<?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-18802956</id><updated>2011-11-25T02:54:43.334+01:00</updated><category term='winter in austria'/><category term='Rookie Skiers'/><category term='spiritual india'/><category term='indian culture'/><category term='Heartbreak'/><category term='Caution while Skiing'/><category term='Accidents in Skiing'/><category term='break-up'/><category term='Skiing in Slovakia'/><category term='Jitters in Skiing'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='ayurvedic massage'/><category term='india'/><category term='ditch'/><category term='herbal massage'/><category term='Skiing in Donovaly'/><category term='Jilted'/><category term='incredible india'/><category term='richard gere kiss shilpa shetty'/><category term='yoga'/><category term='Ski'/><category term='kamasutra'/><category term='pollen lingering'/><category term='warm winter in europe'/><category term='lay offs in ski-resorts'/><category term='spiritualism'/><category term='heartbroken'/><category term='Donovaly'/><category term='warm weather affects former dancing bears'/><category term='breakup'/><category term='slack winter sports'/><category term='social issues'/><title type='text'>Close to Reality</title><subtitle type='html'>Here is a Close encounter with Life, Someone's philosophy, Some thoughts, some Events, Some Faces, Some Moments. 

A Wire of experiences from all over the world covering Majestic Monuments, Splendid Nature, Unbelievable History, Spiced up Gossip, tidbits of daily chores and the story of an amazing journey called life. 

Now, before it gets late, Start Believing!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prasenjitp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18802956/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prasenjitp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017483698637365142</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18802956.post-2713643990773912009</id><published>2007-04-23T14:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:40:35.199+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='herbal massage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayurvedic massage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kamasutra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='richard gere kiss shilpa shetty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incredible india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian culture'/><title type='text'>Incredible India!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For all those tourists, who have come to this site looking to make a tour plan in India, this is not your destination. I suggest you try &lt;a href="http://www.incredibleIndia.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;http://www.incredibleIndia.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of us, who is still with me, let's enjoy the rest of the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On those grounds where Indus valley civilisation started in 5000 BC, lie today the mystic land of India. I call it mystic because inspite of being an Indian for 29 years, even today i don't completely understand my own culture. It's not a matter to be ashamed of, rather i find it an avenue for profound introspection and analysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mess up with an African Nation, they may declare a war on you;&lt;br /&gt;Mess up with America, they will force Democracy in your country as they did in Iraq and Afghanistan;&lt;br /&gt;Mess up with Pakistan, they will declare proxy war on you;&lt;br /&gt;Mess up with an Islamic Nation, they will impinge damage on you tantamounting to another September 11;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mess up with India, there will be silent spectators, and some protestors will burn effigies.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, EFFIGIES. Effigies have been the strongest weapon of Indian protestors starting from the days of British Dominance till Richard Gere kissed Shilpa Shetty in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DELHI, India, April 17 (UPI) -- Effigies of Bollywood actress Shipla Shetty and Hollywood star Richard Gere were burned around India to protest their kiss during an AIDS awareness function.&lt;br /&gt;Hindu and Muslim groups protested in Varanasi and Kanpur and elsewhere around India, criticizing public kiss as "indecent behavior" by Shetty and Gere and calling their actions "an attack on our cultural ethos," the Hindustan Times said.&lt;br /&gt;-- picked up from http://www.politicalgateway.com/news/read/74943&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Richard Gere did was merely hug Shilpa and rubs her cheeks. Well, to satiate the needs of media and protestors, let me put it this way; Gere hugged Shilpa tightly and brushed cheeks violently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later, Indian Media and protestors slandered Gere for his obscene behavior in public. Obscene?? I thought it is a part of Gere's culture. I think, everyone has missed that one important point. What Indian Culture never taught us was to disrespect any other culture, slander any other human being. And we were excatly doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many of us Indians, it's difficult to admit that the world has gone far from accepting a public kiss. We Indians, cannot deny that everything that we see in the so called West is practised rampantly in our country too, but under cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that under certain situations, we tend to behave in a much digressed trend than what Indian culture has actually been emanating on that particular topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work for an Indian Multinational Company which has a big branch in Europe with local recruits. It was really nice of the company to provide a well equipped Gymnasium. Till here, everything was ok. Things went awry when someone requested for a masseur in office, who could give head, neck and shoulder massage to the employees. The local HR gave an impression that such kind of thing would never be allowed in Indian Culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian Culture?? I don't understand. All this while, i thought Indian culture believed in the therapeutic use of Massages. &lt;a href="http://www.keralatourism.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Kerala Tourism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, in India is officially promoting Ayurvedic &amp; Herbal Massages and Spas. Ironic, huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of a few centuries back. Vatsayana, a 4th Century AD Indian Scholar, put together his knowledge on Aphorisms of love in a compilation, which the modern day world popularly knows as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kamasutra"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;KamaSutra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Goodness, is it one Indian who taught the world the art of having sex?? But look at us Indians, we are so scared of it now. Forget Sex, discussions on sex is also a taboo in India. Mindblowing, huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are only a few instances. If we look deep in to our daily lives, we can find out several such hypocricies which we unknowingly project to the world. Little do we understand that if we covet a fear, if imprints firmly on us. We forget that we should be lukewarm about orthodox rituals and traditions. Ritual is to make way for someone's progress, not hinder it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The whole world today, comes to india to learn spiritualism and art of living. But, if we continue this way without understanding the necessity of living in the modern world, we are bound to forget our own spirit of living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18802956-2713643990773912009?l=prasenjitp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prasenjitp.blogspot.com/feeds/2713643990773912009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18802956&amp;postID=2713643990773912009' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18802956/posts/default/2713643990773912009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18802956/posts/default/2713643990773912009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prasenjitp.blogspot.com/2007/04/incredible-india.html' title='Incredible India!!'/><author><name>Pras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017483698637365142</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-18802956.post-6559725842041168961</id><published>2007-01-20T12:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T13:13:17.819+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warm winter in europe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warm weather affects former dancing bears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lay offs in ski-resorts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter in austria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pollen lingering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slack winter sports'/><title type='text'>Confusing "Nature" of Europe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Because You love the Burning-ground, I have made a Burning-ground of my heart - That You, Dark One, hunter of the Burning-ground, May dance Your eternal dance."&lt;br /&gt;~ Bengali Hymn~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiters in Vienna, where the mercury rose to 60 degrees (15.6°C) just edging out Rome's 59 degrees (15°C) put tables and chairs back out on the sidewalks. Bulgarians basked in the sun on balmy 62-degree Black Sea beaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses bloomed in eastern France. In the Netherlands, crocuses started sprouting and birds began nesting. And in Sweden, bears were finally hibernating two months late after the weather played havoc with their biological clocks.&lt;br /&gt;-- Picked up from New.Yahoo.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much spring in the air, many Europeans wonder: Where's winter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there has been reports of snow blizzards in the US during Christmas, affecting flight schedules, this part of the world has remained pretty much untouched. With January closing to an end, the average temperature in Budapest should have been around -15°C. This winter its a far cry with most of the days hitting a maximum of 15°C. The Sun getting more inclined towards its Lover (The Earth) in the Northern hemisphere, Winter in Europe needs more than just luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unseasonable warm weather affects former dancing bears&lt;br /&gt;15 January 2007 - Issue : 712&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent unseasonably warm weather in Bulgaria’s mountainous area has kept the former "dancing bears" awake, the BTA news agency reported. The bears, saved from the streets and returned to nature by the "Four Paws" group, withdrew to caves several weeks ago anticipating winter sleep - but sunshine and warmth&lt;br /&gt;-- Picked up from http://www.neurope.eu/view_news.php?id=69003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Trees in my locale are budding, shrubs are getting leaves, pots are blossoming with flowers. Bears have come out for Hunting. They are not hibernating. For the first time in 20 years, Birds from colder parts of Europe have decided not to Migrate to warmer climes down south. Austrian weather bureau started daily pollen (grains) warnings after hazel and alder trees blossomed and were close to releasing choking clouds of dust. The Norway Bureau is following suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature is also confused in many other countries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Effects??