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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Dear Mr. Director,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;       At the outset I would take this opportunity to congratulate you on your commendable ‘British’ flick that as brought laurels to my homeland, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. I understand that the glimmer of this little known Indian wouldn’t mean much to a pole star, and this is coming pretty late, but still I write this on with a hope that this unnoticed shine might be able to make up for a noticeable darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;I believe that the movie needs no introduction in here as almost every Indian has seen it at least once. I, myself, have seen it three times. Not because I was truly deeply madly in love with it, but for the reason that I loved the way the ideas were presented, and more of I hunted on for that rocket fire in the movie which boomed it to the Oscars, where a movie like ‘Taarey Zameen Par’ couldn’t leave a mark. Kudos to you Sir, you’ve made it through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;I remember a common saying, ‘When you feel that people are trying to pull you down, or saying bad things about you, you can be sure that you’re at the top’. So, when you’re already at the top, I should drop my disguise and be one of those people trying to pull down. No grudges, no hard feelings, I’ll just be sharing some of my personal experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;       The pages of Economic Times are the witness to the development of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; not only on the economic front but also on the technological front. For all of us who think that India's contribution to world inventions and technological strides stopped after zero, here is an insight into how untrue that is. Right from inventing the Pentium chip for computers to designing state-of-the-art speakers or creating special effects, Indians have been in the lead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;IT sector has given &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; the courage to stand eye in eye to any of the nations who boast about being the top notch on development front. There are 3.22 Million Indians in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. 38% of Doctors in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; are Indians. 12% of Scientists in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; are Indians. 36% of NASA employees are Indians. 34% of MICROSOFT employees are Indians 28% of IBM employees are Indians 17% of INTEL employees are Indians 13% of XEROX employees are Indians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;India is the 7th nuclear power in the world&lt;br /&gt;India is the 5th largest economy in the world&lt;br /&gt;India is the largest democracy in the world&lt;br /&gt;India is the 4th nation in the world to have developed/or developing a nuclear submarine&lt;br /&gt;India is the 5th nation in the world to be in the multi billion dollar space commerce business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is the 4th nation in the world to develop (or nearly to) ICBM's(can travel up to 14,000km)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is the 3rd nation in the world, to be able to develop land based and sea based cruise missiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;For more information, this link can be helpful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sciforums.com/INDIA-s-contributions-to-the-world-t-4567.html"&gt;http://www.sciforums.com/INDIA-s-contributions-to-the-world-t-4567.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;If such is the poise of India, then why does a stranger in this foreign land stares into my golden frame thinking that I’m one of those Jamal’s from the slums who’s made it to “Who wants to be a Millionare?” Of course millions of us have made it to the millionaire mark, and there is no denial to the fact that millions are still under the poverty line, but no Indian was born having a sun bath, sitting comfortably on a Hot seat laid down for him at the hilltop. We have climbed ourselves and reached there. Why, out of all the things in this world, the stranger starts the conversation with, ‘Hey you’re from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, I’ve seen the Indian movie that made it to the Oscars.’ Yes I’m Indian and I’m proud of being one. But as and when the mention of the movie comes up I’m that one Indian who has to save the dignity of his motherland in eyes of a foreigner. The conversation follows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Ma’am &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is not what’s shown in the movie. &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is one of the fastest growing world’s economies, next only to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. The Indian IT sector forms the 85% of the world’s IT (I’m still an alien to the exact figure. That was just boasting)”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Yes I know”, the stranger then recalls some lines he’d read in her 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; class history book. “The outsourcing has brought that to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; because of cheap labor”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Oh No! It’s because Indians have the right attitude and aptitude to tackle the challenges of the IT industry. Not everyone can sit in front of a PC all day long going through the loops of ‘if-then-else’s’ ‘for’s’ and ‘while’s’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The station comes and the conversation ends. But the things are not over. Another day, another foreigner comes up saying that he’s never visited &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; just because he’s ‘heard’ that &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is unclean and a homeland of diseases. First thing, please don’t blame something you have not seen and just heard of. It’s your brain that controls your senses and not the other way round. Think buddy! Secondly, I think its time to narrate you a bed time story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Once a man saw a huge elephant, one of whose legs was tied to a small, weak chain. No wonder the elephant could easily break the chain and run from the captivity. But, he didn’t. He asked the caretaker for the reason, and he replied. “Sir, when this elephant was young, he was tied to the same chain. At that point of time, he was weak to break the chain and couldn’t do it. He has grown up with the same mindset that he cannot break the chain, so now, he doesn’t even try.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hope you get the point sir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And third and most important thing Mr. Scared Foreigner. Learn to take care of yourselves. You’re no longer a little kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Dear Mr. Director, I won’t blame you for any of the above incidents. In fact, we ourselves are to be blamed for the reason that we’ve chosen to be a helpless Jamal sitting in the loo, staring at the superstar out of a peek hole in a closed door. And we’ve clutched our nose to jump into the shit hole just for a whiff of that superstar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;But still, I wish that you’d have taken some time out to see the other side of the Indian coin too where the four Lions stand growling at whoever raises an eye on its motherland. Trust me Sir; they can tear the world apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I’m on lookout for elephants now. But the problem is that there were millions of them already and your movie has incubated a million more. All tied to the petty chain and not trying to break open. I wonder how many, I alone, will be able to tell that “Dude! You’re Big. Open your eyes. Break Free!” I fear an ant that might bite an enlightened elephant and leave him dead. I fancy to someone like your highness who could liberate them amass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 21pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Wish best regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;An Indian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Facts and figures mentioned in here are the best of my shallow knowledge. Reader is suggested to crosscheck with the exact figures&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be continued... Letter to the Prime Minister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-8733000938689579720?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/8733000938689579720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=8733000938689579720' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/8733000938689579720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/8733000938689579720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2009/05/letter-to-director.html' title='A Letter to The Director'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-3213082565319472238</id><published>2008-05-15T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:57:54.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goooooodd Moorrrrrrninnggggg Mumbaiiiiiii…..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u remember the smile of &lt;a href="http://www.indiafm.com/celebrities/filmography/13469/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Vidya Balan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as she wished Mumbai Good Morning???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SCwjCItyVbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0yKZRHBA14Q/s1600-h/14274248_MUSICREV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SCwjCItyVbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0yKZRHBA14Q/s200/14274248_MUSICREV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200570189312316850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who doesn’t!!!! See how she’s smiling….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok this blog isn’t about Vidya Balan… Nah Isn’t abt Munna Bhai either and nor abt Smile and its value to a human being… nah nah…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This blog is all about yippieeeeeeeeee….. :) MUMBAI…. I’m cominggggg…. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hazaron Khwahishein aisi ke Har Khwahish pe Damm Nikle, Bohat Nikle Mere Armaan lekin fir bhi kamm nikle… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was 2 am at night when me Suneet and Tarun were sitting with eyes wide open in bedroom of latter, watching a movie on lappy. Before you get any filthy ideas I should mention that the movie we were watching at 2 am in the morning, it was our movie. Ok! by OUR I mean that the movie we were making…. the story of which started just 32 hours before this bedroom conference…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Failing to recall the date I’ll start with the late in evening of Aranya’07 when I saw some great minds sitting idle in the lawns of F – Block. Sorry it was ideal minds sitting great… They were thinking abt script for a movie when the blogger hopped popped in to sit idle among the great minds. I really can’t forget the wonderful sight of 8-10 people raring to start with the movie making. But, there was no script!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lights Camera Action!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here’s the script for the movie…. The idea adapted late. But it worked… :) I’ll quickly go through some of the events after the script was finalized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 Hours Later… we’re at my place searching for a ‘diya’ in a corner where I’ve always hesitated to step into fearing some mice and lizards. But there were none this time to my pleasure. Neither the mice, nor lizards and nor the diya :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 and a half hours later… Munching Lays, we started shooting the first scene of the movie in a dimly lighted room, and then a hand comes in to light the candle, with a lady sitting on the table…. Ok.. No filthy ideas please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 hours gone. Satisfied :) We certainly have great actors in our team…. (Readers who know the hidden secrets are ‘requested’ to keep their MOUTH SHUT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 and a half hours gone… no progress with the movie. I guess it was some rock show in college which we went to attend…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6 hours gone. 2 am we’re trying to sleep (separately at our places). When an idea strikes. (An idea can change your wife…. errr…. Life) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Hello… Hi tarun, can we go to some school tomorrow if we can request to shoot the infant and school going stage of the baby girl”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“That should be great”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Ok ask Suneet, Swati etc. if they have any contacts where we could be let to shoot the kids” (please don’t take it literally)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 hours pass by…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.. bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That was my cell vibration … I don’t usually keep it ringing :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Haan kithey hai? Ok, comeover to my place, we’ll leave from here”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12 hours gone… Pursuing the school authorities is really a tough task. I and tarun are at a school near to my place while Suneet is at some other school. I’m trying to get some lifetime shots with teacher Tarun Gupta teaching the students C.A.T... cat.. B.A.T…. bat… and ending the class with.. “eh tussi kall yaad karke ana, kall sunanga tuhade ton”….. Wonder if the students really learned their lesson to blah it out to their new teacher the next day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14 hours… We’re back at my place, I’m a little disappointed with the clips I shot. Nuthin Awesome. But the best was still on its way in Suneet’s camera. And that’s what changed the look of our movie. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Roz nahakar baal banakar hasskar padhne jaatey hain… aise baalak hi jagg me achey bachey kehlatey hain”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16 hours… Together in D-Block with lappy, showing some new participants the clips we’d shot and thinking about WHAT NEXT…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16 and a half hours… Swati along with her frnds is being made to do Cat Walk in the corridors. She’s gonna be a star soon :) Just practicing? Nah… that’s the next sequence of the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18 hours… The sun is shining and the café is the best place for us to shoot. Of course the girl won’t be studying all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19 hours.. Amongst the shadows of the lawns. Congratulate the girl, she just Got Scholarship :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20 hours… will whole of the movie go with just one dress.. nah, the lead actress is made to change the dress for one last 2 mins shot. I say it last coz that’s the last where she is seen. Not the last shot of the movie. The best is still to come :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;22hours.. at my place again, all jumping and exited… for the Movie? Nah… it was the jassi nite I guess. Jaldi karo Jaldi karo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haan bhai kar rahe hain jaldi, chaye paani to piyo.. My mom is confused as to what are 14 ppl doing all of a sudden at her place. “Deepi is that some party?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nah.. That was the last shot of the movie and we’re back to college enjoying the Nite…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;23 hours…. Thanks to tarun for his amazing dialogues and Archie for her voice she lent to the movie :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Waqt bhi hath me rakhi ret ki tarah kaise nikal jata hai pata hi nahi chalta”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, we had soft copy of everything now… BUT….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Mere dost picture abhi khatam nahi hui hai”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;25 hours… The nite is bakwas .. I wanna get outaa here…. Movie banana hai yar… and Tarun has his consoling words.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“ajj ratti asin mere ghar a rahe haan.. saari rat baith ke movie banavange”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;28hours… Tarun chah banayin yar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;28 hours 15 mins… mainu adhey ghante takk utha deyin…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;28 hours 30 mins… uth.. ikk dialog reh gaya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;28 hours 45 mins… yar gaaney select kar lao…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;29 hours… “yar oh clip shoot tan kittio si ^%@^#%^ kithey reh gayi”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;29 hours… “ok see this… looking good”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30 hours… “hunn bass do songs add karne ne”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30 hours 15 mins… haan this song will look good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30 hours 30 mins… its looking good :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30 hours 45 mins ….. Climax…. Hey where did u save the movie? Ethey hi si yar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;31 hours…. (chorus) SHIT!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“At least we should’ve saved the copy of the movie… How could we save a blank file over the made up movie”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Don’t worry I’ll do that again I know where is it to be placed”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Yes, let Suneet do it, he knows it and we are still amateurs at editing”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Mummyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;32 hours…. Yawns…. Its coming out good…. Tarun chah banayin yar…. “Maii niii.. appey bana lai”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;33 hours… Sleepi Deepi…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;34 hours… Suneet Sleeping…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;36 hours… Traun and Suneet Sleeping…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;37 hours.. Deepi wakes up, Oye utho Saaleyon… kamm karna hai…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;38 hours… F**K… where’s the first dialog of the movie… Oops.. I guess I overwrote it yesterday… God! First thing in morning, call up Archana that she has to come to college early morning to record the (1 min) dialogue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;40 hours… Recording on “Maa meri ki kokh me ek bar aayi thi khushbu…. “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;41 hours… Ok im going to buy the CD’s and DVD’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;41 hours 15 mins.. here’re the CD’s and plz add the xyz pic in end…. “Deepi hale time nahi hai”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;41 hours 30 mins.. ok lets c the final one now…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;41 hours 37 mins… write the CD…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;42 hours.. Whom do we need to make the submission… ok…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;42 hours 1 min… I’m going home to sleep… cu guys in afternoon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;50 Now comes the role of Vidya Balan junior…. Junior coz the senior has to come as this blog ends… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yippieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee……………. WE WON THE SHORT MOIVIE COMPETITION!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok we have to give a copy of the movie to the schools, that’s utmost important (has not been done till date), we need to edit the movie a bit before that (just did it last month)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, now Vidya Balan has to be invited…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The movie was sent as university entry to &lt;a href="http://creative-excellence.org/Index.aspx"&gt;UNFPA-Populations Fund&lt;/a&gt; for a contest, and the same has been shortlisted for the final round to be held in Mumbai. Pray that you people see another blog entitled the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Mumbai Victory"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Itni Shiddat se maine tumhy paany ki koshish ki hai, K har Zarhe nay tumse milane ki saazish ki hai..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mumbai... 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Here’s how it goes.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trust me, its very interesting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The day begins at 9 am…. Oh what a wonderful morning… &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“I’m so sleepy :(“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Get ready for ‘office’… I’m gonna wear best of my apparels today… &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“God! Am I loosing weight?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Breakfast… I’m ready to break the fast…. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“But am I ready to move out?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally out at 9:30-10…. Within the tolerance limit… &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“I’m late for the office… Bhaagoooo!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Walking down the lane to the bus stop where my luxury car picks me up… &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Is that the Blueline 623 or 611, ummm… its filled to saturation:(“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Get into the bus…. I love the Air conditioned apartment….&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; “I wish the guy standing next to me would’ve applied some cologne in his smelly armpits.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Office Office… My heaven, my dream place, by shakti my bhagti, my sanskriti my aakriti, my treasure my pleasure, my sun my moon my movie my cartoon.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Finallly, Delhi has taught me how to blah blah”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tea at 11, lunch at 1, tea at 3, snacks at 5…. My cuisines...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; “Naahhh I was Wrong, I Haven't lost weight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Work at office… They say Work is God! Its so true… &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Did I hear someone say ‘Deepinder mujhe yeh do Documents aaj Sham takk chahiye!!!’.. ‘Ma’am kall de du?’… ‘AAJ SHAM TAKK’…. ‘Yess ma’am’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Phew! Documents made….. I’m being praised and appraised :)…. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Ok I hear again, 'Tune subha se kiya kya hai’… ‘Kuch nahi sir.. I’M TOTALLY VEHLA!&lt;/span&gt;’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 p.m. Day is finally Over…. I’m waiting for my luxury car again… &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Is that the 623 or 611, ummm… its filled to brim again:(“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Get into the bus…. I love the Air conditioned apartment…. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“God doesn't listen to me... The guy standing next to me hasn't yet applied any cologne in his smelly armpits.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reach Home…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have one hour to take a nap before dinner…. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Tring Tring! Haan yar.. aur suna kya haal hai” I had to sleep right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dinner…. Hungry Kya?...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Mouth Water Water!! Sluurrrrrppppp” :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chat at 10 sleep at 1 the sun rises with a BIG Smile :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Next day again is very interesting… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The day begins at 9 am…&lt;/span&gt;. Oh what a wonderful morning… “I’m so sleepy :(“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Get ready for ‘office’… I’m gonna wear best of my apparels today… “God! Am I loosing weight?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Breakfast… I’m ready to break the fast…. “But am I ready to move out?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally out at 9:30-10…. Within the tolerance limit… “I’m late for the office… Bhaagoooo!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Walking down the lane to the bus stop where my luxury car picks me up… “Is that the Blueline 623 or 611, ummm… its filled to brim :(“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Get into the bus…. I love the Air conditioned apartment…. “I wish the guy standing next to me would’ve applied some cologne in his smelly armpits.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Office Office… My heaven, my dream place, by shakti my bhagti, my sanskriti my aakriti, my treasure my pleasure, my sun my moon my movie my cartoon.. “Finallly, Delhi has taught me how to blah blah”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tea at 11, lunch at 1, tea at 3, snacks at 5…. My cuisines... “Wonder How I lost 4 kgs”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Work at office… They say Work is God! Its so true… “Did I hear someone say ‘Deepinder mujhe yeh do Documents aaj Sham takk chahiye!!!’.. ‘Ma’am kall de du?’… ‘AAJ SHAM TAKK’…. ‘Yess ma’am’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Phew! Documents made….. I’m being praised and appraised :)…. “Ok I hear again,’Tune subha se kiya kya hai’… ‘Kuch nahi sir.. I’M TOTALLY VEHLA!’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7 p.m. Day is finally Over…. I’m waiting for my luxury car again… “Is that the 623 or 611, ummm… its filled to brim :(“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Get into the bus…. I love the Air conditioned apartment…. “I wish the guy standing next to me would’ve applied some cologne in his smelly armpits.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Reach Home…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have one hour to take a sleep…. “Tring Tring! Haan yar.. aur suna kya haal hai” I had to sleep right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dinner…. Hungry Kya?...“Mouth Water Water!! Sluurrrrrppppp” :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chat to 10 sleep at 1 the next day again is very interesting… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The day begins at 9 am…. Oh what a wonderful morning… “I’m so sleepy :(“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Get ready for ‘office’… I’m gonna wear best of my apparels today… “God! Am I loosing weight?