. All I could think of was a closed AC room, there is no way I could venture out on the roads, I thought. But on a blistering Saturday afternoon,my friend and I hit out on the roads on his enfield. I rode it from Noida to Karol Bagh  . With 350 CC between your legs (pun unintended) and with the throttle taking you to 80+ Kmph (you can go above that,the bike can easily allow that, but not the traffic), you DO FORGET everything else. Its sheer pleasure. Why didn't I ever try it before!!&lt;br /&gt;44 deegrees was now nowhere to be felt, traffic jams didn't seem to be that troublesome, the thought of doing noida delhi on a bike seemed trivial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flame is ignited, how long it kindles, remains to be seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-7561059742771292303?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/7561059742771292303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-took-350-cc-80kmph-to-beat-44.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/7561059742771292303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/7561059742771292303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-took-350-cc-80kmph-to-beat-44.html' title='It took 350 CC @ 80Kmph to beat 44 celsius!'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445769454666828280.post-5197384850621195354</id><published>2009-06-21T15:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:10:34.912+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balboa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The start'/><title type='text'>Today i defeat procrastination!</title><content type='html'>People, this blog is a product of sheer hard work and sweat. I really worked hard for more than a year to overcome my two pals : laziness and procrastination, who were really against the idea of spending time and energy on a blog. There has been a lot,a lot getting stored up in the 50 gms of grey matter i possess and i thought i should do it a favor by getting out some of it on the www. I wonder why is the internet called world wide web, when only about a quarter of the globe's population use it. It should ideally be called QWWW, quarter world wide web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is really not a post. I am writing it because just starting a blog without any post didnt really feel a nice idea. But not all of it would be blabber. Blabber would be limited to just 99% of the total content. There would be posts on serious issues also, which I strongly feel about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on me later, my two pals are waiting for me, we have been childhood buddies and i cant make them wait when they need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to a very special friend who helped me in defeating procrastination today. i sometimes call HER balboa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be back. (No there is no way that can be arnold style,I am not even one fifth of him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:- i instead of I is deliberate. More on that later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445769454666828280-5197384850621195354?l=sublimerant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/feeds/5197384850621195354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-i-defeat-procrastination.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/5197384850621195354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445769454666828280/posts/default/5197384850621195354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sublimerant.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-i-defeat-procrastination.html' title='Today i defeat procrastination!'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09214067057335015317</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></feed>