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy!!&lt;br /&gt;More than that, People are taking out to Sunbath in January - a fact, which their grandmothers can only tell stories of. In most european cities, people are out in shorts and t-shirts making the most of the warmth. With Flowers, Colors and Greenery all around, Winter was never so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Is everything so rosy??&lt;br /&gt;Surely, Pollen Allergy is not fun, but it's something which people can deal with. The Winter Sports Industry has been hit the most with surmounting amount of lay-offs. According to Canada's Globe and Mail, that's &lt;a href="http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/story/LAC.20070106.REINHART06/TPStory/TPNational/Ontario/"&gt;just what's happening in Ontario's ski industry&lt;/a&gt;. Scientists say that disease-bearing ticks could multiply out of control if it doesn't get chilly fast. In the Swiss and Austrian Alps, World Cup ski race organizers canceled training runs to avoid chewing up grassy patches lean on snow and already damaged by rain and warm conditions.&lt;br /&gt;And above all these, not to forget that my &lt;a href="http://prasenjitp.blogspot.com/2007/01/seconding-darwin-survival-of-fittest_05.html"&gt;Skiing trip to Slovakia&lt;/a&gt; has been indefinitely delayed. I am sitting back at home with Ski-Jackets bought at hefty costs. Any Buyers for the next season??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these reminds me of my experiences of Total Solar Eclipses that were visible from my hometown when i was a kid. As the day went from dim to dimmer, the wild birds would return to their nests. The shrill of their chirps kept on increasing till the Sun visibly eclipsed. Then at one moment, it went dark, birds would stop their chatters. Everything would be so nocturnal. In a matter of few seconds, the Sun would come up again announcing a new morning, leaving the poor birds in a state of wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a chilly winter sets in Europe in the next few weeks, nothing could be more disastrous. Wild animals will suffer. Birds will lose nests. The trees would shed leaves, flowers will dry, crops planted in the last autumn will die. The prices of natural fruits and vegetables will rise because their harvest will take a hit. The tragedy doesn't end here. None of us will get GOOD WINE for cheap in spring and summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's to blame: global warming, as many suspect, or just one of those extreme years that roll around every century or so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18802956-6559725842041168961?l=prasenjitp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prasenjitp.blogspot.com/feeds/6559725842041168961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18802956&amp;postID=6559725842041168961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18802956/posts/default/6559725842041168961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18802956/posts/default/6559725842041168961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prasenjitp.blogspot.com/2007/01/confusing-nature-of-europe.html' title='Confusing &quot;Nature&quot; of Europe'/><author><name>Pras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017483698637365142</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-18802956.post-4525303796220098552</id><published>2007-01-05T20:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T21:53:02.852+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skiing in Donovaly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caution while Skiing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jitters in Skiing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ski'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skiing in Slovakia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donovaly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rookie Skiers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accidents in Skiing'/><title type='text'>Seconding Herbert Spencer: Survival of the Fittest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The burning galaxy, the cosmic life&lt;br /&gt;Have sheltered me, I wonder that I am alive !&lt;br /&gt;The limitless time - its ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;Flows in my blood, with pulsating sounds&lt;br /&gt;I wonder that I am around !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Rabindra Nath Tagore (Nobel Laureate) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Budapest, 5th Jan 2007 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Valley was a treat to the eyes. I gazed at it for hours from the foothills, the evening before. Snow was such a great fancy till i witnessed it from the peak of the hilly domes of &lt;a href="http://www.parksnow.sk/donovaly/en/index.php"&gt;Donovaly&lt;/a&gt;. The elevation of 1402 metres looks steeper than it was ever before. The cold weather sent chills down my spine though I was equipped with the warmest of ski-clothings to beat the snow. There i was, at a height of 1402 metres at Park Snow Skiing Resort, Donovally, Slovakia; with my skiing kit on, waiting to slide down the slope in the blink of an eye. My only consolation were &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tenzing_Norgay"&gt;Tenzing Norgay&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edmund_Hillary"&gt;Edmund Hillary&lt;/a&gt; who conquered &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mt._Everest"&gt;Mt. Everest&lt;/a&gt;, 7 times higher than the elevation I was about to slide down. After them, no one has bothered to keep a count of how many climbers rose to that feat. But, nothing beats the excitement of this first time skier who has just set foot to conquer Donovaly after a 2 hr paid training by local recruits. It's a mixed emotion that has been restrained for quite sometime. And now it's time to let it go. It's like a River which cautiously goes through every turn and bend when it sets foot on to the plains after knocking off undulating terrains for miles altogether. It's not just about setting foot cautiously, its also about exhilaration, the unadulterated joy of invading new territories, newer lands and foremost doing something, the feeling of which has been alien so long. The river feels it, same does this rookie skier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fear, the thrill, juxtaposed with never-before-experienced fun was seeping in to me. I didn't travel all the way from Budapest to Slovakia to turn my face off this enticing slope, which several skiers are gliding through as though it was a cakework. What do I fear? I have heard no one dying in a Skiing resort. Accidents? It can happen even when i am carelessly breaking stairs at home. In a matter of just a few minutes, i figured out that I have held up this fear within me for nothing. So it was high time that I started living dangerously. For a moment I felt as though I would prefer getting married than to try Skiing. But i remembered one of my good buddies telling me that getting married was not "that bad", and I felt neither was Skiing. So to nurse my hurting Male ego, to charm my fellow friends, to save space in this post of my blog and more importantly on "Public Demand", I let it go. I never really counted down for the New Year to arrive. Though this time, i was no inferior to the NASA countdown for a shuttle launch.&lt;br /&gt;5....4....3....2....1.... and "Say Cheese", oops!! Sorry, should be "Go".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can hear the sounds of violins&lt;br /&gt;Long before it begins&lt;br /&gt;Make me thrill as only you know how&lt;br /&gt;Sway me smooth, sway me now&lt;br /&gt;only You know how&lt;br /&gt;Sway me smooth, sway me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Lyrics from 'Sway', by Dean Martin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few start-up hiccups and I was sailing smooth. Precariously cutting through tracks jotted down by the previous skiers, swinging and swaying. I was using every bit of my Ski kit rented from Budapest. I got a feeling like Skiing must be easier than Wind sailing. At least you don't need to watch out for your 1 ton sails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this Freezing cold, I was sweating profusely. Think, i should have done a bit more exercise of the legs before I came here. My legs are already paining, my hamstrings giving up. I am unable to control my speed. I am getting second thoughts on if it was an absolute necessity to call quits to the comfort of my cosy home at Budapest and come 200 Kms into Slovakia to encounter an imminent mishap. Things really seem getting worse than i could have ever imagined. I went on dodging small heaps of snow and reached more populated areas. There is no way i am stopping. Not that i don't feel like. But because at this hour of crisis, I don't recall anything from my Skiing Training. The crowd is nearing with every passing moment. Other Skiers are getting cautious of me approaching them. Some have already started dispersing at my sight. Who is that guy, bit obscure in a little distance? Why is he not running haywire like others? Is he not looking? Or is he a rookie like me? Or may be he wants to help me from the danger by coming in my way. Its getting late to think or discover things. I am within a few feet.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;(Distinct Clutter in the background)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUMP...SPLASH...PLOD....THUDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;(2 Mins later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I survived unhurt. Not even a scratch in my body. How is that possible? But i can feel the sweating, my heart pounding. I lied dumbfound, my Ski-Clothings have vanished. Good God, what just happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that i was having a Nightmare. I am turning Insomniac in anticipation of my Skiing trip to Slovakia. It's only Friday, the 5th of Jan, still a week to go for the D-day. But every night takes its toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;(3 Weeks Ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My DB Administrator, Jozsef Jasfalvi came up to me asking if i was willing to join them for Skiing between 12th-15th Jan 2007. I was ready to take my chances. Especially, i am this adventurous type, who would go to any length to break a limb, so that i can relax at home for a month. :-) (Is this guy, Sick??)&lt;br /&gt;My CIO called me up during Christmas and encouraged me to join the rest of the team for Skiing. There is no looking back now. Anytime i raise this concern with my team, they cheer me up; conceal the dangers of skiing like anything. I had no idea that people utter these many white lies to find scapegoats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;(2 Weeks Ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posted 8:42 p.m. EST, December 24, 2006 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAN FRANCISCO, California (AP)&lt;/strong&gt; -- California Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger recuperated at his home in Sun Valley, Idaho, on Sunday, a day after he broke his right leg while skiing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Picked up from http://www.cnn.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was enough to keep me panicked during the whole of Christmas. The whole city was sleeping; i couldn't share my concerns with anyone. I was suffocating with fear and anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;(Yesterday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole bunch of us went out to rent the Ski-Kits. The Boots, Skis, Ski Bindings, Helmets and everything else that make you so heavy that you can barely move. I believe that the "Medieval Age Knights" looked slimmer than us trying our Ski-Kits. I met Peter, my good old buddy. He is joining us too. I found out that a few people in the group were rookie like me. I got a few souls on my side of the game too. I teamed up with these guys and announced proudly saying that "We will keep ourselves restricted to less steeper slopes. That way, we can avoid accidents". Peter emerged out of nowhere, never seen him so spontaneous before. He uttered "It doesn't matter, some rookie like you, may crash in to you".