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Breakfast… I’m ready to break the fast…. “But am I ready to move out?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally out at 9:30-10…. Within the tolerance limit… “I’m late for the office… Bhaagoooo!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Walking down the lane to the bus stop where my luxury car picks me up… “Is that the Blueline 623 or 611, ummm… its filled to brim :(“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Get into the bus…. I love the Air conditioned apartment…. “I wish the guy standing next to me would’ve applied some cologne in his smelly armpits.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Office Office… My heaven, my dream place, by shakti my bhagti, my sanskriti my aakriti, my treasure my pleasure, my sun my moon my movie my cartoon.. “Finallly, Delhi has taught me how to blah blah”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tea at 11, lunch at 1, tea at 3, snacks at 5…. My cuisines... “Wonder How I lost 4 kgs”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Work at office… They say Work is God! Its so true… “Did I hear someone say ‘Deepinder mujhe yeh do Documents aaj Sham takk chahiye!!!’.. ‘Ma’am kall de du?’… ‘AAJ SHAM TAKK’…. ‘Yess ma’am’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Phew! Documents made….. I’m being praised and appraised :)…. “Ok I hear again,’Tune subha se kiya kya hai’… ‘Kuch nahi sir.. I’M TOTALLY VEHLA!’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7 p.m. Day is finally Over…. I’m waiting for my luxury car again… “Is that the 623 or 611, ummm… its filled to brim :(“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Get into the bus…. I love the Air conditioned apartment…. “I wish the guy standing next to me would’ve applied some cologne in his smelly armpits.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Reach Home…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have one hour to take a sleep…. “Tring Tring! Haan yar.. aur suna kya haal hai” I had to sleep right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dinner…. Hungry Kya?...“Mouth Water Water!! Sluurrrrrppppp” :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chat to 10 sleep at 1 the next day again is very interesting… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The day begins at 9 am…. Oh what a wonderful morning… “I’m so sleepy :(“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Get ready for ‘office’… I’m gonna wear best of my apparels today… “God! Am I loosing weight?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Breakfast… I’m ready to break the fast…. “But am I ready to move out?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally out at 9:30-10…. Within the tolerance limit… “I’m late for the office… Bhaagoooo!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Walking down the lane to the bus stop where my luxury car picks me up… “Is that the Blueline 623 or 611, ummm… its filled to brim :(“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Get into the bus…. I love the Air conditioned apartment…. “I wish the guy standing next to me would’ve applied some cologne in his smelly armpits.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Office Office… My heaven, my dream place, by shakti my bhagti, my sanskriti my aakriti, my treasure my pleasure, my sun my moon my movie my cartoon.. “Finallly, Delhi has taught me how to blah blah”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tea at 11, lunch at 1, tea at 3, snacks at 5…. My cuisines... “Wonder How I lost 4 kgs”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Work at office… They say Work is God! Its so true… “Did I hear someone say ‘Deepinder mujhe yeh do Documents aaj Sham takk chahiye!!!’.. ‘Ma’am kall de du?’… ‘AAJ SHAM TAKK’…. ‘Yess ma’am’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Phew! Documents made….. I’m being praised and appraised :)…. “Ok I hear again,’Tune subha se kiya kya hai’… ‘Kuch nahi sir.. I’M TOTALLY VEHLA!’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7 p.m. Day is finally Over…. I’m waiting for my luxury car again… “Is that the 623 or 611, ummm… its filled to brim :(“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Get into the bus…. I love the Air conditioned apartment…. “I wish the guy standing next to me would’ve applied some cologne in his smelly armpits.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Reach Home…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have one hour to take a sleep…. “Tring Tring! Haan yar.. aur suna kya haal hai” I had to sleep right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dinner…. Hungry Kya?...“Mouth Water Water!! Sluurrrrrppppp” :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chat to 10 sleep at 1 the next day again is very interesting… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The day begins at 9 am…. Oh what a wonderful morning… “I’m so sleepy :(“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Get ready for ‘office’… I’m gonna wear best of my apparels today… “God! Am I loosing weight?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Breakfast… I’m ready to break the fast…. “But am I ready to move out?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally out at 9:30-10…. Within the tolerance limit… “I’m late for the office… Bhaagoooo!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Walking down the lane to the bus stop where my luxury car picks me up… “Is that the Blueline 623 or 611, ummm… its filled to brim :(“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Get into the bus…. I love the Air conditioned apartment…. “I wish the guy standing next to me would’ve applied some cologne in his smelly armpits.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Office Office… My heaven, my dream place, by shakti my bhagti, my sanskriti my aakriti, my treasure my pleasure, my sun my moon my movie my cartoon.. “Finallly, Delhi has taught me how to blah blah”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tea at 11, lunch at 1, tea at 3, snacks at 5…. My cuisines... “Wonder How I lost 4 kgs”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Work at office… They say Work is God! Its so true… “Did I hear someone say ‘Deepinder mujhe yeh do Documents aaj Sham takk chahiye!!!’.. ‘Ma’am kall de du?’… ‘AAJ SHAM TAKK’…. ‘Yess ma’am’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Phew! Documents made….. I’m being praised and appraised :)…. “Ok I hear again,’Tune subha se kiya kya hai’… ‘Kuch nahi sir.. I’M TOTALLY VEHLA!’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7 p.m. Day is finally Over…. I’m waiting for my luxury car again… “Is that the 623 or 611, ummm… its filled to brim :(“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Get into the bus…. I love the Air conditioned apartment…. “I wish the guy standing next to me would’ve applied some cologne in his smelly armpits.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Reach Home…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have one hour to take a sleep…. “Tring Tring! Haan yar.. aur suna kya haal hai” I had to sleep right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dinner…. Hungry Kya?...“Mouth Water Water!! Sluurrrrrppppp” :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chat to 10 sleep at 1 the next day again is very interesting… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The day begins at 9 am…. Oh what a wonderful morning… “I’m so sleepy :(“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Get ready for ‘office’… I’m gonna wear best of my apparels today… “God! Am I loosing weight?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Breakfast… I’m ready to break the fast…. “But am I ready to move out?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally out at 9:30-10…. Within the tolerance limit… “I’m late for the office… Bhaagoooo!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Walking down the lane to the bus stop where my luxury car picks me up… “Is that the Blueline 623 or 611, ummm… its filled to brim :(“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Get into the bus…. I love the Air conditioned apartment…. “I wish the guy standing next to me would’ve applied some cologne in his smelly armpits.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Office Office… My heaven, my dream place, by shakti my bhagti, my sanskriti my aakriti, my treasure my pleasure, my sun my moon my movie my cartoon.. “Finallly, Delhi has taught me how to blah blah”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tea at 11, lunch at 1, tea at 3, snacks at 5…. My cuisines... “Wonder How I lost 4 kgs”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Work at office… They say Work is God! Its so true… “Did I hear someone say ‘Deepinder mujhe yeh do Documents aaj Sham takk chahiye!!!’.. ‘Ma’am kall de du?’… ‘AAJ SHAM TAKK’…. ‘Yess ma’am’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Phew! Documents made….. I’m being praised and appraised :)…. “Ok I hear again,’Tune subha se kiya kya hai’… ‘Kuch nahi sir.. I’M TOTALLY VEHLA!’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7 p.m. Day is finally Over…. I’m waiting for my luxury car again… “Is that the 623 or 611, ummm… its filled to brim :(“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Get into the bus…. I love the Air conditioned apartment…. “I wish the guy standing next to me would’ve applied some cologne in his smelly armpits.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Reach Home…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have one hour to take a sleep…. “Tring Tring! Haan yar.. aur suna kya haal hai” I had to sleep right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dinner…. Hungry Kya?...“Mouth Water Water!! Sluurrrrrppppp” :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok Sorry Guys…. Those were My Interesting Weekdays.. Will tell you about the Weekends and More Interesting Happening in More Posts to Come … Keep Reading….. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Did I Loose Some of My readers” :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-3776839306305196635?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/3776839306305196635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=3776839306305196635' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/3776839306305196635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/3776839306305196635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2008/04/delightful-delhi.html' title='Delightful Delhi'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-3795902727108909120</id><published>2008-02-17T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:57:55.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jodha-Akbar… A Love Story?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Opening with a plethora of (perhaps made up) controversies the movie has finally released this Friday, and a movie buff like this blogger couldn’t miss it on any cost. So the blogger was up and about at 9:30 am on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So early? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well that’s where I miss Patiala… Patiala, where this movie could cost me 40 bucks, would cost me a hundred and fifty bucks here in Delhi. And the Morning show 100 rupees. So see (this kanjus) saved whole 50 bucks :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;About the movie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This beautiful, enchanting, amazing eternal Love Story began with a war between Hemu and Shehzada Akbar …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/R7mCW_jxyII/AAAAAAAAABs/lmMCujTWGAI/s1600-h/jodha-akbar-wallpaper-14657-5641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/R7mCW_jxyII/AAAAAAAAABs/lmMCujTWGAI/s320/jodha-akbar-wallpaper-14657-5641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168305378914584706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oops! Did you made a mistake???… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let’s forget it for now and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok now the astounding, hilarious, rib tickling comedy moved on with the unforgettable and impressive dialogues… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Umm.. You made a mistake again???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh No! Ok let me be serious now... I was completely drowned in the ever enthralling melodious tunes of A.R. Rehman…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I agree... The person is God of Music :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well maybe, but keep it aside for now and let’s move on to enjoy the charismatic K soap… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;K soap??? I thought it was an A soap…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well yeah... the only thing which could define it as an A soap was that the villains and the vamps kept on changing and also the fact that the dialogues were indeed unforgettable. Confused? Here go through this one… Make sure u read it only once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Bano Bashir Begum (that’s one name.. sounds like chewing huh?) hindustan-e-malika ko mukhtavir ki inayat se apki khairiyat ki tazeem ko taveer ki tasveer se titanic karti hain”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok now... Without going back, just recall what the dialog was….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey did u say Chewing Hindistan Titanic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And actually what the person wanted to say was “Hi! Malika sys hru?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God! These people could’ve never ever used yahoo messenger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah.. and you need hell lot of patience to listen to the dialoges which seem to start in morning and end in evening, without lunch break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gulp! I'm hungry no more. Anything else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I’ve said it all by now. Go Watch the Movie :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wait a minute.. what do you say about Hrithik and Aishwarya…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ummmm…. Hrithik is Happening ( I guess thats the only reasons why the girls liked the movie) but not fit for the role. He’s still in his DHOOM2 mode as he walks into the warfare with a ‘cool dude’ style. And Aishwarya.. same as ever.. beautiful but married ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And their love chemistry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Jodha Akbar… ek aisi prem kahani jise itihas ke panno me itni mahattavta nahi mili jaisi ki heer-ranjha jaisi prem kahaniyon ko mili. Lekin Jodha Akbar ki yeh prem kahani … bla bla bla bla hai… "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That was the only cumulating sentence which concluded Jodha Akbar as a LOVE STORY…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Rating for the movie…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is hindustane ala ki chashm-e-chirag vakalif ki inayat ko hum delhi-e-patiala-e-reviewer dhai se jyada taarey nahi de sakte. Yeh humari shaan ki khilaf hai”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok u can stop re-reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It meant Rating=2.5/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-3795902727108909120?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/3795902727108909120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=3795902727108909120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/3795902727108909120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/3795902727108909120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2008/02/jodha-akbar-love-story.html' title='Jodha-Akbar… A Love Story?'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/R7mCW_jxyII/AAAAAAAAABs/lmMCujTWGAI/s72-c/jodha-akbar-wallpaper-14657-5641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-5061358900475911010</id><published>2008-01-23T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T05:53:08.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delhi ‘o’ Delhi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me introduce myself again in case you’ve forgotten any bit of me. I’m the same old fat guy with no money who had been traumatizing you with his poems in the middle of night and his blogs every new moon. Remember me? Yah yah.. I know that you do. Its just that you’re faking a displeasure of meeting me again after so long. Ok.. “Sorry Bola na maine”. I’ll ‘Try’ to be a bit regular from now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And by the way…. Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, Happy Gurpurab, Happy Lohri :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ok baba Sorry again… :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life’s changed. Life’s being learned. I recall the day I left my homeland following a tune which came from a distance. I chased it blindly in hunt of the blissful land where it came from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The thoughts rushing through my mind admonished me with just three words. “Nothing Like Home” But, with no other options, and no other way to make a livelihood and to learn life, I ended up in this place called Delhi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Delhi ‘o‘ Delhi, it’s a dish made up of ingredients which the best of cooks can’t chew over with a spoonful of Delhi. With every spoon you come across a new flavor, 100 Rs for two scoops of ice cream, and then being consoled with the gift from Englishmen “Sorry Sir!”, jam-packed local buses which indeed need a special mention, the traffic jams, and of course the homesick Deepi. I’ll take a pleasure to explain each one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok so Patialvi’s how much will you pay for an ice cream in a cup, two scoops of it. Ok given that the ice cream is branded, and the hygiene level is the best you can expect in Delhi. And Of course, the shop is in a mall in Gurgaon. 50 Rs? 100 Rs? Hmm a lil close, but still you’re lazy to count a bit more. It was my first weekend here when I went to a mall in Gurgaon with one of my friends. Nothing to do, tickling the taste buds with the ice cream flavor sounded a good idea. So there we were tasting every flavour and finally choosing a mixture of Mango and Chocolate Fudge. The rate list said 50 Rs. Ok. The sweetdish was put into the cup and it was the turn to hand over the money now. A hundred rupee note makes it way out of my pocket into the hands of the recipient and my hands wait for 50 Rs being given back. But the situation was different. Instead of my hands, my ears heard the worst of words it’s ever done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Its Hundred and One Rupees Sir”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Huh?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Yes Sir, its fifty rupees per scoop” and he ends it with, “I’m sorry sir”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lesson 1 Complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lesson 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a good one for me. Getting up all by myself in the morning. Getting ready(that was always by myself.. hope that keeps shut the filthy minds). Making my bed before I sleep and after I wake up. Etc. etc. etc. Don’t find the need to exaggerate the things. You know I’m against self praising :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lesson 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Delhi Locals. Now that brings out my daily schedule. DTC local in morning at 9:15. Reaching the first stop. Then another local, or a preferable 15 mins of walk to office. The lifeline of Delhi, the delhi locals, is a mess.!!!! I’ll get into Punjabi mode here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bande te banda chadheya hoiya hai.. kisi di taaki nahi kisi di baari kharki, har dooji kudi laggey meri girlfriend wargi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hale tan sardiyan ne, garmiyan vich hal hor maarhey hone ne. When I’ll be forced to smell the perspiration from the armpits of the riders clinging to the rod which goes overhead. And I pity the ones who’ll smell mine ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The best thing about Delhi locals are its conductors. Just like a waiter speaks out the menu in a dhaba, these conductors have a ready to eat dish of the bus stops. They speak out the names in one go, kisi ko samajh aye ya na aye vo unki tension. They’ve done their job! Another thing worth mentioning is their microscopic, radioscopic, atomoscopic, bhoruscopic eyes. In a jampacked bus, at every 10 seconds they can be heard saying… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Chalo Chalo aagey chalo.. bohat jagah hai abhi…” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bhai kahan aagey jayein, yahan hath hilane ki jagah nahi… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But the guy actually sees it.. “arey chalo na bohat jagah hai.. badhtey raho aagey”.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another thing before it slips out. There are two conductors, one in front, other at back. Aagey vala says Peechey chalo bohat jagah hai.. and peechey vala says aagey chalo bohat jagah khali hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyhow, that’s all from my boring end. Cya later soon with more of lessons after I shift to a PG next month.. Tata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-5061358900475911010?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/5061358900475911010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=5061358900475911010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/5061358900475911010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/5061358900475911010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2008/01/delhi-o-delhi.html' title='Delhi ‘o’ Delhi'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-1085668274617265574</id><published>2007-11-29T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T09:01:58.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helloo Moto!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; November 2007 The Goodnight New&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s…. ITS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;10:30 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; AND DEEPINDER IS FAST ASLEEP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; November 2007.. The Midnight News…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ITS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;11:59 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; AND DEEPINDER HAS BEEN SEEN AWAKE LOOKING AT THE CLOCK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; November 2007... The Din ka Pehla Peher Jagran… 1:10 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and DEEPINDER IS AGAIN LOOKING AT THE CLOCK.. LOOKS AND SLEEPS, NOONE KNOWS WHATS HE UPTO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; November 2007… The Hourly Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2:35 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. DEEPINDER WAKES UP, TAKES SOME WATER AND IS BACK INTO TE COZY QUILT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; November 2007 3:00 ‘am’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DEEPINDER IS WIDE AWAKE AND GETTING READY FOR SOMETHING.. BUT WHATS THIS SOMETHING???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Let’s see…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/5/5422747_625d7a9ece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/5/5422747_625d7a9ece.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nine people had been shortlisted by Motorola for the written test for training at their compay. The test was today at Gurgaon at 10 am. So under such circumstances I was wide awake to catch the taxi at 3:45 am. Although against hope, we left finally at 4:05 am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cooly Calmly we reached Gurgaon at around 9:00 am. Gurgaon was a wonder with bigh buildings of big companies surrounding us. DLF, Convergys, TCS, IndiaBulls, Ericsson, Bata…. I could see myself somewhere in those cabs moving along with us, the executives wearing formals either listening to music, reading newspaper, sleeping and most of them tic tac toeing their mobiles… One of the ‘meem’s’ in a Honda city caught our attention. This wonderful young woman was polishing her nails. The scene ended ended with a fab quote from one of us.. “Style dekho, gaadi dekho aur err.. mobile dekho;) ) She held in her hand a 3120 :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, reached the Motorola building, of course a nice one. We were asked to wait in the reception (handled not by a girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but a guy) till the person we had to meet could see us.. We saw the various handsets of motorola being displayed at the reception counter… Mr. Wasan, the desired person was finally here. He lead us ito the cafeteria. A nice place with heavenly ambience. The coke cans one on end and the label of ‘CCD’ on other caught our attention and we were happy to think that people at Motorola are gonna treat us before they actually butcher us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But!!! Yes a BIG BUT!!!! The smile was shortlived and it was actually marred when we heard Mr Wasan saying, “Everyone sit on separate benches, and please face me.” He held the question papers in hand and started distributing them. Finally out of courtesy he asked us, “Would u like to have something, tea Coffee etc.”… Damn !@#@#!$!!!! Was the answer I ate between my lips… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyhow the test finally started and here we had some blank faces gazing at the cans of diet coke… The test comprised of two parts. Techie and Comm skills. First the techie part, The comp sc. Students were expected to answer questions of core Electronics and to add to it the examiner had the guts to ask us… “Was the test really difficult”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyhow, the comm. Skills was bhoru. 3 questions, one an essay on which subject you like the least.. 2.. spot the difference b/w the two shown figures… 3) describe a gives block diagram setup…. In that tet span we were served water(mineral) and finally a cup of tea with double sugar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;That was the one and a half hour that we spent in te &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Motorola&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Building&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; befre we were finally told to leave, with a word that 3 out of 9 students have done good and the final results will be sent to the placement in charge. The short listed candidates will then be called for interview in gurgaon itself!!!!!! We retreated through the gate we came in from, our eyes fixed on the Motorola sets displayed at the reception and a hope that they might give us one of those ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It was 11:45 am… Had been to gurgaon, how could we miss the malls. So spent 2 hours at malls and finally left back for &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;patiala&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Now result Awaited and Fingers Crossed…!