&lt;br /&gt;He enquired if i had insurance. GOD!! I totally missed it. I don't have insurance outside Hungary. He blew the air out of everything. Till now i was feeling SUFFOCATED, now it feels someone has just STRANGLED me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;(Today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since yesterday's events, i am mentally preparing for a sure disaster in the week ahead. Since morning, i have allotted 2-3 men enquiring about insurance with the obscurest travel agents of Budapest. I am gobbling wikipedia about how to Ski, importantly how to Stop!!&lt;br /&gt;One of my project leaders have been very helpful. He Googled a list of the most recent accidents that have occurred on Ski resorts. I wish he stopped there. He sent me the address to a website which was providing paid lawyer services to fight lawsuits involving skiing accidents. Here is an excerpt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Montana Skiing Accident Lawyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Though snow skiing and other winter sports are exciting and fun for the whole family, accidents do happen. In many cases, these accidents are the result of a resort or individual failing to properly post signs and warnings or failing to properly monitor conditions, or the improper design of ski runs or ski lifts and other essential machinery. If you have been injured in a ski accident, we will work hard to help you obtain the compensation you need and deserve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- picked up from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foustbuckley.com/PracticeAreas/PracticeAreaDescriptions8.asp"&gt;http://www.foustbuckley.com/PracticeAreas/PracticeAreaDescriptions8.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foust Buckley P.C is a major law firm in the US. Skiing Accidents is only one area of their practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Their motto is "&lt;strong&gt;Committed to helping good people during difficult times&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i represent good people, and i am going through really difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i was almost confirming my payment to an insurance company who was willing to insure my trip. At my back someone just reminded me, "Do they insure against &lt;a href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Avalanche'&gt;AVALANCHES&lt;/a&gt;?". I figured out that no one can save me. I will be the first person to lay down my life for the cause of Skiing. Promise, it feels nothing less than &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martyrdom"&gt;"Martyrdom"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning starts with the same jitter and I go to sleep with the same insane fear. Every day i get new recommendations about finding lawyers, filling lawsuits, getting insurances, avoiding avalanches. Someone is yet to tell me about YETI or a SNOWMAN. But i guess, they are only found in the Himalayas. Who knows they might have migrated sometime. I have a strong belief, anything can happen to make my life, a living hell. Till now, every day i hear the same gibberish from my Colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Indistinct sounds at the back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheer-Leader1:&lt;/strong&gt; pras, its gonna be safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheer-Leader2:&lt;/strong&gt; hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheer-Leader3:&lt;/strong&gt; he is our expert rookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheer-Leader1:&lt;/strong&gt; you will be expert after the training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheer-Leader2:&lt;/strong&gt; Arnie Schwarzenegger was skiing in.....&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story continues........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Did you think I'd crumble&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I'd lay down and die&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, not i&lt;br /&gt;I will survive&lt;br /&gt;As long as I know how to love&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll stay alive&lt;br /&gt;I've got all my life to live&lt;br /&gt;I've got all my love to give&lt;br /&gt;And I'll survive&lt;br /&gt;I will survive&lt;br /&gt;I will survive...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- lyrics from "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--- The author has a very unbiased view on skiing. He still wishes to go skiing and get a real life taste of what it feels like being a POLAR BEAR or a HARP SEAL. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Trivia) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skiing is one of the few words in the English language that contains two "i"s in a row. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18802956-4525303796220098552?l=prasenjitp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prasenjitp.blogspot.com/feeds/4525303796220098552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18802956&amp;postID=4525303796220098552' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18802956/posts/default/4525303796220098552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18802956/posts/default/4525303796220098552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prasenjitp.blogspot.com/2007/01/seconding-darwin-survival-of-fittest_05.html' title='Seconding Herbert Spencer: Survival of the Fittest'/><author><name>Pras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017483698637365142</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-18802956.post-4206916549511936668</id><published>2006-12-06T22:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T12:22:26.744+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jilted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ditch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heartbreak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbroken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakup'/><title type='text'>Why did you break my Heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And then it strikes when you're not thinking&lt;br /&gt;Tears roll down your face before you know&lt;br /&gt;And one day while you are busy dreaming&lt;br /&gt;it snatches away all, you don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Food has lost its taste, colors seem dull,&lt;br /&gt;what mattered most doesn't anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;---- Penned by a budding poetess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you got it right. We have not assembled here doing postmortem of a break-up, but to re-iterate that life still exists beyond a dead relationship. This is a concious effort on part of the author to get the HOPE out from within us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A few questions that I need to know&lt;br /&gt;How you could ever hurt me so&lt;br /&gt;I need to know what i've done wrong&lt;br /&gt;And how long it's been going on&lt;br /&gt;Was it that I never paid enough attention&lt;br /&gt;Or did I not give enough affection&lt;br /&gt;Not only will your answers keep me sane&lt;br /&gt;But i'll know never to make the same mistake again&lt;br /&gt;You can tell me to my face&lt;br /&gt;Or even on the phone&lt;br /&gt;You can write it in a letter&lt;br /&gt;Either way i've have to know&lt;br /&gt;Did I never treat you right&lt;br /&gt;Did I always start the fight&lt;br /&gt;Either way i'm going out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;All the answers to my questions I have to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;---- Lyrics from "Never Ever" by All Saints&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many of us who has been a jilted lover (at some point of time) these questions must have passed our mind several times. Now the Million Dollars question. What went Wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet, feelings intensify and we fall in love. Our dreams and plans start fostering around this one person whom we have just started to know. This aura of possession plunges us in to an abysmal dependence. And then someday we find ourselves at loggerheads. We fight, we sulk and we make up. We COMPROMISE. Love Wins??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For something which was meant to be unconditional, we patch it up making negotiations. Several Moons later when we have changed completely to adapt to our partner's convenience, lightning strikes out of nowhere. The castle of our dreams crumbles to dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any separation is hardly mutual. Thanks to the figment of our imagination that even in those difficult times we manage to put a sugary coat on this seeping pain to brand it as an "amicable mutual decision" - because that's socially more acceptable. Remember!! Its always one partner, who drifts far away from the feeling of togetherness and finally breaks the NEWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to mention what the counterpart goes through. The more you get swept away by your blossoming love, the tougher it is to put your life back in to track. Who is to BLAME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There is no excuse my friend&lt;br /&gt;for breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;breaking my heart again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;---- Lyrics from "Breaking my Heart" by Michael Learns to Rock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently ambitions, compromises, selfishness and inquisitiveness to explore someone new take its toll on most relationships. The blame cannot be attributed to a person but grossly to the society and the way it's heading to. What pines me the most, is the fate of the jilted partner. The left-out lover then sets out to get back their precious possession. If they succeed, its only a matter of time before they fail again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is ironic in this context is most of us take it as a personal failure. Being sensible is realizing the fact that a relationship is like any other job opening where the resourcing manager always looks for the best available fit. So it's likely that at this moment we don't fit in to our partner's plans anymore. That doesn't make either us or the sly lover any bad. It's a simple case of preference and priority. Usually we go to any length to get the partner back. And in the process we plead, we beg. What eludes my understanding is we successfully manage to do this, when a few fortnights back we were speaking of esteem, respect and equality in the same relationship. I am not saying that we should not try to save our relationship, but there is a thin line between trying and begging and we often end up flirting with that. We start analyzing that probably some set of our traits might have put our partner off. We don't stop there, based on that speculation, we throw promises of never repeating those set of behavior which might have been unwelcomed by our other half. All these without even knowing if it really matters to the other person for a true comeback. We are not a whimsical king Melenaus who would attack Troy to get back his wife Helen, only to learn that eloping was her own choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aftermath? The rosy life of the recent past looks so unbearable and unlivable without the partner. Hey, which partner are you speaking of? The one whom you had dreams with, or the one who traded your sentiments? The former is for sure dead. And the new avatar is shockingly insensitive to your needs. Put your feet down; at least have some dignity for yourself. Uphold your plummeting self-respect. You knew the formula to sustenance even before you met your partner. YOU ARE SINGLE, NOT SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i am trying to establish is that, Separation need not always be agony. Think of it as an opportunity to revisit your true self. Develop newer tastes and indulge yourself. Least dissipate your energy over split milk, for milk which didn't even belong to you. The last things that your partner deserves are your tears. Don't spend them for an insensitive heart. Your partner put in a lot of effort to get out of this relationship. WHERE WAS THIS ZEAL AND PASSION WHEN IT CAME TO SAVING THIS RELATIONSHIP?? Ask yourself, i am sure you will carve your way out to a healthy living. At the end of the day, the last thing we need is someone who plays with our heart and let's not give them a feeling that they actually succeeded in doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up every morning as if it were on purpose. Life is not about number of times we breathe; it's about the moments that take our breath away. Enjoy every moment with a renewed zeal. Treat yourself with the best. We love, we fail and we love again. Importantly, We live!