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-1085668274617265574?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/1085668274617265574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=1085668274617265574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/1085668274617265574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/1085668274617265574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2007/11/helloo-moto.html' title='Helloo Moto!!!'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/5/5422747_625d7a9ece_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-4581324339502342176</id><published>2007-10-25T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T12:03:07.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazaron Khwahishein aisi..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi blog… m sorry but it took me 10 tries to recall your password ;) Long time huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Hazaron Khwashein aisi k har khwahish pe damm nikle… bohat nikle mere armaan lekin fir bhi kamm nikle”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This blog wud be complete if I just jot down the names of the companies I sat for and was kicked by each and every one of them… but this topic deserves a lot more… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was thinking about making this blog one of the Bhoru stuffs, but before the girls ask “yeh bhoru kya hota hai” I’ve decided to change the theme to something philosophically serious, so in case ur not in a mood for such a stuff.. u may stop!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It seems today is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate myself day&lt;/span&gt;… So forward the link of this blog to 10 people and you’ll get a chance to love yourself :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just Kidding…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’d like to start this stuff with the poem I wrote yesterday.. The poem I wrote in shortest time span of 20 mins… it just came by itself, but it took about 20 readings to understand what really lay in the poem. (Believe me this is the writer himself who didn’t understand the poem, so don’t blame urselves if u dnt on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; first read, perhaps many of u have already troubled urselves with it I think) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways here it goes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Awakening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shout into the distant lands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For imagery of that soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Which liveth to its destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Which liveth to its whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I question its existence today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I question its very name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It’s said to be miracle to many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It’s said to be the key to fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s fair, she’s quivering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She stands trying to behold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She utters of the Midas touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of turning me to gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awakened, I stood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gaping at the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Left pendular by a cold storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beside a candle turned sore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live by my fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of no imagery exists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I live to the soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of no living desists...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will come to the meaning of the poem (what I perceived) later… Today is “I hate myself day” because in the past one hour two of my frnds had the same words… “I’ve done nothing substantial in this life” and the answer to this statement, as put by another of my close frnds.. “tujhe aaj yeh khyaal aya na? koi na… hota hai.. mahine me ek adh bar ata hai yeh khyaal normal hai.. soja.. subha takk sab theek hoga.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is that the ultimate solution… what if the victim of this thought really tries to go into depth of the matter and finally finds a solution before he sleeps… Maybe he can, but a solution to sleep with himself and he’s the same old lazy chap when he rises with the rising sun, and trust me these thoughts don’t come in the morning, they need solitude which only night can provide…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where’s the ultimate solution, Art of Living? Can be.. but I’m inexperienced to comment on that, but for the people who’ve done the course say that it indeed is.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not advertising the Art of Living, now its time to give the meaning of the poem from the writers’ point of view… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a guy/gal just like me and you who’s been gazing into the moon and thinking abt his/her fate… He has a deep belief that there is someone who will take him to his destiny, and that someone is who lives his destiny and has lived his life to the maximum, a wholly contended Godly figure… The guy, when he doesn’t find such a person  shouts to that imaginary soul that he doubts his existence… maybe he wants to hurt the ego of image he desires to see so that it might show up and help him… He then imagines a Godess telling him of the power he has within, and in the end he realizes that he is still alone, but now he knows that the power to win the world, to win his fate and to earn fame lies within his own state of mind and there’s noone else who’ll come out to help him… The power which no living person can stop.. all he needs to do is to feel that power within himself… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALL I NEED TO DO IS TO FEEL THE POWER WITHIN MYSELF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For those who could relate themselves with the poem may continue reading. Others are suggested to close the page right away…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mann Jeetey Jagg Jeet” … one of the essay topics which we were always asked to write on in our school days and I always skipped it coz I didn’t knw the meaning of the phrase.. I think I now have an idea of the golden phrase, but still I’m unqualified to get into the deeper meaning… One who’s won his heart has won this world… Don’t just read this.. feel it…“Mann Jeetey Jagg Jeet” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kaam Krodh Moh Lobh Ahankaar…. Lust Anger Affection Greed and Ego… control them and u have the power in ur mind and world at &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; feet…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-4581324339502342176?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/4581324339502342176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=4581324339502342176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/4581324339502342176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/4581324339502342176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2007/10/hazaron-khwahishein-aisi.html' title='Hazaron Khwahishein aisi..'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-3657014324288029485</id><published>2007-08-07T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T13:08:39.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission TCS... Stage 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The results were now declared and 133 students were moving out of the C-Hall with a self respect enveloping their smiling faces. It was then that our PR, Suhal came to me and said, “I always knew that you were selected, coz I asked the panel to tell me just one student who was confirmed from CSE, and they said that it was the sardar jo poem sunakar gaya tha”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippppieee.e.e.e.e.e.e.e.. I did it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seems to be so simple to say that I cleard the written and then the interview.. Well, can it be so simple with this “simple guy”.. Of course not… So here goes a brief description!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Written Test:&lt;br /&gt;The test which was to begin at 10 am in morning, finally begun at 8 p.m. Tired, broken we sat in the air conditioned lab to login into the TCS accounts for the online test. It finally started. The test was fine, with quants as easy as it could ever be. I completed the test when 85% of students sitting there were not even halfway through. But, even after completing the test the idle, Oops bizzy boy wasn’t allowed to move out until “another 15 minutes” as they said. There were 3-4 invigilators and one student placement incharge, Vasu, in the room. I was passing my time swinging on the merry go round chair.. passing smiles to Vasu to the invigilators and also helping the person sitting next to me with the test. It was then that one of the invigilators came to me and asked….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invi: ”Chaye paani peyoge”&lt;br /&gt;Me: No Sir Thank u So much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went away only to come back after sometime and ask me my login Id number and name. Further he went ot the computer room, did some tik tik on the PC and came back with a bluffing smile on face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sir do u have the results?&lt;br /&gt;Invi: Wait for 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes passed when there was a boy holding a tray of cups of tea for the invigilators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invi (to me): Have some tea..&lt;br /&gt;Me: No Sir thank so much.&lt;br /&gt;Invi (Bossingly) HAVE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no option… The tea was good. But was over soon, and the energy I gained from tea was used again with swinging and smiling and talking….&lt;br /&gt;Another person approached me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invi: Whats ur login Id and name.&lt;br /&gt;I told him.. he again went to the computer room.. did some tik tik and was back again with some wolfish looks.. By this time my 7th sense told me that I’ll be disqualified coz of cheating or sumthin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes passed when we were told that those who’ve done may leave the room, and those who wanna see the results may stay back.. I stayed back. The invigilator came to me yet again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invi: Why didn’t u leave.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sir I want to know the result.. nahi to aise hi subha takk latka rahega..&lt;br /&gt;Invi: You don’t like suspense movies?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sir parde k us taraf hia chi lagti hain..&lt;br /&gt;Invi: Aadat dal lo..&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes sir I’ll be accustomed to it.&lt;br /&gt;Invi: 3 mahine me aadat pad jayegi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.. the stage was all set for the results of the written test… the ‘suspense movie’ invi was standing with a list of selected students in his hand…I tried to take a sneak peak into the list but was stopped by that guy… behind him stood Vasu.. I asked Vasu if my name was there in list? He said NO!!! the answer remained the same no matter how many times I asked….&lt;br /&gt;The suspense guy started speaking out the names. Officially my name had to be on top of list. But I didn’t hear it even after the list had ended.. Shocked!!! I approached that person…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: err… Sir….. my name isn’t there in the list?&lt;br /&gt;Invi: No!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sir Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;Invi: Yes.. Why did u expect something else?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes Sir.. err… I thought I had cleared the test..&lt;br /&gt;Invi: No you have not!&lt;br /&gt;Me; Sir was it the cut off I didn’t clear or was it something else?&lt;br /&gt;Invi: You didn’t clear the cut off..&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Shocked! Confused! Don’t Know what!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time someone came to talk to him and I got a chance to get a lil view of the list he held in his hand…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sir But it seems that My name is there in the list…&lt;br /&gt;Invi.. with the same old smile…. Held out the form in his hand… and says…&lt;br /&gt;“So .. How was the movie…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was to get ready for interview next morning.. :) Interview in next blog…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy met me again in corridors and asked…&lt;br /&gt;“How was my Acting” to which I said… “Nothing better than that sir” :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-3657014324288029485?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/3657014324288029485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=3657014324288029485' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/3657014324288029485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/3657014324288029485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2007/08/mission-tcs-stage-1.html' title='Mission TCS... Stage 1'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-4808224489806623989</id><published>2007-06-29T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T14:08:54.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanjara finds ‘Himself’</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vanjara is back with a bang, coz this time he has found himself. Found himself on the  bathroom floor in the form of a firefly. The small insect which caught the attention of this rambling blogger enlightened him with his own self.&lt;br /&gt;What was the purpose of that small firefly sitting aimlessly on the bathroom floor, not knowing when will it be crushed to death! For whom was he throwing the light of its own, was he really aware that it was spreading light or was it just unintentional. And the fact that prevails above all, I don’t remember the last time I noticed a firefly in the daylight although it always existed…. And even today, I only spotted it when I turned off the lights…&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Dump the song ‘Don’t turn of the lights’.. Its sometimes good to be in the dark tonight ;)&lt;br /&gt;Jokes apart….&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by the firefly (jugnu) here’s the poem I just completed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mai aap di bhaal vich firda vanjara,&lt;br /&gt;Mai dar dar digg k kharh jana,&lt;br /&gt;Mai shaan teri vich jahan vaareya,&lt;br /&gt;Mai na apne ton ki laina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai him parbat di thandi hawa vangh,&lt;br /&gt;Khabre kidhrey langh aana,&lt;br /&gt;Mai langhna oos gali ‘cho sajjna,&lt;br /&gt;Jithey tere murhkey vich tarr jana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai dariya vich vehendey paani vangh,&lt;br /&gt;Naal hawa de udd jana,&lt;br /&gt;Fer baddlan sameet khushbu laike,&lt;br /&gt;Aalhney apne nu murh auna..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai timtimaundey jugnu vangu,&lt;br /&gt;mainu diney na vekhey tu keh kaana,&lt;br /&gt;Jadd des tere vich painda hanera,&lt;br /&gt;Mera lashkara tainu jach jaana,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main na nahi, Haraam nahi,&lt;br /&gt;Mai dukhan vich dhaldi shaam nahi,&lt;br /&gt;Din da mai parchava nahi jo naal hanare rull jana,&lt;br /&gt;Mai chanhna kardi ruh bhatakdi, Mai tere vajon ki laina…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meaning of difficult words….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhaal-&gt; khoj&lt;br /&gt;Vaareya -&gt; sacrificed&lt;br /&gt;Khabre-&gt; na jane&lt;br /&gt;Murhkey- pasine me&lt;br /&gt;Tarr jana -&gt; beh jana&lt;br /&gt;Aalhney -&gt; Nest&lt;br /&gt;Timtimaundey -&gt; jagmag kartey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-4808224489806623989?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/4808224489806623989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=4808224489806623989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/4808224489806623989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/4808224489806623989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2007/06/vanjara-finds-himself.html' title='Vanjara finds ‘Himself’'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-2842763289102521410</id><published>2007-06-21T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T12:48:13.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Vanjara…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Year after Year passes by and there’s one day when you cherish the most. That’s your birthday. But this day today isn’t by birthday, but still is cherished, coz it’s the birthday of one of my reflections (wonder how many reflections I have).&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="280" alt="" src="http://www.wwcc.cc.wy.us/pnnutting/images/birthday%20cake.gif" border="0" /&gt;That’s my blog completing one year today :) :) :)... This blog has been a place where I’ve expressed myself. Related the goods and the bads.. The ups and the downs ( no pun intended ;) ) and I’m thankful to all my readers who’ve spent their time reading and posting their comments. I’d like to whole heartedly thank you people coz you are the one’s who’ve encouraged me to write and this blog of mine is dedicated to no one but YOU! ( Now don’t you ask me for the password ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, every birthday has to come with some resolutions… Here is one of Vanjara’s resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;“to write a book.”&lt;br /&gt;Although a big resolution, but it’s a much cherished one.&lt;br /&gt;And please, if by chance the resolution completes, read my book before you dump it in the dustbin, or at least let your children read it ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-2842763289102521410?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/2842763289102521410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=2842763289102521410' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/2842763289102521410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/2842763289102521410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-vanjara.html' title='Happy Birthday Vanjara…'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-2652984629576282186</id><published>2007-06-02T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T09:16:42.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KLPD…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KLPD- That’s an acronym that best describes my yesterday’s experience with a girl I met outside the girls hostel... The meaning of the acronym will be kept a secret for those who don’t know it, and for those who know it… &lt;em&gt;PLEASE STAY QUIET!!! THIS IS SOCIETY… AISI BATEIN KARTE AAPKO SHARAM NAHI AATI???? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat on the backseat of my bike. Quite comfortable she was, sitting cross-legged. I could hear the air being breathed in and out of her quivering nostrils. It is not many times that guys get a girl to sit on the backseat of their bike. And that too a girl whom you’ve never seen or met before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story began when I came to know that I didn’t have any notes for the examination the next day. I called up one of my friends, so that she could give me the book which I’ll be getting photocopied... (Engineer’s life without XEROX- Unimaginable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was 8 p.m. and my friend came down the dark and secluded girl’s hostel lane to hand me over the book. After asking her the syllabus and the chapters to be read, I was about to leave when someone called from back… and here begun the climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was talking to someone on her cell, but softly she asked me if I was going to the college gate, and if I could drop her there. Undoubtedly I agreed and she was seated on my back seat, cell still in her hand. She was talking to her bf perhaps, but it didn’t matter to me as long she held my shoulder at times to keep her balance, and as long as I was having a nice time speeding up and slowing up the bike, and my heart beats following the pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we crossed the auditorium, the person she was talking to asked her to come to the guest house (which was on the opposite direction to where I was heading). The end of the uneventful journey was near but I was apprehensive of applying brakes to my bike. But just four words from the young lady stimulated my right leg and the bike stopped. She was off the bike and on her way, and I was on my way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a simple story, but the KLPD is left. The anticlimax consists of just four words which stimulated my legs to apply brakes.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The four words, “&lt;em&gt;Bhiaya Yahin Utar Dena...”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-2652984629576282186?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/2652984629576282186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=2652984629576282186' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/2652984629576282186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/2652984629576282186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2007/06/klpd.html' title='KLPD…'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-5571636346984392942</id><published>2007-05-11T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:57:55.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The clock strikes 12, its 5th May today….</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its 4th may and the clock reads 11:39 p.m. Still 21 minutes to go before I turn 21. I’m updating my orkut album with my old birthday pics. I choose the display pic to be a very cute golu molu type’s one. I assumed that it was me in the pic, coz of the chubby cheeks that the lil lad had. Just the cheeks that every gal loves to play with ;) But somehow, I, now have to remove the pic, coz just my sis came and told that it was my cuzn and not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock now reads 11:50, I’m being constantly reminded by A and C about my birthday tomorrow (do they think that I forgot it?), the excitement seems to have grown up a bit, and I’m playing guessing games as to who’ll be the first one to wish me. There were many options overcrowding my brain. Will it be Archana, Chahita, Suneet, Tarun, Ojaswini, Richi… the list is growing on when finally at 11:53 I see my cell vibrates and it reads, ‘Brahmleen calling’ .. WoW, that was the next name on my guess list.&lt;br /&gt;I pick up the phone, “Hi, I still have 7 more minutes to go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its finally 0000hrs, “Happy Birthday Deepinder”, and I’m 21, eligible to be married. Phone rings, one after the other, B,A,C in that order, O, P, R, D, S, I on and on… I’m feeling hungry now after a round of thanks giving. I go to the kitchen, and WoW, there’s a packet of chips and coke for me.. What else does a man need? Its 1:29 am and I’m wondering why didn’t any of the guys call me up. I request ankit to please give me a call to break the jinx. He does.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, here comes my sister, in a state of shock. She’s holding the half empty packet of chips in hand and asking me who ate the stuff she was to carry the next day on her way to Delhi… It was me of course.. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063224356932008770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/RkQvuf0Ju0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/8HeIs2G5f9Y/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Morning Deepinder, its ur b’day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great plans to begin the day, I had an assignment to make along with Harshit, so I’m ready by 9:30 and leave for his place. I pay obeisance at Gurudwara Sahib on the way to his place. Books begin my day, and they continue to when I leave his place and head for CL. Boring lecture on Communication etc. Its over and in the meantime Bharat sir makes his way into the classroom, to take feedback on the session and eventually to wish me. He seems to be quite enthusiastic, about what, I still don’t know. He suddenly calls out for other people of the Cl, my friends there, the cameras are on, and the next thing I know is that I’m in the air, just missing the ceiling fan by an inch or so. My first b’day bumps ever. (video uploaded at orkut) Officially they had to give me 21, that’s my age now, but one.. two… three.. four… phiiivveeee…. Siixxxx.x…. seveennnnnnn…… eeeggiiiiigghhhh…….. and everyone’s taking heavy breaths, they can lift me no more. I pity them too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Archana, Cherry, Suneet, leave the class early on and we are in my car, on our way to Sardar’s Fruit ice cream. “Let’s have the sweet dish before the party begins”. It’s too hot, and I hit a bike while in the reverse gear. We are finally done and I drop them at Cl, so that they reach the Cuisine in time on their vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I have to pick up ankit on my way to Cuisine. I do it and am well seated, laughing, chating, and welcoming my friends. All are now here, when A,C and Suneet, get up and do some chit chat. They’re heading towards me, with something in had, probably the gift of the day. Yes it was. A story book called ‘Friendioscope’. Words can’t explain the thing I held in my hands. I’m ordered to patiently sit and go through it. I had no option. The moral of the story… My friends rock, I’m blessed to have such friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is discussion now about one of the teachers at CL, named Sarvpreet Singh, the yaaaaaaaaaa of the CL. You say yaaaaaaaaa and we know its Sarvpreet.&lt;br /&gt;“He is actually a big flirt” Someone stated said that loudly from the gathering, “I tell you what, he is a Casanova” and I bet, it was so loud that every head in the restraint turned towards us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might post another blog wholly dedicated to Mr.Sarvpreet Singh. He deserves one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day, just like this post is getting long and longer. The bills are paid and we all decide to go to Sahni’s for a creamy ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parties are over, it’s the lazy uneventful evening now, and I’m lying alone on my bed, staring at my cell and the ceiling, thinking of the day that passed. My first b’day celebrated outside home, my first birthday when didi wasn’t here and my first b’day when I didn’t cut a cake, above all my first birthday when I got a present which I can quote as ‘invaluable.