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are words from the pining heart of a friend who had a similar experience in the recent past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Life's ways are so confusing&lt;br /&gt;Days of happiness come out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;and when you think life's amusing&lt;br /&gt;Days of sadness creep on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find an act so fascinating&lt;br /&gt;Smiles and laughter make you glow&lt;br /&gt;And then IT strikes when you're not thinking&lt;br /&gt;Tears roll down your face before you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You meet your love, so loving and so caring&lt;br /&gt;Who spins a dream, oh so old.. yet so new&lt;br /&gt;And one day while you are busy dreaming&lt;br /&gt;IT snatches away all, you don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, some day I'm just praying&lt;br /&gt;Life looks pretty with the sun, the moon, the stars, the sea and the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;One day, some day I'm just hoping&lt;br /&gt;I understand the ways of life.. I surely hope so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did it break your heart??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---- The author has used "You" frequently to make the voice more active. This was an effort to focus on the brighter side of human life blurred by a dead relationship. In the article above, the author has tried his best to be sensitive towards both parties involved in a break-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18802956-4206916549511936668?l=prasenjitp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prasenjitp.blogspot.com/feeds/4206916549511936668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18802956&amp;postID=4206916549511936668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18802956/posts/default/4206916549511936668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18802956/posts/default/4206916549511936668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prasenjitp.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-did-you-break-my-heart.html' title='Why did you break my Heart?'/><author><name>Pras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017483698637365142</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-18802956.post-116050750799405645</id><published>2006-10-10T20:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:13:36.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tag: 10 Simple pleasures of life, mind boggling names</title><content type='html'>"Here I am, This is me, There's nowhere else on earth I'd rather be"&lt;br /&gt;       --Bryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere else on earth I'd rather be. Being a hedonist, i fancy being immersed in my pleasures. &lt;br /&gt;And for whatever reason i am here tagging my pleasures, i am not liking it. Well, Pleasures are a secret!!&lt;br /&gt;Guess why? Simple!! Cause, this is not any pleasure. And if you are dying to know as to who bullied me in to this, then You better ask &lt;a href="http://survon.blogspot.com"&gt;Survon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;God forgive her, because i AM NOT going to. She doesn't know what she is doing (Re-iterating same words as Jesus did,during his crucification)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Name 10 of life's simple pleasures that you like the most, then pick 10 people to do the same. Try to be original and creative; try not to use things that someone else has already used."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the much wanted dossier on this hedonist indulged in true pleasure. Here is what the Royal Bengal tiger likes to be with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Talking. I love talking. I can talk (I meant, i can talk "sense") for hours altogether. Any listeners?&lt;br /&gt;2) Eating. Just cannot resist. Call me a gourmet. (I am strictly against eating Monkey Brains)&lt;br /&gt;3) Medidating (aka Sleeping) &lt;br /&gt;4) Outdoor Games. Be it any game, i am in for it. Survon bullies this sportsman saying that "you are too serious on a sportsfield, you always want to win". I asked, "show me one person who wants to lose?". She was MUM. :-) I can lose to my wife/girl friend and kids only, nowhere else :-)&lt;br /&gt;5) Photography. I love being with my two bags full of cameras. Oh sorry, thats misphrasing. I have two bags, the cameras are so big that the bags look full. Thats more like it!!&lt;br /&gt;6) Travelling. be it India or Abroad, you always have me in your gang, when you are travelling or even talking about travel. Oh yes, that reminds me, I love TALKING&lt;br /&gt;7) Getting Bullied. I am getting used to getting bullied. Infact thats my favourite pasttime these days. Ask &lt;a href="http://survon.blogspot.com"&gt;Survon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;8) Idling. Lying like a dead fish, dreaming, thinking, philosophies, in a trance. Bet, thats a lot of work.&lt;br /&gt;9) Cooking. I can cook everything other than Round Shaped Roti's. That doesn't mean that you are invited to my place for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;10)Socialising. Now this one is a real sitter. I am giving ideas to you folks, but i don't mind. Yeah, i am good and happy with any and every kind of socialising. I am very much a social animal. Wanna Try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i am done with it, I don't want to victimise anyone passing over the onus of listing their pleasures :-) &lt;br /&gt;Whoa!! I am breaking a Chain Reaction. Got Guts, Baby!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18802956-116050750799405645?l=prasenjitp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prasenjitp.blogspot.com/feeds/116050750799405645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18802956&amp;postID=116050750799405645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18802956/posts/default/116050750799405645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18802956/posts/default/116050750799405645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prasenjitp.blogspot.com/2006/10/tag-10-simple-pleasures-of-life-mind.html' title='tag: 10 Simple pleasures of life, mind boggling names'/><author><name>Pras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017483698637365142</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-18802956.post-116047327002751942</id><published>2006-10-10T10:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T14:47:58.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare to send me a forward again??</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, Survon sent me a forwarded email. That was the last email that she had ever forwarded to anyone. Don't ask me why, better go through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- Message from &lt;a href="http://survon.blogspot.com"&gt;Survon&lt;/a&gt; &lt;mail&gt;on Mon, 9 Oct 2006 09:10:25 -0700 (PDT) -----&lt;br /&gt;To: Close2Reality@ZZZ.com&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Fwd: Agree? hehe......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons in Logic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your father is a poor man,&lt;br /&gt;it is your fate but,&lt;br /&gt;if your father-in-law is a poor man,&lt;br /&gt;it's your stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born intelligent -&lt;br /&gt;education ruined me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice makes perfect.....&lt;br /&gt;But nobody's perfect......&lt;br /&gt;so why practice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's true that we are here to help others,&lt;br /&gt;then what exactly are the others here for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since light travels faster than sound,&lt;br /&gt;people appear bright until you hear them speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come "abbreviated" is such a long word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is not everything.&lt;br /&gt;There's Mastercard &amp; Visa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One should love animals.&lt;br /&gt;They are so tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind every successful man, there is a woman&lt;br /&gt;And behind every unsuccessful man, there are two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every man should marry.&lt;br /&gt;After all, happiness is not the only thing in&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wise never marry.&lt;br /&gt;and when they marry they become otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is a relative term.&lt;br /&gt;It brings so many relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never put off the work till tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;what you can put off today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your future depends on your dreams"&lt;br /&gt;So go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There should be a better way to start a day&lt;br /&gt;Than waking up every morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hard work never killed anybody"&lt;br /&gt;But why take the risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Work fascinates me"&lt;br /&gt;I can look at it for hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made relatives;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God we can choose our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you learn, the more you know,&lt;br /&gt;The more you know, the more you forget&lt;br /&gt;The more you forget, the less you know&lt;br /&gt;So.. why learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bus station is where a bus stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A train station is where a train stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my desk, I have a work station....&lt;br /&gt;what more can I say.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---------Close2Reality@ZZZ.com Replied------------------------- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreed&lt;br /&gt;Looks like, this content below reflect all charismatic philosophies of your life, in particular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you are at your WORK-STATION now, Where your WORK has stopped, right?&lt;br /&gt;Now i know as to why you get in to sleep every now and then, you are catching up with your dreams for the future, aren't you? This explains why you are such a lazy bu*, you never risk to get in to hard work, who knows it might kill. No doubts that "works fascinates you", you can stare at me working for hours. Quite possible that you were not ruined from your toddler days, I blame it all to education. It all shows your reluctance to do any-work with perfection. "Nobody's Perfect", huh!!&lt;br /&gt;I have seldom come across bright faces like yours. ahem!! only till you had opened your mouth. I didn't know that all your love for animals were because of your cullinary tastes. "Tasty", erghhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;So this was the secret why you put off work everyday and not wait for "tomorrow"? And lastly, I have this strong feeling, now that you have your mastercard and visa, can you be generous enough to give me all your Money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know this day would be such a Milestone when i would come to know so much about "You" and "Yourself". I am not sure, if you had this much of an insight to critically look in to yourself. I am glad that i have assisted. If you happened to know more about yourself only today, then i say, "don't get overwhemled with this mamoth discovery of information". I can be instrumental in digging more staggering facts later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to have a good time for the rest of the day. You need more than good luck for it!!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18802956-116047327002751942?l=prasenjitp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prasenjitp.blogspot.com/feeds/116047327002751942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18802956&amp;postID=116047327002751942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18802956/posts/default/116047327002751942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18802956/posts/default/116047327002751942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prasenjitp.blogspot.com/2006/10/dare-to-send-me-forward-again.html' title='Dare to send me a forward again??'/><author><name>Pras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017483698637365142</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-18802956.post-115926847931059466</id><published>2006-09-26T11:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T10:45:21.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Can anyone help me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Being in an IT consultancy company for 7 years now, i have got several forwarded emails where "Users" show off their lack of mind to customer care or call centres. I have always dreamt if i could be a real "dumb user" (What an Unusual Fantasy!!). I plan to be so much dumb, that the customer care professional who handles me, goes back to his/her friends and laughs their heart out. And finally, i do it. I think, i made this guy's day. Check it out for yourself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about a dating portal in India, where from people choose girl/boy friends or their soul-mates. I had been to one of them recently. I landed on to the payment page, and didn't feel like proceeding, after seeing the humoungous amounts for a paid membership, that too in Dollars. I shifted my attention towards other windows in my computer, the payment page remainded unattended. As, i was there in the payment page for more than 5 mins, a Customer Care Professional came by to help. The rest of the Journey is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To maintain confidentiality, the names of the people, places and objects involved have been changed. Nonetheless, the author has given every bit of effort to keep intact, the whole charm of the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Welcome to YourFunDate.com. I am a Live Help Operator. How may I help you today?&lt;br /&gt;you: hello&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Hi&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Are you interested in Paid Membership?&lt;br /&gt;you: yes, i am&lt;br /&gt;you: but why am i getting the amount in dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Where are you residing?&lt;br /&gt;you: india of course&lt;br /&gt;you: i go around travelling a bit&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Your FunDate ID pls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My response is Censored to Maintain Privacy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you: But i do not have a credit card&lt;br /&gt;you: i wish to use my icici bank account to pay, is it possible?&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Do you have debit card?&lt;br /&gt;you: no&lt;br /&gt;you: i have an ATM card&lt;br /&gt;you: i didn't change it for a debit card&lt;br /&gt;you: someone told me that its risky to have one. Especially, when people are doing "Phising" and like things.&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: In which city are you residing?&lt;br /&gt;you: Mumbai&lt;br /&gt;you: i belong to Calcutta though&lt;br /&gt;you: kharagpur, to be precise&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: You can make the payment in our Mumbai office&lt;br /&gt;at the following address&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: YourFunDate.com,&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: 505, Centre Point,&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Andheri-Kurla Rd,&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Near Kohinoor Continental Hotel,&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Andheri East,&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Mumbai - 400 059.&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: mumbai@YourFunDate.com&lt;br /&gt;you: why cannot i pay, using the Internet?&lt;br /&gt;you: say, if i can use my friends' debit card&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: You can make the online payment using your credit card or debit card&lt;br /&gt;you: my friend has one, can i use his?&lt;br /&gt;you: i asked him today&lt;br /&gt;you: he is willing to lend me for this purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Then you can make the payment through them&lt;br /&gt;you: how about the dollar thing? Why is the payment showing in Dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: From where are you accessing the site now?&lt;br /&gt;you: my computer, offcourse!!&lt;br /&gt;you: its a global support machine&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: At present are you in india?&lt;br /&gt;you: no&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Kindly note that the payment details will be shown in dollars if you access it from outside india&lt;br /&gt;you: ah!!&lt;br /&gt;you: when will it be shown in Indian rupees?&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: If you access the site from india, then it will be&lt;br /&gt;you: how does ur website know that i am outside India?&lt;br /&gt;you: its me who told u, if i didn't tell you, how would you know?&lt;br /&gt;you: first i thought, it was showing me dollars because of my overseas location. I changed it back to mumbai then&lt;br /&gt;you: But, still its showing me in dollars&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Kindly note that the payment details are shown based on your IP address&lt;br /&gt;you: what is my ip address?&lt;br /&gt;you: God!! how do i change it now?&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Sorry! it cannot be changed&lt;br /&gt;you: why do you think so?&lt;br /&gt;you: i thought i can change my address anytime. Did you not change address anytime?&lt;br /&gt;you: sorry, i am not quite following you&lt;br /&gt;you: can you be a bit fast, i am feeling sleepy&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Sorry! the ip location will be displayed according to place from where you access the site&lt;br /&gt;you: Now i am worried. I wonder, how did you get my address? How did you know which place i am accessing the site from&lt;br /&gt;you: i didn't mention it anywhere in your website&lt;br /&gt;you: Hello Ramy, i am having a bit of jet-lag&lt;br /&gt;you: can you be a bit faster, thanks&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: It will be displayed according to the location you access the site&lt;br /&gt;you: did you like hack my computer to know my location information?&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Can you please be clear&lt;br /&gt;you: I wish i could request you, the same&lt;br /&gt;you: I am a bit confused now.&lt;br /&gt;you: Can you please tell me, how to go about changing my address&lt;br /&gt;you: i am sure there must be a means in the site to change the address&lt;br /&gt;you: my friend did it once. He categorically mentioned it to me before.&lt;br /&gt;you: Huh!! You cannot fool me with your tricks. I am Darn Sure, the address can be changed.&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Sorry! it is not possible to change it and we dont have any idea in this regard&lt;br /&gt;you: god!! what kind of website is this? in icici.com site, i change my address whenever i changed place&lt;br /&gt;you: and its me who always requests for an address change, they never know where i am using their website from&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: You can change the residence address in the site, but your ip address details cannot be changed&lt;br /&gt;you: so, who can help me change the ip address?&lt;br /&gt;you: do i have to write to customer services?&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Kindly note that the ip address will be displayed according to your location&lt;br /&gt;you: You have told this thing to me before, several times. Please tell me something new.&lt;br /&gt;you: but there should be a way to change it right?&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Sorry! The ip address cannot be changed, as it is displayed according to the location&lt;br /&gt;you: I am a bit worried now&lt;br /&gt;you: I have such an address which cannot be changed&lt;br /&gt;you: Thats sounds very weird to me&lt;br /&gt;you: and it depends on the location, uh!!&lt;br /&gt;you: what do i do now?&lt;br /&gt;you: how do i pay for the membership in Indian Rupees?&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: You can make the payment through your friends or relatives residing in India to make the payment in INR&lt;br /&gt;you: Thats bad&lt;br /&gt;you: This whole dating thing is pretty private to me. I don't want to announce it to all my friends and relatives&lt;br /&gt;you: and at the same time, i need to Pay for this membership. I am getting older now&lt;br /&gt;you: I need to find a girl for me&lt;br /&gt;you: do i write to customer services,if they can help?&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: You can also send the payment to our branch office in India&lt;br /&gt;you: Through post, you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: yes, you can send it through cheque, DD or MO&lt;br /&gt;you: ok, great&lt;br /&gt;you: One last thing&lt;br /&gt;you: Can i ask you a favor?&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Yes, tell me&lt;br /&gt;you: thanks&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Welcome&lt;br /&gt;you: May be you are that guy, who breaks the rules just once. Can you not get my work done somehow. I mean, get me membership by paying in Indian Ruppes now?&lt;br /&gt;you: I mean, my cheque will reach india after a long time, if i send through post&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Sorry!! You can ask your friends or relatives to make the payment on behalf of you&lt;br /&gt;you: Know what? I have to write emails to a girl i like in your website. She is pretty cute. I fear, i might lose her&lt;br /&gt;you: In these disastrous circumstances too, You seem very tough on me.