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-5571636346984392942?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/5571636346984392942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=5571636346984392942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/5571636346984392942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/5571636346984392942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2007/05/clock-strikes-12-its-5th-may-today.html' title='The clock strikes 12, its 5th May today….'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/RkQvuf0Ju0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/8HeIs2G5f9Y/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-8647095145167419829</id><published>2007-05-04T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T09:31:14.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Within...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know how to begin to portray those memories which are looking out for a canvas. I remember the way we pen down the differences in our examination, by drawing a big bold line to act as an LOC between the two headings we've to compare, and to get the maximum of the marks, we don't dare miss a point. A lot of points to enlist, but too less a time. The things, however were different today. There were two worlds to compare, differentiated by a clumsy glass pane, there were no marks to be given, no one to be impressed, and above all, we were no short of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The picture can be very well seen if you're quite observant while sitting in the transparent world of CCD. When inside the aquarium you are among the glistening fishes, and you just look outside to make sure that anyone known to you doesn't catch you dating around. I saw something else too. It was coz I was sitting alone and the blogger's eye was on work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His &lt;em&gt;tiny&lt;/em&gt; hand was pressing against that glass pane. He was hungry and asking for something to eat. In front of him, and me too (ie. between the two of us) were two gals tasting the Sizzling Brownie. When the tummy filled 'I' was busy analyzing the gals, the little vagrant, on the lonely low side was trying to get a whiff of that tempting dish. He repeatedly pleaded me to get him something to eat. His hands open towards me but his barren eyes stuck on the brownie. He wanted me to request those gals to get him a share of their brownie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The story above would have given rise to different feelings in different readers. I'll tell you mine. The helpless me, siting in a glistening world, just looking around, whiling away the time, doing nothing. Obsessed by the question, whether the beggar was genuine? Does the clumsy glass hold too much of a strength to turn the world around? Could I do anything at all to help him? And above all, was it really a transparent glass pane, or was it a mirror?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. Please leave your comments, as to what are your reactions to the same story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-8647095145167419829?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/8647095145167419829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=8647095145167419829' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/8647095145167419829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/8647095145167419829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2007/05/world-within_04.html' title='The World Within...'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-2914261576808806020</id><published>2007-04-14T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T08:14:41.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sukhm Shantanam Aashnam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sukhm Shantanam Aashnam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I think those were the words what he said when he told us what yoga really was, I remember him clearly saying Sukhm, coz that reminded me of one of the hot shots of my college, but the later two words are just what my ears could capture out of the frivolous shh shhh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me tell you what I’m really talking about. That’s the Art of Living, the ultimate abode of a healthy living. I haven’t done the course yet, but after today’s session really feel like doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, April 15, 2007, when most of the lads of my age were busy with their dream girls or dream guys (as for young ladies), (It’s assumed that everyone is straight),I somehow woke up. 5:15 a.m. in the morning, and on the road to college, walking. I remember the last morning walk I did, it some 3 months ago, amongst the dew draped trees. But today, the things were drastically different. There was no soothing sound of that dew falling on the quivery leaves. My sight could travel as far as the sun was, as compared to the winters when the vision was no more than feet of two. I moved along, breathing in the seducing fresh air, my nostrils all swollen up to swallow the utmost bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, to mar the poetic fun, there were none other than our dear doggies, mere daayein baayein... (of course not upar nechey). Everytime I passed a doggie, my 4th eye (the one at back) stood alert so as to make sure that I won’t become the breakfast of those hungry beasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about walk in summer morning is that diet conscious gals can often be seen trying to shape up their already tucked in tummy. I saw a few but none eligble for NSP, and that was the time when I saw someone on a scooty coming my way. The mind jumping and the heart thumping, I had just started my poeting compositions and planed to write another five point someone, when she neared me and ………………………… CRACK!!!! Saarey sapne kahin khoo gaye….. haye hum kya se kya ho gaye!!!!! Oh no.. it wasn’t an accident… It was an aunty!!!! Bad luck Deepinder, Better luck next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Mr. Punctual reached the college right in time, when none was around, not even the guard. I had called up some of my lazy friends to attend this small session of Art of Living, and had got positive replies at night, butt……. I think my comment box will tell you the facts better (provided that my friends are honest enough to comment!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vishnu ji came after 10 minutes followed by some other people, and finally the sessioion begun at 6:30 a.m…. the Art of Living…. About the session, nothing much to tell, just one word to describe it… AWESOME!!! After all it was all about &lt;em&gt;Sukhm Shantanam Aashnam. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The worst part of the session was that the instructor condemned intake of too much of non veg. I totally agree with him, but why did he say that when I was to go to a party right away after the session :-&lt;br /&gt;Anyways… now gotta get ready for that party…. Some roasted chicks waiting for me….&lt;br /&gt;Jai Gurudev!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-2914261576808806020?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/2914261576808806020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=2914261576808806020' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/2914261576808806020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/2914261576808806020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2007/04/sukhm-shantanam-aashnam.html' title='Sukhm Shantanam Aashnam'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-7375148598152291318</id><published>2007-03-31T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T00:14:44.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>‘Vanjara’ in 2010…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I entered the boardroom with piles of files clutched under my arm and a laptop hanging somewhere midway between my shoulder and the ground, making sure that it doesn’t hit my hand moving to and fro in a pendulum motion. I think I was late, something not good for Mr. Punctual... Would I really get a penalty? Or, would it help if I plead and enter the room, Gaush! I wish they had 75% attendance here too, so that I might miss the meeting and have a happy time at the café… Alas! Things were now different, for now I’m what’s called a professional….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a little clipping of ‘Vanjara’ after a few years from now. Copying, what Archie mentioned in her blog, here I am with premature nostalgia part-teepofied…  Some unforgettables, to form a part of whats called “khatti meethi yaadein”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even today when I enter the gates of TIET, I can see myself standing in that crowd of students, amassing the AIEEE merit list displayed at the entrance. We all were involved in a guessing game over what’ll be our fate. “I’m surely gonna get mechanical in any case.”.. “Oh come on! You’ll get it too”… “kaash maine thodi aur mehnat ki hoti.. mere aagey abhi 15 bachey hain .. “ …. “yeh salley PEC valley yahan kyun seetein kharab karne ayein hain”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things turned into reality, when I was placed in mechanical branch. I can still smell that sweat of student’s noting their first time table, displayed in that crush hall. Some aims laid down by the batchmates. I did that too. My aim was to make many girl friends ;) I tasted success the very first day :D Okay, if not a girlfriend, in due course of time, made many wonderful friends who are girls… Does it differ in spellings? I don’t think so!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, authorities are then perused to hold a third counseling, after the PEC decision was made and 60 seats went vacant. There I am, on the stage again, betting on my fate. And I won. Smiling to whole of the auditorium, I got the last seat of Computer Science. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thapar crowd. The first thing we came to know was that girls don’t exist here. Well, anyhow won’t comment on that coz many of my frnds are non vegetarians. It took some time getting accustomed to that environment of TIET. I’ll remember it all, a few years from now, when I’ll enter the board room, with that single register in my back pocket, replacing a pile of files, with a hearty cafeteria replacing yummy meals, but no TIET friends to share with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No staring in the cafes,&lt;br /&gt;jebh me no society, bass paise,&lt;br /&gt;None of those one day crushes.&lt;br /&gt;I won’t see a girl who blushes&lt;br /&gt;No masala talks abt the latest couples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Chal Deepi Party!!!, buy me a pack of ruffles"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some hotties, Some cool dudes,&lt;br /&gt;Some going around on geri routes.&lt;br /&gt;These half mark fights,&lt;br /&gt;these atop roof taffri in midnights.&lt;br /&gt;Nukkad ke paranthey, bhem ki iced tea,&lt;br /&gt;“C grade hi to aya tera yar” take it ligtly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was perhaps the most idiotic poetry I ever made ;) No Comments no suggestions invited.&lt;br /&gt;The list continues without the poetry, I bunked lectures, “OH SHIT! Assignment kaun banayega”.. “ajj college vich maal aya hai ;)”… hey how can I forget our sardaran di fauj.. “Me Walia DaMan Chacha Badi” And how Daman makes me kill Badi everytime he gets a chance ;) The list of events is too long… Events!!! yea.. events at the izhaar and mudra.. My first ever dramatics and Every year struggled for a slot in singing ;) Finally got it :D.. My pledge to never take part in nautanki ever again, but ending up doing it every year, an bagging the third or fourth prize everytime;) Also, those events in saturnalia. Rs 250 . for that LS show. How’ll I forget that!!! But there’ll be a time when I might want to give whole of my salary, no matter the events are LS or HS, just to smell the same old aura of the place where we played, we studied, we flirted, we enjoyed, we ruled our lives and teachers ruled our CG cards, where we learned how to LIVE, Live our Life.. King size…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’ll be a day when we’ll be having money in pocket to throw parties, but no Hembir to supply kulchas. Orkut won’t see more of “BLOG UPDATED” nicks besides my profile. But I’ll still trouble you guys to read my poems, no matter if my sms pack is activated or not. A day when something salty will trickle down my cheek, when I'll read this post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A day when I’ll be called Er.Deepinder Singh… or maybe Er.D.S.Kalra.&lt;br /&gt;A day I'll hate or love ... I'm still perplexed….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-7375148598152291318?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/7375148598152291318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=7375148598152291318' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/7375148598152291318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/7375148598152291318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2007/03/vanjara-in-2010.html' title='‘Vanjara’ in 2010…'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-3052470726142008602</id><published>2007-03-23T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T10:34:14.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evolution... Where it all began…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;April 26 ’03, It was a rainy day. Clouds covered the sky and the wind was fast enough to take with it a guy who was analyzing the weather while strolling on the roof of his home. I don’t know which streak of the lightening stroke him, when he took a small notepad out of his pocket and a pen, which he had by chance, and began scribbling something. Penned down a few lines, quite elated he went down to share those lines with his mother. He thought it was just another day out for him when he did something he’d never done before. But who knew that he did something that he’ll be doing quite often from that day…..&lt;br /&gt;That was his first poem…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys. This would be a small but a close to heart post. As promised, I’ll be sharing my first poem. Well this,  actually isn’t the very first poem, coz that was the one I wrote in 3rd class on topic ‘Maa di Mamta’ and I got 2nd prize for that. But Alas! I don't have a copy of that poem with me, and I think I'm too old to frame that innocence now. I didn’t write anything of that sorts after that, till that day when nature blessed me…. So here it goes… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY first poem…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naturehood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flying crows,&lt;br /&gt;Squeaking squirrels,&lt;br /&gt;Whirling winds,&lt;br /&gt;And flag with frills,&lt;br /&gt;Fluttering like wings of vulture,&lt;br /&gt;That’s the nature showing its culture.&lt;br /&gt;Down the road thy goes a man,&lt;br /&gt;And up in sky clouds form a band.&lt;br /&gt;Pouring rain, throwing child’s play in vain.&lt;br /&gt;That’s the nature showing its fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Deepinder Singh Kalra&lt;br /&gt;April 26 ‘03&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-3052470726142008602?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/3052470726142008602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=3052470726142008602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/3052470726142008602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/3052470726142008602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2007/03/evolution-where-it-all-began.html' title='The Evolution... Where it all began…'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-1508008984200719431</id><published>2007-03-16T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T09:15:30.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vo jo pare pare baithey hain….. (Saturnalia Part-1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturnalia… What does it mean??? Even I don’t know…&lt;br /&gt;About it, in the words of one of the bhoru gals of our college, “You know it is the biggest fest of north India…”&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was the day2 of saturnalia. Day-1 passed with not much fun….&lt;br /&gt;For me the day-2 started at 11:00 when I got up after been bitten up by a Pomeranian at the scooter stand of our college... ( that was one of my dreams, I had last night and I wont wish that it should come true, for there are much more happening dreams which I wish could come true )&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was up and about by 12:00 am when I left for college.&lt;br /&gt;Wont write much about the events of the morning, just give a brief outline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m into the organization work of the Fine Arts and Photography Society (FAPS) events. FAPS organized Poster making, which was scrapped, then Collage making, jiske results came out to be just opposite to what I thought, as the collage I suggested to be 1st was declared 3rd and vice versa, and the last one was Rangoli, mere liye to Rangoli kamm aur Holi jyada thi… is bar holi nahi kheli na.. saari kasar nikal gai. How embarrassing it is when I’m walking around with some colours filled in glasses, my pants and hands giving a multi colored imagery. I myself took part in Quiz prelims, which was a big disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, coming to the main-stage event. The Rock Competition, followed by performance by “One of the oldest bands of India, which has been entertaining Indians for the past 16 years and was now to entertain the Thapar University students”, The ‘Black slate’.. heard the name before??? I wonder…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I proceed I’d like to describe the Thapar main stage theory. According to the Thapar Authorities, (wont mention the person behind this theory, lemme name him Mr.P). So Mr. P, I think believes in the theory of homosexuality. Only this gives the reason why the guys and the gals are made to sit, rather stand in the same ground, but with an LOC running between them. He believes ki is tarah se aapsi bhai-behen chara badhta hai. But I fail to explain what I saw today. I saw Mr. P turning around, with his eyes escorting a girl to the stands… Mr. P seems to be a big Tharki mann se.. vo kehte hain na.. andar se aur bahar se aur… ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I think its time I justify the title of this blog. Although we had paid a hefty Rs.250 just for entry into the Amphi stands, but we decided to stay out and watch the show from outside (there was a small platform kinda made outside, big enough to manage 10-15 people on it. So we stood there, thinking that we’d get a better view of the main stage. And we did, PLUS there was another stage of which we got a clearer view, the girls stand. Although the girls are nothing much to talk about, but their actions and their dance is. Before I give a description of the dance steps, I’d like to mention that the dance goes like, one gal starts a weird step and the others follow it….. Here it goes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. The Tick-Tock Step&lt;/strong&gt;:- What we guys Head Banging, it goes tic tic for the gals. The reason is quite clear, hair style kharab ho jayega na… so head banging comes out to be tick tock tick tock in that order, with the head moving in perfect co-ordination rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. The Machar Pakdo Step: -&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t know what they call it for guys (coz I’m not much into these rock show terms), but for gals it’s the machar pakdo, as I saw it. The gal takes her hand up, opens it, slowly moves it down and with that the hand is now closed…. Yesssss machar pakda gaya.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. The Mango Shake Step: -&lt;/strong&gt; Untie ur hair, shake urself as much as you can, then retie ur hair again…. (I still wonder why gals look beautiful with open hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. The Pata Nahi Step:&lt;/strong&gt;- This step lacks co-ordination, coz every gal is foing, what she thinks is right, and jahan kuch nahi samajh ata vahan zooor se cheekh mar deni.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Ringa Ringa Roses Step: -&lt;/strong&gt; This is the best of the lot, coz all the above mentioned steps can be a part of this step…. All u have to do is make a circle and move round and round and round… (Merry Going Riung huh!!!) While Moving around u can just Tick Tock, u can Catch mosquitoes, You can shake urself, you can just move and move as if ur on an evening walk, you can hold each other’s shoulders, like we used to do in pre-nursery, and then jump jump jump… you can make a train outaa that circle you are moving in…. and yea… &lt;em&gt;the worst thing, while moving in the train, you can move alittle towards the walls of the Stand, so that Blogger cant see you anymore… :(..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So guys that was the end of the story, as the ‘maal-gaadi’ was now parked where the blogger eyes couldn’t reach…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; I was warned by daman not to write all this in blog, as the gals would eat me alive, or maybe cook me into dishes like ‘Butter-Deepinder’, ‘Cream Deepinder’, ‘Deepinder Masala’, ‘Afghani Deepinder’, ‘Lahori Deepinder’, ‘Chef’s Special Deepinder’… Now I just hope that most of my lady readres are veggies ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-1508008984200719431?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/1508008984200719431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=1508008984200719431' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/1508008984200719431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/1508008984200719431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2007/03/vo-jo-pare-pare-baithey-hain-saturnalia.html' title='Vo jo pare pare baithey hain….. (Saturnalia Part-1)'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-6479118038536875201</id><published>2007-03-09T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:57:55.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ik Lalsa Jeyun Di...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi guys… Must say I’m back from a sojourn…. Seven days of experience, of art, of literature, of position, of status, of meeting, of dating, of eating, sleeping and studying a bit of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the week started with some rumors about our respected dean, leaving the institute. The rumors, which on confirmation were marked as farce by the dean himself… but of course, need not mention they came out to be true… The terms like Job Motivation, job Satisfaction, job Enrichment, Responsibility towards your job, commitments, promises et all appeared to be kinda illusions in the mockery called ‘life.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, have to get used to the news.. One thing’s for sure, I’m not gonna advertise the MBA@TIET anymore…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Monday was gone with all these events and my MBA Mid Sem test.&lt;br /&gt;Followed Tuesday where began the Acumen… I had given in my poems for English, Hindi and Punjabi, but finally our respected HR’s chose me just for the Punjabi poetry… It went off well. Some of my friends wanted me to post the poem on blog, so here it goes.. I’ll write word to word the way I recited there…I’d again pin-point… Its Punjabi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Bharun Hatya'… matlab, ik istri di usdi maa di kukh vich hatya… Par sirf ees karkey, ki uh istri hai.. ki usnu jeun da hack nahi… (bang on desk) ki uh insaan nahi… ki usdiyan apniyan koi ichavan.. koi lalsa nahi ??? Ihna Bhavnavan nu pragtaundi.. pesh kardan apni kavita.. &lt;strong&gt;‘IK LALSA JEYUN DI’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai dassna chahanga.. ki eh ik ajehi istri di kavita hai.. jo ki bharun hatya da shikar banan ja rai hai…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maa, meri di kukh vich, ik chirr ai si mainu ikk khushbu.&lt;br /&gt;Anant sann jaapde aasmaan mainu, is jag ton hoi sa mai roobaru.&lt;br /&gt;Khush hoye san mainu vekh vekh saarey, akhan ‘cho meri vehende san bhukh de athru .&lt;br /&gt;Jithey mileya si mainu be-shumar pyaar.. guddiyan patoley te damru..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kukh vichon mai vekheya, udeek sann kardiyan meriyan saheliyan .&lt;br /&gt;Assan khediyan sa ikethey, te paundiyan sa paheliyan .&lt;br /&gt;School ja padhai kardiyan, hor baniyan sann beliyan.&lt;br /&gt;Uh pal vi anmol sann jaapde, ikethiyan firdiyan sa jadd vehliyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raat soundi nu mainu supna aya,&lt;br /&gt;Viah mere nu koi rishta leayea,&lt;br /&gt;Sohna lamma laarha, aakhdey usnu kudrat da jaiya.&lt;br /&gt;Jis nal toor dena mere babul mainu, keh mainu ik dhann paraiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kubbey baithi sochdi sa kujj.. jadd kanni meri ik awaz pai,&lt;br /&gt;Cherhdiyan san meriyan saheliyan, full vangu mai sang gai,&lt;br /&gt;Gaundiyan san sakhiyan ghoriyan, aaiyan mainu yaadan kai,&lt;br /&gt;Rabb ne nau diyan laavan suniyan, te vekhdeyan doli tur pai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kukh vich sundi ehna awazan vichon, laggeya kujj kehendi si meri maa,&lt;br /&gt;Aakhde san sake mere, ikk jaiya chahida si meri tha?&lt;br /&gt;Virudh si samajh saara, nahi si hack lain da mainu sah .&lt;br /&gt;Anant uhna asmana vich, kitey nahi si likheya mera naa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koi nahi si sakhi meri jo takkeygi kade meri rah,&lt;br /&gt;Hunn visar gaya jo paraeya si, bhullleya mainu paheli bana,&lt;br /&gt;Babul mera na milna mainu, na milni mainu kitey thandi chaav,&lt;br /&gt;Kise nahi si socheya, kinna si mainu oos lal joodey da chah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikk fariyad kardi han mai jagg nu deke rabb da vaasta,&lt;br /&gt;Ik chah hai mainu jeyun di, mainu mere supneyan di lalsa,&lt;br /&gt;Je koi main sahara de, farh le ajj meri bah,&lt;br /&gt;Tan kall bulayega koi, totli jaban vich mainu vi ma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-©Deepinder Singh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taariyan taariyan taariyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The judges were impressed… I was satisfied… Got 2nd prize.. but the happiest moment was when Prabhakar sir ne mujhe bataya k the Professional Sir, jo bahar se aye they, he was really impressed. According to him, I lost my marks on account of the other inexperienced judges…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tu Ghuggi Ae???&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/RfHFNStkNfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/z5U5u2TBG8U/s1600-h/Image(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040026290156221938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/RfHFNStkNfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/z5U5u2TBG8U/s320/Image(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aaho ji eh Ghuggi e.