&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: You can upgrade your profile and contact all the interested members&lt;br /&gt;you: thats what, the problem is. its taking time for me to upgrade my membership.&lt;br /&gt;you: you understand, right?&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Yes, but we can only guide you in making the payment&lt;br /&gt;you: ok, i will write to my relatives. Let me see, if i can get a girl friend. Its so tough to chat with someone from ur website&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Once you become a paid member you can contact all the interested members&lt;br /&gt;you: Thank you for your time. If i need your help, i will write to u&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Welcome&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Thanks for using our service!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Please do not hesitate to contact us at anytime. We are here 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;you: But how?&lt;br /&gt;you: how do i reach you?&lt;br /&gt;you: you must have an email address&lt;br /&gt;you: oh, i remember now.&lt;br /&gt;you: so next time, i have to wait for 5 minutes at the payment page, before i get hold of you, right?&lt;br /&gt;you: and i ask for Ramy? What is your full name, again?&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: You can also click on Live help at the top right side of YourFunDate.com page to chat with us&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: I am Ramy&lt;br /&gt;you: but I have a problem. i don't want to explain this whole scenario to anyone from scratch again&lt;br /&gt;you: its cumbersome. Can you prepare something like a case-file?&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: You can contact us at anytime&lt;br /&gt;you: may be i will save this whole chat somewhere, and then next time i speak to any of your customer care officers, i just copy-paste it. what do say? good idea?&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: You can do it&lt;br /&gt;you: what is your email id? where are you chatting from now?&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Chennai, India&lt;br /&gt;you: it must be quite late there&lt;br /&gt;you: i am feeling very sleepy now. Are you sleepy too?&lt;br /&gt;you: Chennai is a nice place. i have been there. Only Summers and Winters are not good there. And it has two rainy seasons. Rest of the year, its good out there.&lt;br /&gt;you: Its very beautiful. I like ur place&lt;br /&gt;you: have you been to kharagpur, i was born there. I grew up as a kid in that town.&lt;br /&gt;you: its a nice place too&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Ok fine&lt;br /&gt;you: Doesn't look like, that you are typing really fast. I have to say that You are very slow&lt;br /&gt;you: or are you chatting with many friends at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: We are chatting with many members now&lt;br /&gt;you: Oh Good. I learnt typing, 3 years back.&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Ok&lt;br /&gt;you: you continue chatting with your friends. I have to go to sleep now&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Thanks for using our service!!!&lt;br /&gt;you: Yeah, it was not that great though. It was of no use to me after all.&lt;br /&gt;you: You have a good night&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Please do not hesitate to contact us at anytime. We are here 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: Bye&lt;br /&gt;you: yes yes. no problems. I will ask your service, if i am in problems again&lt;br /&gt;you: you are very nice&lt;br /&gt;Ramy: You are always welcome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18802956-115926847931059466?l=prasenjitp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prasenjitp.blogspot.com/feeds/115926847931059466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18802956&amp;postID=115926847931059466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18802956/posts/default/115926847931059466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18802956/posts/default/115926847931059466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prasenjitp.blogspot.com/2006/09/can-anyone-help-me.html' title='Can anyone help me?'/><author><name>Pras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017483698637365142</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-18802956.post-115869149026632249</id><published>2006-09-19T19:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T19:47:53.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CPI(M), LIES AND GANASHAKTI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June, 2003: Shakespeare Sarani, Kolkata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept looking on as the traffic lights toggled from red to green and back to red. Past 50 minutes, i have been stranded on the same co-ordinates, without moving much. I am in a Bus, in the heart of Kolkata. My ride was heading towards Downtown Kolkata, until we got tangled in this mess of urban traffic. Brine slided past my cheeks. These are not tears of joy, invoked by reunion with my motherland, after a year. I was sweating profusely, trying to keep up with the humidity of the "city of Joy", as Kolkata is often refered to. The sweltering heat, sticky sweat, cluttering of vehicles, the cacophony of honks took its toll on me. I cannot believe, this is where i waited for a year to be in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With time, news started floating in, as to why this whole gamut of populace was stuck here. The revelation didn't sound new to me. The CPI(M) (The ruling Communist Party) was flouting a procession near Maidan (a Huge Parade ground in the downtown), resulting in this mayhem. Little were they considerate to have thrown the whole traffic out of order. This is not the first time, I am used to these pedestrian theatrics from my very childhood. These people have contributed incessantly towards new name of Kolkata, "Michhil Nogori" or "The city of processions". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What Bengal thinks today, India thinks tomorrow", this bit of text in the history books made me so proud. As a teenager, I used to flaunt being a Bengali, but not any more. The ruling CPI(M) party has done nothing, but to eat up the very base of a heritageous Bengal. Unemployment, Poverty, Illiteracy has become rampant over the past decade. The voice of the Mass Media  is under question. Print Media has become mouthpieces of political parties, probably that was the only survival strategy left to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaned on to the window, thinking of the Bengal my dad would have got as a heritage. I feel sorry that i cannot give my kids, a better one. The inception of politics in educational institutions can only be attributed to the CPI(M). I can still remember, how aimlessly the teenager comrades used to roam around in my school premises. I am not sure, if at that age, anyone has the maturity to understand politics and get in to it. But some of my folks were very much in to it, much like misguided missiles. I have seen my seniors leaving Bengal for a clean, hassle free living. The bureaucracy has smothered every entrepreneur causing job cuts and factory close-downs. At times, people were left with no resort, but to be a vassal to CPI(M). The situation was even worse in the countryside. People saw bread only before elections. No-one ever dared to fight a CPI(M) candidate in an election. The defaulters were outcaste and ripped off their decent living. Ah!! I am sure, so many of us have experienced this before. Someway or the Other. I am amazed to see no opposition to this pilferage. Probably we have accepted this way of living; probably, no intellect is willing to take off their blue collars to ward this dirt off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost in an abyss of Depression. I broke my trance when something soft caressed my hairs. There was this boy wrapped in old rags, selling the daily "Ganashakti" (Meaning, the strength of the common Man), the mouthpiece of CPI(M). My imminent reflex was to buy one. Not to know what the polit-bureau was trying to voice, but much to help out the desolated boy in his living. I was browsing through the pages randomly, like a kid. All that caught my eyes were pictures of a Golden Bengal, the best state-of-art infrastructure, Dreams. I imagined, how long can people keep their eyes shut to an imminent disaster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganashakti is not a newspaper, its the voice of CPI(M). Any News which is biased or seen through colored glasses is not good to cater. It creates misimpression in minds of the public. And thats what the modus operandi of "Ganashakti" is. Its intended to cripple the minds of CPM cadres who would not be left with the power to think anymore and make themselves available at the beck and call of their Big Ducks. In every page, you will come across news from the CPI(M) fortress properly picked, pickled and spiced up to portray the "Messiah" and "Philanthropist" image of CPI(M), which is a far cry. CPI(M), these days is reduced to a ruthless exploiter who can do anything to meet their selfish needs, and that's what the grim reality is. They have made the population so much crippled with their 26 years of rape of democracy, that no-one has the fist to fight and revolt. The philosophy of Communism which started off with Jyoti Basu taking oath as the Chief Minister, died in a few years and all the steps taken by the CPI(M) government to exercise democracy has only curbed industrial growth and fostered local goons within the cadre fraternity. CPI(M), is far from a sweet dream anymore. They are a nightmare, a barrier in the path of modern Bengal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i had to rename Ganashakti, i would happily do it as "Ganashatru" (The enemy of the common Man)&lt;br /&gt;The devil has ruled Bengal for over 26 years now. Intellectuals everywhere have been left stunned about the stagnant mind of Bengalis. Have we compromised with such kind of a living. Or are we all Dead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;      --CPI(M) is the Communist party of India, Marxist. They are provincial to the states of West Bengal and Kerala. In West Bengal, they came in to power in 1977, and has remained undefeated till now. The author does not have a bias for any political party.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18802956-115869149026632249?l=prasenjitp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prasenjitp.blogspot.com/feeds/115869149026632249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18802956&amp;postID=115869149026632249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18802956/posts/default/115869149026632249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18802956/posts/default/115869149026632249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prasenjitp.blogspot.com/2006/09/cpim-lies-and-ganashakti.html' title='CPI(M), LIES AND GANASHAKTI'/><author><name>Pras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017483698637365142</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-18802956.post-114684324337505349</id><published>2006-05-05T16:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T17:17:18.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7822/1848/1600/PrasAscii.