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well I think the pic here explains it all for the readers who know who he is, and for others I’d like to tell that he is our Punjab da Ghuggi Baadshah…. The Comedy King… I met him att CCD on Friday, and it is quite quite quite unexpected, to see a celebrity in Patiala, that too at ccd... Shayad Ghuggi ji di kismat vich si mainu milna.... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for today… The next post would be from where my road to writing commenced. I’d share my first poem, the one I penned down in +1…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-6479118038536875201?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/6479118038536875201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=6479118038536875201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/6479118038536875201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/6479118038536875201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2007/03/hi-guys-must-say-im-back-from-sojourn.html' title='Ik Lalsa Jeyun Di...'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/RfHFNStkNfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/z5U5u2TBG8U/s72-c/Image(006).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-295160900360687741</id><published>2007-02-28T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T05:20:05.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Luck @ Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before I begin with the post, I’d like to formally declare that don’t be duped by the title of my first blog after the Valentines Day, as I’m still without a lady, am single forget about the honeymoon….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hi Guys! A post after a long time huh! But, this post, I’d say has been dedicated to my friend daman, not because he inquired me about my blog, as to why wasn’t I updating it, but the reason lies in the climax of the Movie I saw today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady luck began in morning itself when C messaged me for about some plans for ‘Honeymoon Travels’ in the evening. The luck had begun.&lt;br /&gt;I’d skip some portion and directly jump onto the afternoon when the rain God stopped the downpour just in time (He too had some great plans for me it seems). We were in the hall just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Movie Review…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Girls&lt;/strong&gt;: Ita known fact that ladkiyan vehli hoti hain… so gals... this is a movie for u… Filled up with all that bhoru stuff that you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Guys going with friends who are guys:&lt;/strong&gt; Please don’t go…. This isn’t for u... I’d loose trust for you guys in case you come out happy and gay…… (Take some words literally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Guys going with Girls:&lt;/strong&gt; You’ll have a tough time, especially if you are going along with your girlfriend. I’m not responsible for the aftereffects, when she’ll say that the movie was good and you’ll be just left to ‘Bow-Wow’ before her…. In case going with some chill friends (like mine), you might like it. But make sure that you don’t try hard to find the gist of the movie, and don’t get too much involved in it…. Poori khokhli hai movie…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Movie (Anti)Climax…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Movies I see, always have a Climax…. Rather an anticlimax…. I’m gonna begin with another part of the lady luck (Daman please pay attention)&lt;br /&gt;It was the intermission when a beautiful girl (must be in teens, I thought) turned back and smiled at me. She was fair, big eyes, and a pretty smile, and yea open hair (why gals look beautiful with open hair???) I was somewhat confused and otherwise exited I think. I asked C if she knew that girl. Nope she didn’t. I thought it might be coz of some kinda misunderstanding kyunki abb takk mujhe kamm se kamm 20 log mil chuke hain jo kehte hain k meri shakal kisi filane dhamkane se milti hai. I thought it might be one of those cases. So the story was forgotten, till the movie ended… She got up. We got up. She proceeded towards the exit when suddenly I had another glimpse of her pretty face, and I asked C, “Hey! Is that?????......... “ and finally Apurav concluded… “Oye! Eh tan apni microprocessor vali madam e”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; For detailsabout the girl... refer to &lt;a href="http://7-point-someone.blogspot.com/search/label/Deepti%20Mam"&gt;Daman’s blog&lt;/a&gt;….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/30057197-295160900360687741?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/295160900360687741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=295160900360687741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/295160900360687741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/295160900360687741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2007/02/lady-luck-honeymoon.html' title='Lady Luck @ Honeymoon'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-7129380242948253522</id><published>2007-02-20T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T00:05:12.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two weeks equals Two Years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;This is probably my shortest post after a longest time gap... Its short coz I have nothing to write as there are some things which cant be shared with everyone, for everthing else... there's Blogspot.com....&lt;br /&gt;cya guys... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-7129380242948253522?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/7129380242948253522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=7129380242948253522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/7129380242948253522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/7129380242948253522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2007/02/two-weeks-equals-two-years.html' title='Two weeks equals Two Years...'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-5794111156061999344</id><published>2007-02-03T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T03:57:18.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poet bana Painter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Uncle Murphy returned with a bang last week when I had been organizing the Painting Workshop. After immense publicity and equal enthusiasm the day had finally arrived when I was to organize my first event for FAPS. The job was not that tough, as it was tiring. The event was to be scheduled on Monday at 5:15 p.m. A day before I was pleased with myself as all the necessary preparations had been efficiently done. But somewhere I was reminding myself of the quote which says, “When everything is going right, be sure that you are missing something”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Something similar happened. At 4:15 p.m., just an hour before the start of event, ma’am (head of FAPS) received a call from the instructor (who was to come). He said that it won’t be feasible for him to make it to the workshop as he had to go somewhere. (Uncle Murphy had made an entry). Phone calls were made to some other teachers and somehow one instructor was engaged for the event. The time had arrived when I saw the participants making their way into the venue. Elated I was, when came in the instructor sir. Co-incidentally, he was the same man who had taught me (or rather tried to teach me) painting when I was a li’l Deepi. It seemed that everything would go fine, But things were different, before I could think, sir just had a look at the colours and said, “Ah te colours hi ghatiya ne.” That’s it. I was left gaping as if someone had kicked me hard. Off I went to buy new colors, and with much difficulty I bought small-small water color cakes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Well, wont write more abt the workshop, coz have something else to write.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Here I’d like to write my poem, that I wrote on my way back from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Amritsar&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, when the poet was sitting silently on his seat with a pen and paper in hand.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;So here it goes….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Eternal Emotions&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortality in my eyes for the moments passing,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting besides the window of my coach,&lt;br /&gt;In those endless fields, I see myself straying,&lt;br /&gt;I move along, pricked on foot and shouted 'Ouch!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pricking emotions, Last year I buried in field,&lt;br /&gt;To forget them forever, I never paid a heed,&lt;br /&gt;Passionately they today, embraced me painfully,&lt;br /&gt;Erupting out with the ripened wheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months from now on the Baisakhi day,&lt;br /&gt;I see some farmers happy and gay,&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had cut down my ripened possession,&lt;br /&gt;Which, somewhere in a heap of wheat, silently lay.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;A part of me was as happy as the farmer,&lt;br /&gt;For I'd been parted from those emotions alone,&lt;br /&gt;But the other stood sobbing, a lot calmer,&lt;br /&gt;Mourning over those eternals who'll find a new home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Deepinder Singh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt; For all those who didn’t understand this poem, don’t worry, you are not the only one. And in case you understood, you might want to see if u understood correctly, and if u did then u are the one out of very few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well the idea of the poem is something like this. I was sitting in the coach and looking at the endless green fields outside the window. I imagine myself to be strolling In those fields. While strolling around, suddenly something pricks me in my foot. I see and I recognize the pricking thing as one of my emotions that I buried in the field an year ago and those emotions have now erupted out with the ripened wheat. Then I see that two months from now, on the baisakhi day, Farmers would cut that wheat down, and my emotions would be cut along with. Those would lie silently somewhere in the heap of wheat. I’m happy on one account that finally I got rid of my emotions, but on the other side, I’m sad coz those eternal feelings would now form the bloodline of someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-5794111156061999344?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/5794111156061999344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=5794111156061999344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/5794111156061999344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/5794111156061999344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2007/02/poet-bana-painter.html' title='Poet bana Painter'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-1670187665312306281</id><published>2007-01-27T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T22:17:52.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exiled on Republic Day….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Jan 2007, when everyone had been sleeping in their cozy quilts or watching the parade on DD1, I was in the theatre to watch Salaam-e-Ishq. I had been making plans to watch the first show since 2 days, but Daman and Suneet refused to go with me coz their ‘intuitions’ said that the movie would be pathetic, and so did some of my other friends suggested. But the adamant 'me' refused to listed to his sixth sense and there I was sitting with Richi in the cinema. A day before I didn’t even know the cast of the movie, (aur chala tha Deepi Salaam-e-Ishq dekhne). Anyhow, the movie had already begun by the time we took our seats, in the middle row of a scantily filled hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;About the movie, I don’t have words to describe that marvelous stuff. Actually it was not one movie that I haad been seeing, it was like 6 movies going on at the same time and a TATA &lt;i style=""&gt;Sky &lt;/i&gt;kinda system, that lets the projector man change the channel into the one he likes the best. The six stories didn’t seem to be interrelated at all, although those were forcefully made to in the end. My friends generally ask me ‘best couple kaunsa tha?’ Well, seriously speaking, it was sohail and isha kopikar, kyunki vo poori movie me bohat kamm dikhai padey they. Their role was like, the others had to attend nature’s call so chalo sohail ka scene dal do… janta khush ho jayegi!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;SAVA&lt;/st1:place&gt; teen Ghante ki ghatiya movie. What can be worse to start a national holiday. But things didn’t get better as the day passed. I had my finishing school. Sir, adores students who are in time. So I was there sitting alone in class, 10 mins before the intended time. Sir a gaye…. Time badha… 2pm, 2:05…2:10…2:15... I was hopelessly looking at the door, waiting for someone to accompany me to listen to Sir’s lecture. But, MY day had something else for me. The lecture had started, and I was there, ‘akela’. The lecture was amusingly boor as ever. I had been wandering into an unknown land when sir said ,”Now we’ll a break, and after the break you’ll ask me questions about the previous session” All time long during the break I had been thinking of a question… “What was it that Sir taught??? Was it a duet song that I’m to practice for…. No I was something related to listening.. listening to a girl??? No, Was it my communication with the Convener about the Vesta? Or was is another proposal? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was something else yar…. God!!! Someone tell me k sir ne kya padhaya tha…” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-1670187665312306281?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/1670187665312306281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=1670187665312306281' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/1670187665312306281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/1670187665312306281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2007/01/exiled-on-republic-day.html' title='Exiled on Republic Day….'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-7124326574843701895</id><published>2007-01-22T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:57:55.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new semester with ‘Guru’</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The semester started a while ago. Here awhile equals a few weeks but for the Thaparians the time remains ‘awhile’ until and unless the Exams are around the corner. The sem till now had been a bit silent, as far as the studies are concerned, although my schedule has been JamPacked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So let me tell you about my mentors for the semester. My esteemed teachers. (Sorry! I still don’t know the names and the credits of the subjects; I’ll try to enlist acc to best of my knowledge.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr TQM      alias Mr. Sahu:&lt;/span&gt;- Poora nam nahi pata, all that I know is that he is a      sweet smiling pathetic teacher, or might be that the subject is so. I      attend the class just coz our class is combined with the Chemical branch      and ‘khapp paun vich bahla maja aunda hai’, and of course some other      understood reasons, which ought not be disclosed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrs.      Inderveer Chana:&lt;/span&gt;- She’s no new lady to me, as she’s the same old teacher with      spring in her nodding head, that moves up and dow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;n as words flow out. A      good strict teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrs      Gurvinder Kaur:-&lt;/span&gt; The Thaparians might know it what I’m gonna write before any      of my smallest hints coz, for us, the name is enoug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;h. The most elegant      lady of the TIET. And this is the only class that the students look      forward to attend to. The reason for this goes by a dialogue of Kuch Kuch      Hota Hai. “Ladke class attend kyun kartey hain yeh to……. U knw…….. aur      ladkiyan yeh janna chahati hain k ladke class kyun attend kartey hain!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr      Deepak Garg:&lt;/span&gt;-This is the third time that I’m being taught by this Computer      ‘Maestro’, or rather ‘Computer Mistri’.. PJ tha na??? That’s his class all      about, full of PJ’s. One of his famnous PJ’s, “Jaise ek car ja rahi hai,      yeh to nahi kahoge ke char tyre, ek steering, char seats ja rahe hain”….. Students      laugh, and he thinks that they are laughing at his jokes, but the      actuality is drastically different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrs.      Damandeep:-&lt;/span&gt; A dedicated teacher. Had been taug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ht by her in Summer      Training. And all I can say is that she knows her subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr.      R.K. Sharma &lt;/span&gt;:- Ummm… He is a good but highly psychic teacher. He teaches      well, explains well, but at times is too impulsive. Although he is smart(??),      par pata nahi kyun Biotech di sohni kudiyan ne apna subject change karva      leya :( Class sooni Sooni si lagti hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr.      Bhattacharya:-&lt;/span&gt; What to say about him. He’s our MBA subject teacher. Again      a good teacher, BUT HIS VOICE!!!! He speaks as if he is gargaling all day      long. He takes half a minute to complete his sentence and another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;two for us      to understand what he was talking about. Sometimes as he speaks my name, I      feel as if he is calling some “Deorhindr”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough about studies… A line or two about ‘Gurubhai’ to finish the blog.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L.M. Thapar, the founder of TIET passed away this week. And our prestigious institute didn’t have the classes off on the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But we planned out not to attend the classes, not to mourn of course, but to see ‘Guru’. Oh college life hi ki jithey bunk maarke movie nahi vekhi!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The movie was good, the best part was ummm.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/RbYWhevYlXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rY8BlyWYh0k/s1600-h/Image%28037%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/RbYWhevYlXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rY8BlyWYh0k/s320/Image%28037%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023227198821668210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can u guess whose hands those are??? Well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;, Daman&lt;/st1:place&gt; was the first one to reach the theatre and got the tickets this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How happy he was at his big achievement!!! He actually deserves a big round of applause for his feat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.chakpak.com/WAction.do?WT=ImgSS&amp;m=18812&amp;amp;w=375&amp;h=250" allowtransparency="true" scrollbar="NO" frameborder="0" height="275" width="400" align="center"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie is a worth watch, bundled with marvelous acting jobs by Abhishek and Ash, and most importantly, even Mithunda has done a great job!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember the words of one of the girls as we left the hall. She said, “Abhishek ki acting kitni achiiiiii thiiiiiiiiiiiiii.” Her accent of saying was as if she’d suffer a heart fail, had someone tickled her ribs at the moment……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-7124326574843701895?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/7124326574843701895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=7124326574843701895' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/7124326574843701895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/7124326574843701895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-new-semester-with-guru.html' title='My new semester with ‘Guru’'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/RbYWhevYlXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rY8BlyWYh0k/s72-c/Image%28037%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-3852290137051905615</id><published>2007-01-15T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:20:43.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My tryst with orkut.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lately we were having a ‘Time Management’ session in our CL classes by one of the sexy psychologists of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Punjabi&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Univ.&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; She was asking about various activities that we do in our whole day. Students had been giving some of the traditional answers like ‘Swimming’, ‘Eating’, ‘Reading’, ‘Writing’, and all of a sudden ma’am turned to me and asked the same question. Without a second thought, I shot out, ‘Orkutting’. I still remember the sweet wide smile, that ma’am gave, when she heard me say that. Might be she was not expecting any of such answers, but I’m sure most of the readers won’t have any doubts over me suggesting this activity…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Orkut’ has, by far, become one of the most preached religions of the present generations. The post I’m writing lists down the various changes and the teaching that Orkut has given us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;There were days when mailbox used to be filled with most of the junk mails, but now, Ahan! That junk has been given the name of ‘scraps’. Hindi me bole to ‘kabarh’, te Punjabi vich kahiye tan ‘raddi’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When the olden times saw small favors like, “Hey Could you please deposit some money in my account”, or “Could u please lend me a pencil/pen”, the ‘Orkutters’ have an extremely different demand, “Can you please Check my Scraps, It has been four hours since I checked them”, and sometimes the accent of the favour varies somewhat like, “Oye! Scraps Check Karke Dassin.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The otherwise immeasurable, term called ‘being busy’ can now be measured to precision. The measure of how busy, or rather how ‘vehla’ a person is directly reflected by the ‘Scrap Count.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The      idea of how famous a person is can be had from the ratio of the number of      friends he has, by the number of fans, plus the number of      testimonials. So renown=      Friends/Fans + Testimonails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who says unemployment is still the greatest concern for &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;? People have now got a great job, depending on their skills and efficiency. For instance, ‘safai karamchari to clean up the scrapbook’, ‘photographers to keep their album updated’, ‘writers to fill their profile info in a highly impressive manner’, ‘caption contestants, to change their display captions and pics weekly, or maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;’, ‘Hackers, to control certain accounts’, ‘Aashiqs, to put up handsome pics and attract gals’, ‘Gals, to discuss cool guys and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;favorite K-Soaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Communities have been redefined. People who considered their lives to be too hectic coz of certain social communities they were a part of, are now a member of hundreds of communities, and the number is still growing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gone are the days when we used to have a separate diary to remember the birthdays of near and dear one’s. Orkut Zindabad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Each person on orkut knows when the other person is ill, has exams, went somewhere, came back, bought something, got a gift, won a lottery and so on and on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Computer Maestro’s in the colleges are just left to find out ways to access 'orkut.com' from the campus. And, as a ‘jugad’ is found out, it’s gonna be the hottest news of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Log kehte hain k Pyar me kuch kuch hota hai, lekin yahan to baithey baithey kuch kuch ho jata hai jab &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;“Scrap ki chingariyan chalakti hain, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tann me jwala bharakti hai, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bhool kar koi to ek scrap kar do mujhe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;abb to orkut hi meri bhakti hai….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-3852290137051905615?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/3852290137051905615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=3852290137051905615' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/3852290137051905615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/3852290137051905615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2007/01/orkutcom.html' title='My tryst with orkut.com'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-2726451377173314302</id><published>2007-01-04T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:57:55.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Firsts….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It has been four days since we all wished our near and dear ones a Happy New Year… But to many of us, the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; Jan is just like another day perhaps, the only difference being that we try to forcefully take a bath and get ourselves into cleaner aprons, and the evenings are marked by fun on streets or romance on dating spots. But this first of Jan and its colleagues brought it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with many of the firsts into my life. The first of some things at could surprise any of my friends. This blog is dedicated to these changes in the blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/RZ0hAn2TJKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YnoVWNQkh14/s1600-h/Firsts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/RZ0hAn2TJKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YnoVWNQkh14/s320/Firsts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016201854541046946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My First Night Out with Novels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This might seem a very natural thing for a voracious reader, but for me, it was just an out of the world thing. After I saw my &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hyderabad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; tickets being cancelled, I decided to dedicate my holidays to bring out a reader out of this writer. I think I had been amazingly successful. I finished ‘If Tomorrow Comes-Sidney Sheldon’; ‘Error of Judgment’; ‘Illusions’; ‘Love Story’; ‘I moved your cheese’, ‘The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari’ and am half done with ‘Godfather’, I don’t get much of time now coz of the college schedule. Anyways, reading is really fun… and the most astounding part is that my net surfing hours came down to just around 2-3 from the whooping 12-13 (In Holidays).. kakka padhai vich busy si na ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My First Morning Walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A just another guy says “I’ll be going for a morning walk tomorrow.” Any objections??? I don’t think so. Now let’s change the frame of reference. Deepinder says “I’ll be going for a morning walk tomorrow at 6:30 in the morning, no matter how harsh the weather might be.” Hey readers, don’t look at me like that, I’m not a criminal. “I know I sleep at 2:30a.m. and used to wake up at 11 in the morning, but it’s a new time yaar... Believe me I’m going for a walk tomorrow.” Nobody did believe that. But, jo cheez sabne mana kar di.. Deepi ne to vo karke dikhani hai na ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date&lt;/span&gt;: 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; Jan 2007, reported as the coldest day of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt;: 6:30 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Theory:&lt;/span&gt; I was wide awake and ready to move my first step to my maiden morning walk. The weather was chilling. As I Moved down the road, made invisible by the fog, I could hear voices of rain over the trees alongside the road. It was the heavy dew which made its way from one branch down the other giving an illusion like the clouds had been pouring just over those vivid trees. The air was too fresh, and I all the way kept wondering of its fate when it’ll be all polluted and dry as the day ended. All the way down and back, I had just one fear, yar din me kuttey bohat khatarnaak aur bhukey hotey hain :( I didn’t want to be their breakfast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually this walk had been an inspiration from a number of factors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="square"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nobody at my home could believe of me waking up early      morning, and that too for a morning walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My friends thought that it was another of my silly      jokes, when I told them of my plans for the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the Most important of all was the Novel ‘The      Monk&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who Sold His Ferrari’, which      said that when u need to achieve&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a      goal, just imagine the results that would be brought by the action you perform      on your way towards your destination. Feel the results, as if you already      have it with you. I did the same, I saw myself as a fit guy sitting in the      college and never sleeping in lectures ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My First Nine Pointer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think my eyes deceived me when I saw my GPA to be 9.00 :o (For the previous semester). Did I see anything wrong, I still don’t know. I’ll surely confirm on Monday when the list is displayed. The CGPA is 8.22. “Not bad Mr. Deepinder”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My First Blog of 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Well, This post is special in three respects, First that it’s the first post of the year, second that its my silver jubilee post, and third that its my most technical post. Has been a long journey since I started blogging, and the readers have remarkably kept me in high spirits to keep writing. But I’m sure to loose many readers who read this blog of mine…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tension na lo mittron… next time to fer bhorna shuru karna hai mai…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-2726451377173314302?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/2726451377173314302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=2726451377173314302' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/2726451377173314302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/2726451377173314302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-firsts.html' title='My Firsts….'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/RZ0hAn2TJKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YnoVWNQkh14/s72-c/Firsts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-3048554890253429610</id><published>2006-12-24T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T22:40:47.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dressing up of Santa Claus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Those were the invaluable school times when we, the innocent chaps were made to do certain eeky things that we can’t even think of doing today. And one of those things, those sweet old memories, when I was the Santa Claus (not the only Santa Claus) to adorn the Christmas Celebrations of 2001.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of December when Mrs. Chawla asked me to become the Santa Claus. It had been a tradition in our school that one of the chubby cheek chaps would get himself into a big red coat with cotton all over his face and move around dancing with children during the Christmas celebrations. So this time it was me. I reluctantly accepted the proposal after it had been turned down by Vaibhav, for he had done the job last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember the day when I came home and told my parents about this. Gaush! Those smiles being thrown on me, and my sister was all the more exited. She always wanted me to see as a Santa Claus I think. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was to get my apron prepared myself. So my mum was given the tough task and I was given a big long coat and an old salwar to wear. Something was made into a big ‘Santa ki Bori’ and I stuffed it with old newspapers to make it look really Big. And yea.. how can I forget the wonderful red cap with a lining of cotton wool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, the day had arrived. A day before that I had come to know that unlike the previous years, this time there had to be four Santa’s dancing in the school. One for each house and there was a proposed competition among them. The competition of “Dressing up of Santa Claus”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was there in the chemistry lab. A young lad with no beard and confused eyeballs studded into to be Santa’s face. Vaibhav and one of my seniors (a girl) were given the task of giving this Santa Singh a make over to Santa Claus. To begin with I got into my apron and was made to sit on one of lab’s ‘interesting’ stools. (I call them interesting because their structure always appealed to me) Then the senior ma’am started her work. Those soft hands applying hair fixer on my face. I think I felt something fishy in myself, but I think I was too young to analyze certain things. So let it be… &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The cotton wool was cut into Santa’s long fluffy beard and was fitted in the proper place; some more cotton was made into big bushy eyebrows and was given the destined place. Some cotton on the sides of my face and another large chunk of it to make some hair falling on the back through the cap. I had not seen a mirror ever since. Finally, some more cotton, and a lot more cotton was nicely placed to anywhere they could find a place. Even my coat was given a lining of fluffy cotton. (Sorry people, I don’t have a pic of myself in the dress up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then someone told that the Santa of St. Mary’s house, Simran, had stuffed some pillows under his coat, and hence I had to do the same. I refused. Anyways, finally my turn step into to the Christmas grounds was here. I had to dance and move along with a Christmas song being sung. I was nicely taught corruption before I went off. I was told to ‘surely’ distribute sweets among the judges. They say is ‘isse extra marks miltey hain.’ I was afraid of just one thing, “yar vahan koi meri daadi na khinch de.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyhow, the song started first, and I was signaled to make my move. So off I went… HO HO HO HA HA HA… Dancing around… As I was told, I made my first move towards the judges. Meri itni fati hui thi k mujhe pata hi nahi chala k kaun judge hai aur kaun baki teachers. Bass sabb ko achi rishwat de di.. ;) Then I moved on to throw sweets to the small small kiddoos, who stood around me fighting for a single toffee. During those times, we found ourselves really lucky to get a 50p vali toffee from the dear Santa. And today to some were really lucky to have 50p vali éclairs and 1Re vale ‘Natkhat’ k lifafe… I think the children were deceived by the big bora on my back. Abb unhe kaun bataye ki isme toffees nahi newspapers hain ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Chalo the song was over, and so was my drama. I just pulled off my Santa Claus dress up to get into my normal mode, as I got back. I was declared second best Santa. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The best part in our Christmas celebrations was the Plum cake. A small slice of it that we got after the function was over and we had to retreat to our classrooms. Har bar socta tha k kisi tarah se mujhe do piece mil jayein. :D Kintu yeh mumkin nahi ho pata tha :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can still smell the fragrance of that delicious cake. Lovely unforgettable times…. They never come back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Merry Christmas Guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-3048554890253429610?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/3048554890253429610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=3048554890253429610' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/3048554890253429610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/3048554890253429610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2006/12/dressing-up-of-santa-claus.html' title='Dressing up of Santa Claus'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-6930362075489744166</id><published>2006-12-22T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T07:40:08.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Antim Upkhyan(Episode)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sabb kuch taiyar tha, sabhi sthan taye ho chuke they, nirdeshakon athva anya adhikariyon ne apni apni manzuri de di thi, kalakaron ne bhi tarikhein de di thi, lekin achanak, ek mukhya kalakar bimar pad jata hai aur uski jagah adakari karne vala aur koi kalakar uplabdh nahi tha… aakhirkar, film thapp pad jati hai aur ab uska kuch nahi kiya ja sakta…&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ji deviyon aur sajjno, yeh hai mere Hyderabad Safar ka antim parinam. Shuru karne se pehle yeh vaada karta hun ki yeh mere ‘&lt;a href="http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2006/11/hindi-humari-matra-bhasha-hai.html"&gt;Hindi Meri Matra Bhasha Hai&lt;/a&gt;’ shrankhala(series) ka antim kyansh(episode) hoga. Aapki sahuliyat ke liye &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;maine&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; shabd kosh(dictionary) ka sehyog leker kahtin shabdon k arth dewargeron(brackets) me likh diye hai. Yeh hindi dekh kar hairan mat hona. Mai yeh vakya hindi k shabd kosh ki sahayata se hi likh raha hu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To bhaiyon aur unki behno, kuch jyada nahi hai aaj kehne ko, bass itna k mera &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Hyderabad&lt;/st1:city&gt; jana radd ho &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;gaya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Karan iska yeh hua ki hum dono me se ek mukhya adakar, mera saathi kuch sankat me pad &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;gaya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; jiski vajah se humara vahan jana abb namumkin hai. Dukh to hai hi, lekin ek bat ki khushi bhi hai k &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;maine&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; in chann dino me bohat kuch seekha. Mai is blog ke madhyam se apne mitron Chahita, Archana, Mishika, Shweta, Nitin, Nitesh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Neetu, Vivek evam Ojaswini ko, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jinhone apna keemti waqt nikalkar, vaad vivid ki taiyari karne me mera sath dia… aur Suneet, Tarun Aditi, Rajanvir, Vikrant, Shuchita, jinhone meri poori honsla afsai ki, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; tahe dil se shukriya ada karma chahata hun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Angrezi ko Hindi me anuvad(translate) karna…. Tauba.. Agar aap me se koi aisa karna chahata hai ya bhavishya me kabhi aisa karega to mai use ek salah deta hun k apne sath ek disprin ka patta zarur rakhey.. Bohat zarurat padti hai inki. Aur han, agar tum ladkiyon ke sath karya kar rahe ho to apna batuva ghar pe bhool kar aye.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dukh to lagta hai, kyunki aisa suavsar (opportunity) bar bar nahi milta, lekin yehi zindagi hai, jo hai use swekar karna hi iska niyam hai… Fir bhi yehi chahata hun ki bhagwan kabhi kahin mujhe ek hindi vaad vivid karne ka mauka zarur dena… Mai apne doston k sath voh haseen pal dobara vyateet karna chahata hu.. Vo angrezi ko padhta, vo sar ko khujlana, table ko peetna, vo shabd-kosh kholna, vo kholkar band karna, hatash hona, roothna manana, hasna hasana, vo fokat ki parties aur vo zabardasti kharacha karvana …… Tum chattan ho doston… ( You Rock Guys!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Inn chann shabdon ke sath mai is hindi k bhoot ko tata bye bye kehta hun…. Aur vapis apne normal hinglish vidhi(mode) me pravesh karta hu… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO MORE HINDI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alvida… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-6930362075489744166?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/6930362075489744166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=6930362075489744166' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/6930362075489744166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/6930362075489744166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2006/12/antim-upkhyanepisode.html' title='Antim Upkhyan(Episode)'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-8884729314525046089</id><published>2006-12-16T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T07:59:50.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things in Life... Never Change..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes that’s true… Some things in life really don’t change… anyways... That was just the title of the post, I’d rather say a deceptive title of the post coz … bass man me icha utpann hui to yeh title title likh dia… koi khaas vajah nahi hai… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So as the trend goes for every Thaparian blogger, after the end sems, the post about the exams, the semester, the tushan, the crushes, the teachers, the marks, the grades &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(not pointing to anybody) and bla bla bla… I’m NOT gonna do the same… I’ll just write about the semester, the crushes, the teachers, the tushan, the grades and yea… &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hyderabad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;About the semester&lt;/span&gt;… umm.. Nothing official about it… ek bat samajh me a gai.. teacher pe impression hai aur baton me tashan hai to tumhe marks dene se koi mana nahi kar sakta.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Some things in jugadbazi never change…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;About my crushes… &lt;/span&gt;Had many this semester… and some serious ones too (Not Deepti (ma’am) of course) My close frnds might know their names... I’m not gonna post anyways coz of personal reasons. (actually political, social, physiological, legal, interpersonal, etc. reasons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Some things in tharakbazi… never change..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My grades…&lt;/span&gt; Pathetic as ever.. although end sem kafi hadd takk phood dia, still I’ll manage to get a CPGA to just over 8, that too just coz of an A in trng.. (baki Deepti (ma’am) ji ki kripa rahi to Micro me bhi A lagg jayega)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Some things in Thapar never change”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hyderabad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kafi hairat se dekh rahe hooge ki yeh hydrabad kahan se tapak pada beechon beech… To deviyon aur sajjno, avastha kuch aisi hai ke jo vaad vivid sammelan mera &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;delhi&lt;/st1:city&gt; me hone vala tha vo abb &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hyderabad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; me hai aur mai vahan jhakk marne ja raha hu… jhakk marne ki to bachpann se hi aadat hai meri, so mujhe is karya me jyada kathinai nahi hogi… Lekin sabse uttam kathinai is bat ki hai k mujhe abhi takk koi khabar nahi ki &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;maine&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; vahan jaakar karna kya hai…(aish ko chorhkar) abhi do din pehle mujhe vaad-vivad ka vishya pata chala hai… sunnna chahenge kya??? Matt suniye…. Kehta hu rehne dijiye aur yeh khirki(window) band karr dijiye… maan jaiye meri baat….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Khair .. kehna batana mera farz tha aaur sunna samajhna aapka… abb mai kya kahun.. to bhaiyon aur ek do ko chorhkar baki meri farzi behno, mere vaad vivid ka vishya hai… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“SOSHITON KA ARTHIK EVAM SAAMAJIK SASHTIKARAN KEVAL SAHAKARITAON KE MADHYAM SE HI SAMBHAV HAI...” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Maine&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; bola than a mat suniye… abb bhugto…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Kuch chezein zindagi me kabhi nahi badalti.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Umm.. Finally a line or two about &lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kabul&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Express.&lt;/span&gt;. The movie was good. Arshad Warsi was mindblowing and the direction was superb, it was like watching Aaj Takk and Cartoon Network at the same time.. (with a glimpse of FTV )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Daman&lt;/st1:place&gt; reached theatre on time (for a change) lekin uske time pe pahunchne ka kuch khas fayeda nahi hua… (Thanks to su, C and dassi) koi na &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Daman&lt;/st1:place&gt;, We’ll give u another chance next time… But I’m sure, He’ll be late as ever… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Some Things in Life... Never Change”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-8884729314525046089?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/8884729314525046089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=8884729314525046089' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/8884729314525046089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/8884729314525046089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2006/12/some-things-in-life-never-change.html' title='Some Things in Life... Never Change..'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-8957193869970977879</id><published>2006-11-24T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T00:46:15.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindi Humari Matra Bhasha Hai!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suprabhat …. Itni hairat se mat dekhiye, yeh blog (blog ki hindi nahi ati.. maaf kijiye), &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hindustan&lt;/st1:place&gt; ki matra bhasha hindi me h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oga… kyun hoga uske peeche ek bohat hi ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;da kaaran hai jo mai yahan spasht karma chahata hu… agar aagya ho to mai aage badhta hu, agar aagya na dein to bhi mai age hi badhta hun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To saathiyon, yeh bat kuch teen din pehle ki hai jab humara chote se bhi chote karyakartaon ka parcha tha.. (microprocessor quiz), us din sath hi ek Vaad-Vivad pratyogita thi jisme ki mera mitra Vishnu hissa le raha tha, kintu uske pas koi jodidar nahi tha. To atyant vinamrata se usne mujhe uska sath dene ko kaha. Vaad vivid ka mukhya shirshak mujhe theek se yad nahi… kuch ‘sahkartaon ka bharat me udyog’ aisa kuch tha. Kuch pal hichkichate hue &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ma&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ine&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; Vishnu ji ko han kar di. Lekin stithi te tabb ek ulta moorh liya jab humein pata chala ke us pratyogita me bhag lene k liye aur koi pratyogi nahi aya hai aur mera aur Vishnu ka nam &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;delhi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; me hone vali vaad-vivad pratyogita k liye bheja j raha hai…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.4to40.com/images/discoverindia/hindi/hindisawar/pomegranate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 329px;" src="http://www.4to40.com/images/discoverindia/hindi/hindisawar/pomegranate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To is waqt haalat kuch aise hain ke mujhe hindi nahi ati aur na hi kabhi &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;maine&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; vaad vivid nam ki koi vastu ka paalan kia hai… Vishnu ji hindi me maharaja hai… to abb yeh kehna theek rahega ki hum dono sabhi karya bhagwan k hathon me saump kar, vahan poori aish karnenge. Lekin sath hi sath mehnat aur lagan se ji jaan lagakar vaad-vivad bhi karenge. Asha rakhte hai k &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;delhi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; me Murphy uncle humein tang nahi karenge aur hum apne college ka nam, apne parishram ki badolat, mitti me nahi milne denge…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vaise is awastha me mujhe us din ki yad hai jab maine cartoon network hindi me dekha tha, aur 'Swat Cats' ko 'bade miaun' aur 'chotey miaun' ka nam dia gaya tha. Hum use dekhte hue bass pet pakad kar haste hi rehte they. Shayad delhi me bhi vahan upasthit shrota kuch aisa hi karein ... Mera ek mitra mujhe aashwasan dete hue kehta hai, "Deepinder, jab tu hindi bolta hai to aisa lagta hai k tu jhooth bol raha hai."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bhagwan ka aashirwad aur aapke sath &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ki aasha rakhte hue mai is waqt yahan se vida leta hun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Namaskaar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-8957193869970977879?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/8957193869970977879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=8957193869970977879' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/8957193869970977879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/8957193869970977879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2006/11/hindi-humari-matra-bhasha-hai.html' title='Hindi Humari Matra Bhasha Hai!!!'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-2969344134049159148</id><published>2006-11-18T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T00:18:36.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Law... A Practitioners Approach!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some of the readers might be quite inquisitive to know as to what on earth is this “Murpy’s Law”. But guys you’ll have to wait for some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;time before I tell you about one of the greatest laws on earth, ‘THE MURPHY’s LAW’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now this is about the tech fest ‘Aranya’ in our college and a workshop called ‘Robotix’ where I came to know about Dear Uncle Murphy. We were a four member team, me(D),B ,C and S So I gave the name BCDs to the team. There were around 31 teams to attend the workshop. It was conducted by four guys from some &lt;a href="http://www.triindia.co.in/"&gt;TRI&lt;/a&gt; in Mumbai, the one who delivered the lecture was Ankit Mehta, an ex-meachanchi from IIT-Mumbai. Ankit was a ‘phenomenally kool guy’ wit dramatic epressions. Actually he used to refer every part of a robot as ‘guy’, ever situationm as ‘kool’ and each of his or anybody else's experiences as phenomenal. He, along with the team, had been a part of numerous international robotic competitions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So it all began with some videos of robots being pictured on the screen and we were gasping over them, just like small kids are astounded to se an aeroplane flying in the air. Now that was the point where my ‘Dear Uncle Murphy’ made an entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;According to Ankit Mehta, Murphy Law states that “Worse things happen in worse of the situations.” He supplementd his definition with an incidence of his own where they went to take part in an international competition and just before the event something happen, but in any case their team was the one to hear a 100 Decibel of applause. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Something about the workshop….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the boring lectures were made interesting by some videos(specially the last one where he showed us some pics of his experiences in the Robotic field). I came to know many things during the theory classes. Like the Tata took over corus for $8 Billion, and the turnover now has reached 23 million from a mere 5 million making tata the fifth largest company ( earlier it was placed at 56 ). And yea, for an acquisition it isn’t necessary that a big company takes over another big company.. (Courtesy: Business today on my desk during the theory classes ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/749/3669/1600/308991/Image%28411%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/749/3669/320/582198/Image%28411%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay now the best part of the workshop, the robot we made, it looked kind of crane. We started over with a bad luck when I cut down a belt given to me, and later came to knw that the belt was to be used as it is. In any case, the base was ready with not much difficulties (Waiting for Uncle Murphy??? Wait…. ) On second day of the workshop we were given another kit to add a manipulator to the base we made.