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was during the rains in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;Medical Test - Everytime u travel abroad, u have to. I was in no mood to go for a medical test. I end up having at least 2-3 full medical tests in a year. Some because of travel and some because my doctor wants to fill his wallet by asking me to get a Cardiogram or Chest X-ray because i am having some headache. I was not happy with all these. This time, i had to go. No other way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reported to Ranbaxy at 7.30 AM. At first sight they gave me the urine and stool containers, expecting me to do it right there. I informed, i have got it from home :-) They had to accept the shi*, cause i had taken everything in pre-cleansed containers, provided by them to my Travels department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was so very looking normal, until the Nurse came along with 6 test tubes and a tourniquet-like thing. Apparently, it looked as if she had changed roles with a Vampire. Women have an ill-reputation of having vampire-like traits. No, offences, but i have only heard. :-) She told me that she was there for blood test. I was so insistent on giving only 1 tube of blood, not more than 1, i can settle for 2, cry out loud and give 3, but definitely not 6. Somehow she forced her way to 6 tubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hrs was past, since i came in. All the tests were done. Only the post-glucose tests were left. For those who don't know what a post-glucose test is, here is an eye opener. They 'ADMINISTER' (Very rarely are you not treated like a specimen :-) ) you with some food and 30 mins after having the food, they do some tests to make sure that the post-glucose levels were also within the acceptable limits. I do not have very good memories of my previous Medical Tests, so I assumed that it would be a blood test. So i went to toilet, had my breakfast and then pee'ed again. I was waiting for the 30 mins to get over me. And then the attendant over the desk shrieked out my name. I noticed the agony in her face, as though something untoward had been detected in my previous tests. :-) I was only trying to be funny. She asked me if i had food. On a YES note from me, she handed me with the Urine kit again. I was not willing to take it from her, but she kept on insisting. I informed that i had already given my urine sample. Then she said something, listening to which i fell from the clouds. She said "have u given post-glucose urine sample". I was like, god. What is this? Why on earth has this to happen with me. I had just been to the Toilet. I debated with the attendant that its not possible for me to give samples because i was not pre-informed about a post-glucose urine test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people sitting around had already started giving dirty stares at us, as if fighting over pee'ing was something very insignificant to them. Well to them may be less significant, but when i am asked to Pee within 10 mins of going to the Toilet, its a real "Big Issue". I had no resort, but to take the container and then go to the Toilet. I had just opened my fly, when someone else barged in a hurry. He was having inquisitive eyes, as if hunting for something. In the Toilet, above the urinals, at the level of the eye, there was a continuous rack. Vertically above my urinal pan, I see that someone has kept a sample on the rack. I was not sure, if it was a mistake or intentional. On looking at this guy, one can make out that people doesn't do these mistakes intentionally. At the first sight, i wondered, if i could use this sample to fill in for me. But who knows, the other person might have just any disease. uff, i might get held up for nothing. I had to drop the plan and try something realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy has already got in to his job. He was frantically searching for something. Meanwhile, i was busy praying to god for a few drops of Pee. I would sacrifice every possession in life for these few drops, such was the state. I have a strange problem everytime. Probably my voluntary muscles are sensitive towards presence of 'External' bodies. Its then, when i stop micturating. I cannot continue if i get concious that i am peeing with people around. Strange, but true. I have lived with this for ages. Now, this guy was literally searching even besides me. He was looking in to trash bins, beneath Urinals, On the Basin top, he was looking everywhere. The only place where he spared was between my legs. Thank God!! At least i felt so, who knows, he might have also searched there to his heart's content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to chip in to his search. Excuse me, "are you looking for this?", with the sample (the one i picked up from the overhead rack) in one hand and maintaining my posture with the other hand. He gave a positive nod. To his glory, as if a Kid has been given a Toy for a gift. He was all smiles. I was too, cause at least i could concentrate on my bigtime job now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the dark clouds were gone, i could feel the silver lining behind them, as my Renal system was responding towards my 'ADHOC' request. The Container was filling in gradually. The ambience was full of joy, hope and delight. Like as if 79 Pigeons are being released to commemorate an independence. You can't enjoy this feeling unless you are a part of it. Do you fancy being in one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18802956-114684324337505349?l=prasenjitp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prasenjitp.blogspot.com/feeds/114684324337505349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18802956&amp;postID=114684324337505349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18802956/posts/default/114684324337505349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18802956/posts/default/114684324337505349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prasenjitp.blogspot.com/2006/05/testing-times.html' title='Testing Times'/><author><name>Pras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017483698637365142</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-18802956.post-114675242341534016</id><published>2006-05-04T15:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T17:33:37.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back with a Blow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am back, still alive and kicking better than before. Its been long. I can't say that "Its been a long wait", cause i know no one waits for anyone. I meant, who gives a shi* if i write or not, if i blog or not. Its always good to have a fair assesment of how much you are wanted by others, or else you end up running after the wrong girl, who doesn't care even if you give up your life :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i tried to look a bit funny. I don't know if its my lack of Humour or your sense of understanding that you couldn't understand me :-) Easy folks!! I am not gonna victimise you. Well i pull legs a lot, a load, i should have said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was i? Oh yeah, i recall, "coming back to blog after long, and who gives a shi*" kind of discussion, wasn't i? I can hear you say "YES". I feel as if, i were a Rock Star on stage and you cheering for me. Ok, now don't start analysing my dreams. Its a sheer wastage of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i wanted to let you know that i am back and with full vigour. Several things have changed over the past few months. Let me try examplify and then lets try figure out if these changes are quantifiable, just to volumnise the impact of the change :-) ahemmm!! I mean it. Ok, now that you agree/believe now, lets start :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time since i wrote, loads of things changed. It started snowing here in Budapest much before the season. The impact of my presence. You see?&lt;br /&gt;We Played Snowball on the first day of snow. The very second day, it snowed again. Guess what we did? Yes, right. We played Snowball again. and then, We kept on playing snowball happily ever after. I believe, its exageration, it was not so happy after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to return from Budapest, cause my visa had expired. I hope people from the Western Countries do not know much about what a Visa is, or how it looks like :-) Sorry, no offenses, i am not under-estimating. This is just giving an idea to others that people in the west are a bit more privileged to move around freely around without the pre-condition of having a VISA to enter a country. Does that make you happy now? I guess so. Ok, lets continue. Where was i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and then i travelled back to Mumbai. It was so very hot there. Not much though, i am used to more. But the transition from - 4 Degrees to 28 Degrees in less than 14 hours caused a bad cold to me. I got over it with a few drinks (pronounce Whisky and Rum). December 2nd 2005, I drank the whole evening, then had food and then again drank and then went to Marine drive with a group of Hungarian friends. We had way too much fun till the late hours of night untill the local Mumbai police dragged us out of the coast. My friends were too imbibed and alien to understand the gravity of the situation. When one of the Police said "Dhakeloon kya samundaar mein", as in "Do i push you in to the sea", i could realise that the Police were on to tasting blood that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two days followed really bad. I had a bloated stomach and a congested lungs. I neglected food. Unfortunately, I took to Diarrhea instantly. So much so, that i was bedridden in the Hospital for 5 days all by myself. One of my female colleague, Nishida(an Indian would have got a name Nishita. She sounds more like Japanese. Well, she has her share of this crap very often :-) ) and her husband helped me reach the hospital and get admitted when i was still at work. After that, for the next 5 days, there was no one who reached out to me. Out of the blue, i had a saviour. She was a very charming and beautiful damsel (I spoke to her first, realised later :-) ). She spoke to me on those lonely days. and even later and later. I don't know how she is now, or where she is, but she definitely meant a lot to me. I am not sure, if she ever realised that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there at home with my parents for during the new year. A load of goodies happened to me then, i was not believing my fate. I visited Jaipur in between for a friend's Wedding. For a change, i continued with my work at Mumbai :-)&lt;br /&gt;Usual Bullshi* at the workplace. Your manager telling you how you can improve, or what you are supposed to do. Nothing new to me. I have taken this crap for 6 years now, i am sort of immuned to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing photography for so many years now, but had no online space. Now i can flaunt some of them, cause i burnt some of my paper photos to CDs (I would ideally like to take a lesson on burning CDs. But for now, i will try to enlighten everyone in this short time and space. Well, this is a very unusual process. if you are in to high level Organic chemistry, you understand it. You burn the paper photos with certain oxidants under fixed temperature and pressure constraints in an adiabatic environment, and the end-result is, you get the photos copied in CDs). &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasi"&gt;Here are only some of photos&lt;/a&gt; from the huge collection that i have in Paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents wanted to get me married. Think, they want to have grandkids. Dunno how to contribute towards that. I am single and desparately looking, not to have kids though :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a lot of new colleagues, reconcilled with old ones. Changed three rented apartments. Met my old-time college buddy-Roomie Ujjal after about 6 years of a hostile relationship. We had a gala time during the weekends while in Mumbai this time. I still remember the days when our duo used to be the terror of the Hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new apartment for myself in Mumbai. I am planning to go back this time to ornate my home with the best of my all collections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here i am back in Budapest since the past 1.5 months, doing nothing much. Eating-sleeping(alone)-Eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things didn't change much in the past few months. The trees had come up with new leaves after they shedded in late autumn. It was all colorful last year, now the trees look all green. What else? Vijay became the project lead after Archana, Seema smiled as always, Sagar learnt Dotnet, Nishida's Husband joined her company, Prasanth became a guaranteer for my loan(people are indeed courageous), Rajneesh decided on a transfer, Asif changed location, Harsha never wrote back to me, Some eyes always were fishy, Someone special called to say "Helluuuu", Panda put on more weight, so has Rinkle, Rinkle left for the UK, Bhombol got married, Piklu changed company, Satish got a job after fighting for 3 years, Most of my folks in US got to their last year of PHD and i am still in that old crammed workplace. The hatcheries close to you all might have bred 17379309.. or more number of chickens, cause we just started having more chicken after the bird flu confusion died out; the Girl-Cow next door has a new calf. Its still a suckling; The hens have been laying incessantly; Its Spring now, the girl next door has started to bloom like the flowers in the fields. Everyday she tries out new outfits with lesser amount of clothings in them; The artics are melting, ozone is depleting, dunno what else to discuss. Dunno, if you have changed, i didn't. Over the past few months, i Loved, i Conquered(don't get ideas), i Lost, I Learnt, But i am still Loving. I won't stop. Fancy joining me? Yes, i am asking you, dumb as*?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18802956-114675242341534016?l=prasenjitp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prasenjitp.blogspot.com/feeds/114675242341534016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18802956&amp;postID=114675242341534016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18802956/posts/default/114675242341534016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18802956/posts/default/114675242341534016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prasenjitp.blogspot.com/2006/05/back-with-blow_04.html' title='Back with a Blow'/><author><name>Pras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017483698637365142</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-18802956.post-113155417199897836</id><published>2005-11-09T17:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T15:50:29.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel to Masuri</title><content type='html'>Hello&lt;br /&gt;This post is in progress.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;Pras&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18802956-113155417199897836?l=prasenjitp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prasenjitp.blogspot.com/feeds/113155417199897836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18802956&amp;postID=113155417199897836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18802956/posts/default/113155417199897836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18802956/posts/default/113155417199897836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prasenjitp.blogspot.com/2005/11/travel-to-masuri.html' title='Travel to Masuri'/><author><name>Pras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17017483698637365142</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-18802956.post-113155354946365546</id><published>2005-11-09T17:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T17:35:22.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A late "Evening" movie in Budapest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wondered what "my head is swimming" could mean? Well, i did. I was watching a Govinda movie in a DVD (we pirated it from an indian store in Southall, London) with english subtitles. There was a sequence where some jerk was relating to Govinda, i quote, "Mera Saar Chakra raha hai", and the subtitle to it was, what we just had as the hot topic for now. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about subtitles, Ever fancied watching an english movie with hungarian subtitles :-) Come to Budapest and feel the thrill of this incomparable extravaganza. An experience worth hair-raising. Easy Folks!! Not so fast, there are loads more in store. So here we start off with the joyride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the posters of english movies that hang around near the theatres have hungarian names to the movies. Its like the hindi version of the movie ERASER (Arnold Schwarzenegger, i am sure, i din get the spelling of the name correct) being called 'Mita dunga Naam o Nisaan' (Man, seriously that movie was called like this in the hindi dubbing).So the suspense continues, even when you have bought the tickets and got in to your screen. Now if someone is smart enough to browse the IMDB (For those who are less familiar with this acronym, its International Movie Database) website and look out for new releases by actors or Genres, then may be its a different story with the name of the movie.To make things better, Trailors start. Oh, my god!! I just love trailers. I can see so many movies in just 10 mins, that too paying money only for 1 movie :-)Past Few movies, i have been watching the trailor of the New Harry Potter movie. Can someone tell me the name to it? I always see a hungarian title to that movie in the cinemas here and even the website that they display in the movie trailer is hungarian. I really really want to see the movie. If someone can please help letting me know the name. One more thing, if any of you have not seen the trailors as yet, then this will break the ice to a good extent. Dunno, what it is exactly about. But this time, it seems like they have spent even more; more violence; i think i saw a few dinosaur kind of a thing several times; and Harry and his folks do not look like kids anymore, they look like they have hit their late Teens :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most hilarious evenings in Theatres have been yesterday. I am sorry to say it as 'evening', but i think custom says that we have to keep it as 'evening' however late it is; may be, we can use 'Night' when we depart. :-) But yes, back to the story. This was me, got home after 8.30 PM in the 'evening' (no puns intended), got a call from my roomie that they had planned for a movie at 10.45 PM in the 'evening' (evening, again? Oh, yeah. I am not joking). Holy cow!! show starts at 10.45 PM? Crazy people!! 10.45 PM show on a week day?? I would say, "YES". If the last show can start after 12 AM in the weekends, then 10.45 Pm in the 'evening' (gimme a break, 10.45 PM in the night is not evening) in the weekdays is just ok. Believe me or not, the DVD shop from where i rent whole lot of movies (social movies, i mean :-) ) is open till 11 Pm in the 'evening' everyday. Such is Budapest. Man, if you are a nocturnal animal you would make the most out of this place. The discos start after 10 PM, nightclubs start after 9 PM (not that i frequent discos and nightclubs, but i had to get the information for you, so that you can all relish this rich information sitting back in your couch. Doing a tough job,huh!! need a pat on my back). Sorry, i have this problem of straying away from the topic, you folks are nothing but distractions :-) Sorry, i am back. Yeah, Discs, Pubs, nightclubs all start very late here. The city is up till very late. I think you can conveniently run around in the city enjoying the nightlife till 4 AM. And moreover its very safe in Budapest, its not like in London where you may get lucky to be shot dead on your way back :-)Ah!! i think i was somewhere else. Yes, got it!! I was speaking about the movie. Yes, this guy tells me that he had booked for a comedy movie. 10 PM in the 'evening' i call this guy and tell him that it would not be possible for me to make it to the movie, till then i din have my food yet, i was only in the process of preparing it. I barely could have anything, reached late and to my misfortune this guy tells me that its a romantic movie with patches of comedy in it. I was so upset(These days i am keeping away from Romance :-) ), he knew that he had to tell me that we were on to a comedy movie, or else i won't turn up. But i never even had a nightmare that he would lie to me to get me in to their company (This statement hints that my company is very much liked by friends :-). I am serious). But it was ok, i had come a long way, almost missed my dinner and i din want to go back, moreover the "TRAILORS" had started, how could have i walked out of such a wonderful situation? We sat back, saw a few movies (ahem!! Trailors :-)) and then the movie started. Somehow, we missed the title of the movie. We speak so much when we go cinema, that we miss a lot of things. Now 10 mins down the line, its all about baseball and other stuffs, i have a glance at this guy. He says, well i bought the ticket for the romantic movie, how are we here? Wonderful!! This guy doesn't even know which screen we have to enter. 30 mins down the line, i do not even know the name of the movie we are watching. Forget me, this guy doesn't even know if he is in the right theatre or if he is seeing the right movie for which he has booked the tickets for. It was a late 'evening' show, din have many people around to have asked the name of the movie. Then, oh my goodness, who was that? Drew Barrymore, not out of nowhere. She was in the movie, Damn!! She had slimmed almost to half of her size (pronounce, previous size). and my god, she was in the best of her acting in this movie. It was a nice movie, romantic, comic. Bit of everything to spice it up. Drew Barrymore has never been better before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been more than 12 hours now, i still do not know the name of the movie. But the guys told me something like a 'Perfect Match'. You can see it (if at all, there is some movie by that name), its worth seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Way back home was much predictable. In Budapest, commuting is very affordable. There has not been a single day when i din roam around in Cabs. So did the same, yesterday night too. Had a good night's sleep and i am back to office to relate you the wonderful reality show that i am experiencing every moment of my stay here.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, its not that bad here, as it sounds. Its my cynical way of looking at things. Sorry, did i say cynical? It should been 'my way to look at lighter side of things', that sounds more suave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know the fun part? Its the weekend!! My god!! 2 days of uninterrupted Mess!! Goodness, you din know it, i told it to you all. See, i am getting in the habit of discovering and inventing new and newer things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while that i had written anything big. I used to write my london diaries to some of you when i was there. I am not sure if i will be able to continue with my Budapest Diaries. But i know, u folks give a shi* to that. Will try penning down something, as and when something comes up in mind. Oh, yes, someone told me yesterday that i am 29 now and not 28 :-) Well, i am still young, i have not completed 29 yet, i am riding on it :-) Sorry folks, i know u all are in ur mid 30s, won't give you blues about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live happy through the weekend till i catch you some other time, soooooooooooooooooooon. 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