(ie. The arm of the crane and a gear kind of system). We were the first ones to complete the job in the room. There was a feeling of joy tickling our heart and we took turns at the photo session with the Robot. Then came the name ceremony. B&amp;C&amp;amp;S were thinking about various names, something like Robby, Bot, bla bla… I suggested adding two headlights to the model and S threw in the idea of hanging a bell around the neck….. ( yahan par &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;maine&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; kaha, yar iska naam hi billu rakh lo ) In the end he was given a decent name after the name of our instructor…. He was named Ankit…..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/749/3669/1600/471832/Image%28409%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/749/3669/320/575240/Image%28409%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, today we had a competition with the model we made…. Uncle Murphy was somewhere around the corner. I spent 2 hours yesterday debugging our Ankit, and finally with a few uncleanable bugs I took Ankit to the college in morning at 9. But, Uncle Murphy let us know that the contest was at 2 pm. Kool, we had time to test Ankit under the pathetic Thapar Conditions, with hundred eyes staring at Ankit. Uncle Murphy had started the induction process with the following happenings…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B &amp; C were late as ever and left early as ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The connections would go lose every 15 mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got a soldering wire from market and came back to college only to know that I had forgotten the soldering rod at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The screws were to be adjusted every now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The belt on the wheel slipped off too frequently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the worst of all, 15 mins before the contest I came to know that we had fir one part upside down…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A traffic jam made C late to the college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In any case, after 4 hours of harsh testing, I took ankit to the Audi, where the contest was to be held. There were 30 teams registered for the event. Two rounds, we (using the Ankit) were to pick balls from a plate, and put it in another tray placed at a distance. Our turn came… I prayed God for success, then pleaded Uncle Murphy so that he may not interfere…. We qualified to the next round… Too thrilled, thanked God, Thanked Dear Uncle Murphy…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT, THE SECOND ROUND…. I prayed God, but made a BIG MISTAKE…. FORGOT TO PLEAD UNCLE MURPHY…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were on the stage, the wires were joined in place, I tested it was fine…. Now 2 mins to put the pick the balls… the clock began, and so did uncle Murphy's job, Ankit refused to move… with a few throttles, he finally moved, but in installments (moving and stopping), I had a fear that a belt might come off the wheel, but our uncle had something else for us… I picked up 3 balls… 2 of 15 points each, and one of 5 points making it 35.. Good na??? That’s what we thought it to be… I successfully placed the balls in the destination tray, WoW.. that was the most amazing part of the game... S &amp; C asked me to go back and pick another ball (I think that was uncle Murphy who asked). I put Ankit in reverse gear, he didn’t move, I gave a soft jolt, he finally moved and uncle Murphy Won… the reverse movement of Ankit, took with it 2, 15 pointer balls off the plate, and we were left with just 5 points, It was too late to get back and fetch another ball….. and too late for us to get back the prize we already had in our pockets… But never knew the uncle Murphy was a pickpocket….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I still hear the applause we deserved… And still feel the pain we experienced… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jai Uncle Murphy…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God Bless!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/30057197-2969344134049159148?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/2969344134049159148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=2969344134049159148' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/2969344134049159148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/2969344134049159148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2006/11/murphys-law-practical-approach.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Law... A Practitioners Approach!!!'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-5276939068862728502</id><published>2006-11-05T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:01:36.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Frustrated Weekly of  T.I.E.T.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi guys, this post is gonna be right from the desk of a frustrated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(I had better word, but somehow can’t use that publicly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The question might arise as to what is &lt;span&gt;frustration&lt;/span&gt;… Well frustration is that state of mind and body which arises because you are sharing a covalent bond with a non-destructive particle called the TIET. So when this molecule, ie. The (Thaparian)nThapar molecule combines with an unknown question paper in the mid sems, it undergoes an unexplained and uncontrolled fission reaction producing large amounts of energy which is good enough to burn the sun(But alas not enough to burn the inst.) The products of this fission reason are large number of crosses, 1’s and 0’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;supplemented by a few ticks at some places unidentified. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.uhca.com/frustrated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 254px;" src="http://www.uhca.com/frustrated.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The basic conditions required for this reaction to occur are, that u got to take admission in an inst., like t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he Thapar, do a lot of orkutting and blogging and u got to study the last night, and study as if u’ve never studied before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm…. This was my exam week… Totally Out of control… Theek hai last day hi baith k padhai kit hi as ever lekin iska matlab yeh to nahi k sara paper hi out of syllabus dal do.. Vaise slbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; bhi kise pata tha, paper se pehle jitna pata chal &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;gaya&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, ya jitna kisi dassi ki copy me ( jo Photostat karvai thi ) me likha ho, bass vahi slbs hai… In any case, Exams were a serious HELL. If today someone asks me “Hey where are you from” I’d just say “Sir I just left heaven when I joined Thapar.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Umrao-Bejaan&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anjaan-Pareshaan-Hairaan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chalo exams are over now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But another this awaited me. Umrao Jaan. (named Umrao Yawn by my frnd)… We made plans to watch the second day second show. This time &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Daman&lt;/st1:place&gt; was given a warning, either to come in time and buy the tickets, or I wont be responsible for the results. Parr sardar kithey sudharda hai…. Salla fer late… mainu poore 10 mint uhna di udeek karni pai.. te sardar sahib aye, ticketan farhiyan te fer beh gaye movie vekhan (I hope next time time te aun di khechal kar lenge bhaji). Par yar jo v hai, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Daman&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to bina movie&lt;/span&gt; da &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;swad nahi si auna…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Movie began, the first half an hour was a total comedy. Kya vo log urdu jharh rahe they, aur kya humein samajh a rahi thi, upar se Director ne jo Buddha chuna tha role k liye.. “aalameaza, muktavil ko muktaviz karke mukhteyar me mukhvisat karne k liye mukhvasit kijiye”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;itna ghoor k mat dekho, mujhe bhi nahi samajh aya, but that all we heard in the whole movie. And this simple sentence took approx. 8000 time cycles to complete (courtesy:Microprocessors). I had been checking my watch after every 5-10 mins, waiting for the interval, aur in the end poore paune do ghante bad we woke up from virtual sleep. But had to bear more in the second half too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.indiafm.com/img/feature/06/oct/umrao1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 223px;" src="http://i.indiafm.com/img/feature/06/oct/umrao1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Movie Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poori week to frustrated gai thi, end bhi to frustrated hi hona tha. Yup, the movie was too frustrating. The story line was not that bad, the direction was fine, but it was tooooo slow. Had the pace of the movie been kept a bit fast, it could have been easily completed in half an hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; If you have habit to take the senti stuff seriously, then please carry a handkerchief along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The only thing I liked about the movie was the lyrics, and Ash’s expressions in the dance. But the frequency of songs was too much…. But all in all... Movie was Umrao Bejaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Anti Climax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Actually that’s the after movie climax, but is more interesting than the real movie climax. We had some guys sitting behind us with their special explicit comments on the movie, which kept us awake for 3 long hours. But the climax was something else. A husband and wife came over to them… Aunty angreji me kuh keh rahi thi unhe, something like “what are you doing over here, you people come from educated families, and what a mess have you created over here. If u want to watch a movie, watch it quietly, sut quietly, let others see too or otherwise don’t come” Then I saw Aunty's eyeballs coming as a googly towards me and with the same beautiful english verses. (Maine kuch nahi kia yar.. mujhe kyu keh rahe ho :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uncle had just four words which were repeated over again and again on regular intervals… “Durr Fittey Muh Tuhade”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the guy had 3 words to say to his frnd on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Mobile&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; after Uncle and Aunty left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”Yar Tagore Aayin Zara”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aur &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;uske bad kya hua… I Don’t know… I really Don’t know…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-5276939068862728502?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/5276939068862728502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=5276939068862728502' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/5276939068862728502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/5276939068862728502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2006/11/frustrated-weekly-of-tiet.html' title='The Frustrated Weekly of  T.I.E.T.'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-6095682433371318005</id><published>2006-10-20T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T05:38:21.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don or Omkara!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* I’m not going to divulge any of the movie details in this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The blog title might sound somewhat astounding to some of the readers… Actually I couldn’t find a better title for what am gonna describe in this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we had plans to watch ‘Don’ First day Frist Show… Suneet reached the venue at 8:30 and got his place in the ticket line… te assi usde nikkamme te nithalley yar dost mittar feer late.. Daman sabton late.. humesha di tarah, vi jadon ticketan mil jangiyan tan assi araam nal a javange… (Daman angli var tainu hi line ‘ch lagauna hai).. The line was long… too long… We hardly had any hopes of getting a ticket (coz of less number of seats in Mini Tagore), until there was a bomb blast near the ticket counter… (10 Rs vala Alloo Bomb) Then we saw police arriving in the scene, and all the ‘maara-maari’ at the ticket counter was taken care of… so we finally got the tickets and were well seated in time in the jammed up hall… There was no gal in the hall until this time.. then suddenly, some girls made their way into the hall, bass fer ki si… seetiyan taaliyan te cheekhan… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 278px; height: 426px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://im.rediff.com/movies/2006/apr/24poster1.jpg" border="0" height="462" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The movie started… “seetiyan taaliyan te cheekhan”.. We thought that this 'khapp' would end as the movie moves ahead, but since the movie was a refried samosa version, we had to add spices to it… the 'khapp' increased like an exponential function... every scene, every dialogue was followed by ‘extra innings’ .. Punjabi ishtyle…. (I wish I could write some of the comments here, but that would make the blog somewhat unreadable…. For instance, Roma was given an explicit rhyming name, and every time we saw her.. We heard something from the crowd….the dirty minds would guess it right…) So it was all like, Don being pictured on the big screen, and Omkara being played in the hall…. “seetiyan taaliyan te cheekhan” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Movie Review…&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Movie ekdum raapchik hai…. A must watch.. at least once… the songs are a little ‘ajeeb’ types(at least for me), except the ‘khaiye paan banaras’ , which provokes you to sing along and shake a leg… If you are expecting the same ‘Bachchan’ drama, then you might be served with a surpirze in the second half of the movie (although its based on the same story line with many scenes and dialouges stolen from the original flick, but the twists added are drastic)… The King Khan has done its best…. Bass ikk gall samajh nahi ai.. I heard him say in an interview that he does only what his son could see and admire…. Umm…. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/749/3669/1600/Image%28129%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/749/3669/320/Image%28129%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does his son like his dad to be dancing with Kareena like ...... ??? (an original snap from first show) Amazing stuff this new generation is…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That’s all for now… Happy Watching…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“seetiyan taaliyan te cheekhan”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S. Wish You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a Very Happy Diwali...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-6095682433371318005?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/6095682433371318005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=6095682433371318005' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/6095682433371318005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/6095682433371318005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2006/10/don-or-omkara.html' title='Don or Omkara!!!'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-5963891912635370900</id><published>2006-10-13T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T07:05:33.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pratigya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello friends, a post too soon… I was really provoked by my own self to write about today, about the great time I had being apart of ‘Pratigya’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a preface I’d like to tell you something about Pratigya. Pratigya is something I don’t really know. All I know is that these people went to some school in village and got some cards made from children out there, and the cards are then sold at college. The money hence collected is given to the school for the benefit for the children. Sounds pretty simple, right? I too thought the same… till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning Rajanvir in his own ‘All India 4th prize winner in debate’ style told me that they were going to the place today. I was a bit hesitant to accept his offer of going along with him. But somehow, I was game.&lt;br /&gt;We were to leave at 10:30. Me and Rajan on my bike, bought some samosas(for the children) and he lead me to a really filthy place, and I parked my bike in front of a small un-cemented house, with a buffalo tied in one of the sheds and some children sitting on rags. That’s what Rajan called the ‘School’. I searched for a teacher out there. And my search ended at a lady in around twenties ‘aunty’ with a long stick in hand. In any case we were in. Other pratigya members, who reached before us, were busy pasting a small sheet on the back of  cards. I too got glue and started the work. Some of my friends were really astonished to find me there (As if I was an Alien to the land). Anyways.. I was there doing the work and observing the activities at the same moment. Children were sitting in the open. There was an aged women resting in one of the rooms of house, and another aunty cooking something on stove. The buffalo was attending natures call (shayad thapar ki kudiyan dekh kar use complex a gaya tha.. so tension me thi). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/749/3669/1600/Image(122).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/749/3669/320/Image%28122%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done with the sticking stuff, we moved over to stage two. (The children were given samosas in the meantime). We had to paint a child’s hand. And get its impression on the back of card. Then the children were to write their name on it. I never took paint in my hand. The blogger’s eye was busy in observation.&lt;br /&gt;There were around 25 students of different age groups (below 10). I don’t really know what they were taught. They were all made to sit in discipline by the rule of stick. One by one the paint was applied to each child’s hand. Ek bohat cute sa sardar tha. After the hand impression was taken, he was asked to wash hands. He went to the water bucket for the purpose, and calmly cleaned his hands. But suddenly a gal follows him to the same place and puts her hand in the same bucket. So the scene was like. One bucket, four hands, six eyes. (2 xtra blogger ki jo sabb kuch dekh rahi thi). The four hands suddenly shook the bucket and some bubbles arose outaa the water. Smiles could be seen, enveloping face of the 'tiny birds'. But before I could think of anything else, the stick made them disperse and take their seats. (I wish I could click a snap).&lt;br /&gt;Then was the turn to write their names on the cards. So children were asked to come one by one. We had to confirm from each of them whether he knew how to write his name? Many of them didn’t and the others were first asked to write it first on a piece of paper, and them copy the same to the card. But we had more to do. We had to write the child’s name ourselves on the paper, in language he was comfortable in, and then he would copy the impression, first in rough then in fair on the card. Still, many of them couldn’t copy it right. The hindi ki matras always made a confusion. (Specially in a name kranti, who put a bade ‘e’ as well as chote ‘e’ ki marta on ‘ta’)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/749/3669/1600/Image(118).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/749/3669/320/Image%28118%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The sardar’s name was “Ashish”. A really shy guy. Too much dedicated towards studies. We saw him opening his copy even after the school time was up and the children were asked to pack their bags. A future ‘dassi’ maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/749/3669/1600/Image(120).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/749/3669/320/Image%28120%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The first time I saw him smile was when I took him over my shoulders. Here are some snaps posted of the great personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two more guys. I could guess one of them must be the Class Representative. The way he was instructing each one of them to put an impression, write a name etc. the other seemed to be his personal assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end up the spree, Rajan started distributing some pencils etc. to them. As he was distributing, he asked to say ‘babbu’ zor se to get the goodies (Babbu was the pet name of one of our mates there). So everyone was after him saying ‘uncle babbu’. In the end, a small gal approached him and asked for a pencil. He said that she already had it, so couldn’t get another one. And the clever gal says, ‘BABBU’ and extends her hand again… ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all…. A final ‘bizzzzing’ round with the studs, and we were on our way back to the good old Thapar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-5963891912635370900?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/5963891912635370900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=5963891912635370900' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/5963891912635370900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/5963891912635370900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2006/10/pratigya.html' title='Pratigya'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-7805447659873497028</id><published>2006-10-12T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T10:57:17.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BE se MBA tak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi blog. Might be kinda untimed post, But I had too much of MBA this week…. So presenting before you, after Daman’s ‘D se D tak’ Deepinder’s ‘BE se MBA takk’…. ( I’m sure daman will get copyright for the blog names now ;) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So it all began last Saturday when I was looking forward to the hectic week ahead. Quizzes…. One on Monday, one on Tuesday, and one on Wednesday…. In short one each ‘M se W tak’ ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay how many thaparians believe that weekends are for studying….. (oww… at least I expected a better response) hanji… to Sunday ko padhai kahan se honi thi… vo to hoti hi mid sems se pehle hai… quizzes to ‘mutual understanding’ and ‘co-operation’ se hoti hain.. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On Saturday and Sunday I had another chore to do. That was a survey for the visitors of the ‘Vishal Mega Mart’ (the survey was our project work for MBA).. Kanwar had been a regular ‘taffridar’ of the mart, so knew the time when we’d have some hot crowd at the place. We were in the mart by 7p.m. but whats this? No happening crowd :( I felt like killing that guy who brought me here at this odd time. The survey was hectic. Had some ass kicking experiences. The first of them all. I went to quite a ‘mod’ kinda family. Husband, wife ant their son. I explaind son and uncle for what I was there. Aunty was busy selecting some bags. And suddenly she turns back and says.. “Bhaiya yeh Leather me nahi hai kya”… no more words… I was away…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amit bhaiya k sath bhi kuch aisa hua. He went to an aunty and said ‘Xuse me’.. and the lady says.. ‘ ya. Whats its price?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another guy there approached me for a business deal.. kehne ko jaldi me tha aur survey nahi bhar sakta tha… lekin us sale ne mere 15 mint lagwa diye, explaining me why he was here (he wanted to open an ebony in patiala, so was just there to see and analyse the mart) .. then he started off with explaining me all the theory and working of ‘ebizz’ Perhaps he wanted something from me. He wanted to make me presenter of something I never understood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The day was over with arnd 30 performa’s filled. We were there again on Sunday for the same purpose., but a bit earlier this time… Ahh.. better crowd ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wont talk much about Monday and Tuesday quizzes, they went like any other quiz would. Studying an hour before the quiz but finally what comes into rescue is ‘akkar bakkar’.. and the hardest of the time being when Sir asks you.. ‘Aur quiz kaisa hua..’ and you have no other option than mildly shaking ur head against ur will and saying… ‘theek thak ho gaya sir’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday ki quiz postpone karva li…on the basis that we have our MBA Mid sem on Wednesday… had a hard time getting that done… I was trying to get that done on Monday. Met Sanjay Sharma Sir on Tuesday. That was the first time I came to know that the short guy whom I often thought of as some ME repeater was actually our teacher… uff.. he’s a hard stubborn guy… humein kehta hai… “Proof leker aao k kall tumhara Mid sem test hai… Concerned teacher se document sign karvao…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hum bhi kahan kamm hain… I took an application to our Dean Sir... DOAA sir ne Sanjay Sharma ko fone kharka dia. And the quiz was postponed…(Mittaran da na Chalda). After that I went to meet our respected Sanjay Sharma Sir… as I expected.. khija hua tha… mujhe dekhte hi kehta… “Quiz to postpone karva li… abb kua cheekhne aya hai??” :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, now Wednesday we had our MBA ka Mid Sem Test… bunked all classes that day for the unseen unknown fate ‘ The first ever Mid sem of MBA’ But, things were different.. Just b4 the exam, v 8 people decided to attempt just 50% of the total paper… ;) (I still wonder if all of us did that, results awaited). Ma’am wud have a shock when she see’s the attempt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another day attributed to the MBA kaand was today.. ie. Thursday.. Now guys this is sick…. I was the only student attending the class. All were away for one or the other crap reason. And ma’am was too determined to teach. I don’t really know what she taught. I was just attending a quantized class, ie. Nodding my head, asking some useless questions ( basically meanings of some needless terms) at regular intervals. I was in such a tight situation that I couldn’t even take my mobile out of my pocket and do some messaging as ma’am had her eyes on me all the time. Sleeping in class was just unimaginable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So that was all about the week… Time to sleep now… for I couldn’t sleep in class :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-7805447659873497028?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/7805447659873497028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=7805447659873497028' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/7805447659873497028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/7805447659873497028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2006/10/be-se-mba-tak.html' title='BE se MBA tak'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-2825337488729734284</id><published>2006-10-06T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T09:41:46.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dandiya or Bhangra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is about a dandiya night organized by the TIET students at the Maharani club premises on the 5th of October ’06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days before the date, the event had got the required publicity, more of coz of the couple entry… some common questions in the crowd, “ Are you going for dandiya? “, “ Kiske sath?”….. “Acha uske sath…. Teri vali ka kya hua.. use nahi le ra raha sath me”…&lt;br /&gt;And the replied like…”I don’t know if I’m going”….. “ Vo kisi aur k sath bhag gai…. Vaise bhi I’m good going single (kuch jall raha hai)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, stage was all set for the dandiya night… The event was scheduled to start at 6:30, so I was there at sharp 6:30 (Mr. Punctual after all)…. Kuttey chamak rahe they, tare bhaunk rahe they… deepi aya aur gaadi me baith kar mobile pe sites kholni shuru kar di.. waiting for the partner.. (although I knew that she’ll be coming at arnd 7:30, as she told me… lekin jaldi ane k bad tauntne ka maza hi kuch aur hota hai) So, I was there…. Arnd 7 o’ clock I saw some of my frnds… fir came the main scene… ‘Maal Gaadi’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thapar di kudiyan di pehli bus.. poori bhari hoi…&lt;br /&gt;ikk de upar ik kudi chadhi hoi.…&lt;br /&gt;koi healthy wealthy te koi sehat ton mari hoi…&lt;br /&gt;mundeyan di sangat dooje pase kharhi hoi…&lt;br /&gt;mundeyan ne apni apni selection kari hoi….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;har ikk eddan saji inj hoi jive bhateeje da viah hove…..&lt;br /&gt;ya jive best couple da award uhna vaste hi reserved paya hove…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vo kehte hai na… door se dekha to Aishwarya raii thi….. door se dekha to Aishwarya rai thi…. Paas jakar dekha to padosion ki gaye thi….(Miss Palampur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ashanet.org/chicago/dandiya/images/dandiya_pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="189" alt="" src="http://www.ashanet.org/chicago/dandiya/images/dandiya_pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was still there waiting for my partner…. Time 7:30…. Tick tock tick tock… then came the second maal gadi… same scene.. Same procedure.. Same drama&lt;br /&gt;We were in by 8 pm. Wow… I waited for just one and a half hours.. That’s sensible enough (I waited by choice I think, so no curses to anyone)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought the sticks… (It was too early to know that they’ll be of no use after a couple of minutes)&lt;br /&gt;We (me and my instru frnds) all were looking each other as if a dandiya teacher will emerge outaa some magic dandiya stick and teach us how to play with those drumsticks… But we were on our own... trying hard to play dandiya… but rather just looking for a chance to beat each other (at least I was, but hardly got a chance)… Punjab wich dandiya kadon takk chalna… utton di gane vi uho jehe… readers I request you to please take a break here and give a shot to do dandiya on song. “Dus Bahane” or “BEEDI JALAIKE.. JIGAR SE PIYA…Jigar Ma Badi aag hai… “ (gaana mast tha yar).. soo the sticks were down…and the Dandiya night was converted onto a bhangra night… the sticks were just left to mark the centre of the circle around which we shook our leg.(I was kinda in love with my dandiya sicks... kept them along all the time). We heard an announcement after an hour that there were some snacks being served for us… but when we reached there, all that was left was a ‘tawa’ and tikki par garnishing ka kuch ‘saman’.. Line me laggke pani piya and we were back to the dance floor (the sticks were still with me)… … Danced a lot… with some innovative steps at each round… “Beedi Jalaike” being the best part….... the DJ was good… and there were some idiotic games to mar the fun…(A game which asked the guy to find his gal’s missing sandal outaa a lot of sandals)..&lt;br /&gt;The dance was just like any other dance party in college, the only difference being that we paid for it and the gals specially bought matching bangles, lipsticks blab la for the event…&lt;br /&gt;(Why do I think that the post is getting too long)&lt;br /&gt;Okay making long things short….. The Night was WoW.. (but for the funless games and the xtra spicy dinner with rubber chapaties) I heard that dance floor rocked ( The floor cudnt get the privilage of my foot over it)&lt;br /&gt;In the end I lost one dandiya stick of mine :( .. I kept the other as a momento, rembering the Dandiya Oops Bhangra Night… :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; as Daman says.. ‘yar mazak mazak vich bohat likh ditta’… keep clicking and keep commenting guys... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**I think that the advertisements above and on left are at least worth a try... so please do the honours…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/30057197-2825337488729734284?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/2825337488729734284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=2825337488729734284' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/2825337488729734284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/2825337488729734284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2006/10/dandiya-or-bhangra.html' title='Dandiya or Bhangra'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-5293545138503839173</id><published>2006-09-26T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T07:31:49.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ek Choti Si Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi, many of the readers might be looking forward to find something abt my latest crushes… I’m really sorry, but the story(not a fiction) I’m posting here is much more interesting…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any other love story, this one too has a hero and a heroine, but the twist is that the hero is just around 5 years old and the heroine too is a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;I’m the spectator, who’s sitting in a room where the saga was being played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="270" alt="" src="http://www.babyminestore.com/images/RF248445%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go….&lt;br /&gt;Our hero, a cute lil fair chap, looks quietly at our heroine. The gal is no less than aishwarya rai. Big, deep brown eyes to attract you at very first sight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No doubt, our hero was attracted too, he comes in, looks and thinks something. He takes a deep breath and moves ahead. Dont know what he says to her. It was some silent eye language. She silently shakes her head. I thought the story was over. Ahan! but we had something else to come here. She looks sweetly at her parents, as if her eyes were demanding some favor from them. Parents say yes and she signals our hero to come to her. Wow, lucky guy, but he had his own plans, for now it was his turn to say no. He moves out of the room. The girl was desperate to say her heart. And the guy was moving here and there consoling himself as if saying, “Hey dude whatever you've done is right.” Was it? nea... What could he do? I saw him moving in and out. He took few steps towards the gal. Was thinking something, the guy and the gal took turns to stare at me as if I was someone too unwanted over there at the moment. . I knew I was, but how could I miss the panorama? With the stares being ineffective, our hero takes a step forward… she is shy. He looks at me. Takes an about turn and moves out of the room. The gal sensed something had gone wrong. The guy now half closes the door, and tries to take an eclipsed view of his ‘chand’ through the half open door. She's doing the same from her end. I sensed something was better. He moves in again. The gal takes the lead too. But a twist…… guy's mother calls him now.. ‘A jao beta time 4 dinner!’ Taking a decision against his will, our mama's boy stepped back. The papa's gal is now restless. Is moving to and forth. Right and left. Hmmm.... That was a nature's call... Her mom takes her to the washroom. Hey! Whats that, our hero is back into the room. Looking for someone who had left.. But he has no idea of where she is.. He goes out, is given some food by his mom. But I think he is in no mood to eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that love stories had a happy ending. But here it was different; it was time for the girl to leave for home. Our hero was nowhere in the frame. The girl's eyes search for someone, to find noone. And just the memories are left behind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time i saw our hero was 10 mins after she left. He came into the room searching for someone.. He found, just those memories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-5293545138503839173?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/5293545138503839173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=5293545138503839173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/5293545138503839173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/5293545138503839173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2006/09/ek-choti-si-love-story.html' title='Ek Choti Si Love Story'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-4564829227070084815</id><published>2006-09-16T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T04:34:40.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Fact.... We are The One Who CLICK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey people... exams over... no 'exam katha' to be posted.. just some pics of my friends of CT3 group..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MEN IN BLACK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/749/3669/1600/grpj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 406px; height: 238px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/749/3669/320/grpj.jpg" border="0" height="278" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/749/3669/1600/Image%28076%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/749/3669/320/Image%28076%29.0.jpg" border="0" height="215" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thats no Shaktiman... 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Rajput&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/749/3669/1600/Image%28080%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 284px; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/749/3669/320/Image%28080%29.jpg" border="0" height="212" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Logical Boxer... 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And Thats.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/749/3669/320/sleepj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your Very own Bloggger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S. I regret the loss of mundi of some of my frnds in the group pic.I didn't have individual pics of other friends, so posted just the ones I had...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-4564829227070084815?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/4564829227070084815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=4564829227070084815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/4564829227070084815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/4564829227070084815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-fact-we-are-one-who-click.html' title='In Fact.... We are The One Who CLICK!!!'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-8017404432808980898</id><published>2006-09-09T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T03:32:01.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be a 'Dassi'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exams starting from Monday… It might be surprising for many as to how could I get time to write a post. Ummm… I had to, just for a social cause, to help those ‘veer jawan’ who are fighting to earn a 10 CGPA. Just some laws and theories that could change your status from a seven point someone to a ‘dassi’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ten Simple laws, enlisted in increasing order of their importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Study in an optimized manner&lt;/strong&gt;… That’s what you already do, the difference lies in what you study. Study only what the teacher speaks in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Pretend that you are intelligent&lt;/strong&gt;. Theres are two ways to do it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) Be the most “beeba bacha” in the class….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) Sit with an intelligent lad. Be the most mischievous guy in the class. The teacher is sure to ask you the question. Before that sms your friend sitting in other corner to create chaos when the question is asked. You have the time to consult for the answer when the teacher’s attention is towards the chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. “&lt;strong&gt;The Law of Orkutting&lt;/strong&gt;”. If u have a free internet connection or a broadband, keep yourself logged in 24*7. Keep some depressing orkut name added on with a depressing pic. This provides two benefits, one that , it makes people feel that you are not studying. Second, you are sure to get many best wishes for the exams. YOU NEED THEM BADLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Every senior is your helper&lt;/strong&gt;. Keep a separate telephone directory for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "&lt;strong&gt;The BEE Theory&lt;/strong&gt;”.. just like an irritating bee, keep wandering in and out of teachers’ room. He might divulge an important question, and also give some Photostat notes with important lines marked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Target the Library Staff&lt;/strong&gt;… It is a known fact that the books generally aren’t reissued. Believe me they are. Just find an uncle/aunty in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The &lt;strong&gt;“Law of Chamchagiri”…&lt;/strong&gt; It’s one of the most important laws.. remember. The teacher is your ‘ann-data’, the one to give you marks. She/He is the sexiest creature on earth and is equipped with Newton’s Brain. Let the teacher know that. (Please don’t make it a habit, or u might start believing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;“The Rishtedar Theory”.&lt;/strong&gt; Make a list of All the teachers, and try to find out where can you find a rishtedari with them. Uncle, Aunty, Chacha, Chachi, Didi, Bhanji, Saas, Sasur, Dada Dadi. Kuch bhi chalega… bass get them to know that you are their ‘rishtedaar’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;“The Half Mark Theory”..&lt;/strong&gt; This comes into effect when you get the checked answer sheets. When you’ve written something but you know that your answer is wrong. Teacher ko Choorhna nahi… pakde rakhna… roona peetna….. end me khushi hi milegi…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. THE MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL…. Its coined by my friend Suneet. “&lt;strong&gt;The Vomit Theory”&lt;/strong&gt; For every question, just vomit out what ever you’ve swallowed in its context, may it be relevant or irrelevant. Remember that those examination hours are the ones when you get a ‘golden’ chance to make theories. In short, teachers nu fuddu banaun da uhi mauka hunda hai…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATUTORY WARNING: TESTED AN PROVED UNDER STANDARD CONDITIONS. THE RESULTS MAY VARY. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*THE WRITER IS AN ASPIRING DASSI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-8017404432808980898?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/8017404432808980898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=8017404432808980898' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/8017404432808980898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/8017404432808980898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-to-be-dassi.html' title='How to be a &apos;Dassi&apos;'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-4220891343261874266</id><published>2006-08-28T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T10:33:29.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birth Of ' Vanjara '</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello friends, I think this post should’ve been the first one to be posted….&lt;br /&gt;Ie. The Birth of VANJARA…. How the word Vanjara actually came in to the life of this blogger and how was he influenced by it…. Wont write much of theory, just take u straight to a practical approach…. Here You Go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vanjara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duniya di bheed vich &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;labheya mainu ik guwacha,&lt;br /&gt;bedol badan, haddiya da dhancha,&lt;br /&gt;ik takk si vekh reha uh val mere,&lt;br /&gt;akhan vich usdi lukke san ghup hanare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aakhda mainu, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;le chal mainu mere des,&lt;br /&gt;mai nai rehna ethey,&lt;br /&gt;jithey vikde ne bhes.&lt;br /&gt;Jithey imana da mul nai,&lt;br /&gt;hanjuan da tull nai.&lt;br /&gt;Vandiya gaiya ne ruhan jaat paat de na te,&lt;br /&gt;rab vi rul gaya japda jis tha te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koi nai ajeha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jisnu jeyunda mai aakhda,&lt;br /&gt;mar rahiya ne jindan,&lt;br /&gt;le le maut da aasra.&lt;br /&gt;Eh vekhde ne sab kuch, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;par band ne akhan,&lt;br /&gt;singurdiyan na ruhan, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jad chekhde ne lakhan,&lt;br /&gt;dhup cha sab sehende ne,&lt;br /&gt;par jaban ton si na kehende ne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyu chup ho jad koi tuhadi ijjat hai lutda,&lt;br /&gt;inha jinda nu mai eh var var han puchda,&lt;br /&gt;kyu banne ne hath gulami de furman nal,&lt;br /&gt;kis band kite ne muh kuj paseyan de guman nal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aakhir kad tak is bheed vich &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;firda ravanga mai maara maara,&lt;br /&gt;mai kudrat de sach da ik vanjara ,&lt;br /&gt;mai kudrat de sach da ik vanjara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Deepinder Singh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-4220891343261874266?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/4220891343261874266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=4220891343261874266' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/4220891343261874266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/4220891343261874266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2006/08/origin-of-vanjara.html' title='The Birth Of &apos; Vanjara &apos;'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-115539849136931463</id><published>2006-08-12T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T11:33:28.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BE-MBA@TIET – A Self Orientation….</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yea.. FINALLY!!! &lt;strong&gt;The BE-MBA starts at the TIET&lt;/strong&gt; on the &lt;strong&gt;10th of August 2006&lt;/strong&gt; with a shagun &lt;strong&gt;11 students&lt;/strong&gt;…A historical date… The project underwent a saga of events, no less than any K-Soap dramas….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Won’t tell the events though coz that’d take one full blogspace…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Starting with my first class of the MBA.. it was an interesting experience.. Although, just any introductory class of a new semester in a new college… Remember that question of Munna bhai-MBBS “ Tum doc kyun bann na chahate ho” yee.. We were asked the same like Deepinder Bhai-MBA “Tum BE-MBA kyun karna chahate ho”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then it was followed by introduction of the new staff members… ek se badkar ek item…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The first one was Mr.Apurva Bhakshi.. He started off.. “ Okay.. first of all let me congratulate u all ‘guys’ for making an intelligent decision…. “ I really felt like kicking his ass for using that word ‘guy’.. I wanted to ask him,” Sir what does guy mean??? Have u seen the meaning of the word guy in dictionary??”… BUT I WAS HELPLESS!!! Just solaced myself with a cunning smile on my face and a signal to kanwarjot.. par vo bhi dekh lia usne… “yes Sardarji.. any problem??? Aap kuch kehna chahate ho???” … kya kehta bechara sardar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another item was a lady (don’t remember the name).. her speaking accent as that like paramjeet kaur from bathinda… “Ai Cangratulaate you aaal foar tha aaadmission too thias couarse”… in the end meri halat yeh thi k ek shabad bhi aur bolti to ‘Ai woauld haave barst oat wath an uncontrolaed laughtaer….’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways… the intro of rest was over… and Ravi Kiran Ma’am took a 15 mins lecture…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The worst part was that the class was held in a fan-equipped F-104, rather than the otherwise promised Air Conditioned R&amp;amp;D :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, the second part of my blog is a&lt;strong&gt; self orientation for myself….&lt;/strong&gt; This is the &lt;strong&gt;extract of speech&lt;/strong&gt; that I delivered in the 1st yr. orientation prog. (Refer:-‘Five Minutes of Fame’)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I feel that the most important step in any major accomplishment is setting a specific goal. This enables to keep your mind focused on your goal and off many obstacles that will arrive when you are striving to do your best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You don’t need to be a ‘Krish’ or a ‘Superman’ to do certain things. You can just be an ordinary chap, sufficiently motivated to reach challenging goals. And the foundation of the endeavor lies in realizing your basic ambition, because these are the years that have enough potential to make or break a life and that would differentiate you from any other person walking on the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here I’d like to tell u about a great warrior, a long while ago, who faced a situation, which made it necessary for him to make a decision which insured his success on the battlefield. He was about to send his army against a powerful foe whose men outnumbered his own. He loaded his soldiers into boats, sailed it to enemy’s country, unloaded soldiers and equipment, and gave order to burn the ships that had carried them. Addressing his men before the battle he said “ You see the ships going up in smoke… this means that we cannot leave these shores unless we win. W have no other option. We Win or We Perish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They Won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’d like to end this with a few lines as said by Mark twain…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;‘Twenty Years from now, you’ll be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbour, catch the trade winds in your sails, Explore, Dream, Discover.’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-115539849136931463?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/115539849136931463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=115539849136931463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/115539849136931463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/115539849136931463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2006/08/be-mbatiet-self-orientation.html' title='BE-MBA@TIET – A Self Orientation….'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-115471096758502724</id><published>2006-08-04T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T14:18:03.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ik Naam Tera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well this post is something out of the blue… I jumped over to writing this post coz of an incident written in Hardeep’s blog… when Mrs. Ravana(as named by Mr. Hardeep) was teaching us in 3rd semester and I was sitting on the last bench for a change…&lt;br /&gt;The scene has already been well explained by hardeep, but I think I’ll violate the copyright and present it again…&lt;br /&gt;It was the day when this lady wore a sarree… I’m sure she must have got a compliment from Mr.Duryodhana ki, “darling aj badi sexy lagg rahi hoo”… Well that sexy lady… I mean sanki lady entered our class and this was the scene…&lt;br /&gt;Class: whistles…. Woooooooo….. pheeiiiiiii…. Ayyeee.e..e.e..e..&lt;br /&gt;Ma’am with a deadly smile on the face and an errie silence as that of a grave yard stepped on the stage and without much of a reaction started teaching…. But nea.. WE ARE THE STUDENTS OD CSED AND ELECTRICAL…. The hooting continued… then ahhh…. Ma’am k dialogues…”Main kahan kahan rehkar ai hu.. I have taught in IIT.. (bla bla)…… lekin tum jaise bache mujhe pehli bar dikhe hai…” followed the lil bit of chit chat and hooting at the last benches…. Ma’am turns to board and suddenly turns back and delivers a dialogue…. “Tumhe dekh kar mujhe pata hia kiski yad ati hai????”..................????........................ “Kutte ki poocnch hoti hai na..….”&lt;br /&gt;Fer ki si.. mittran ne shuru karr ditta MEAW MEAW… BOW BOW……&lt;br /&gt;That was it… we weren’t in the class the next minute…&lt;br /&gt;Well under all these state of affairs, I was penning down my first Punjabi poem…. Many of you might have read it already, still posting it again coz there are many said and unsaid memories related to it…. From the core of my heart (a hindi translation of the same follows for all those who have a hard time with punjabi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“IK NAAM ‘TERA’”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ik Chann Si main mangeya tera naa laike,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ik supna si main buneya tera naa laike,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ik naa tera hi mai is jind vich vasaeya si,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enha badlan de vich ik hanju main lukaiya si...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kithey firolan main ajj enha dil diyan baatan nu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunehere us kall de vichere hoye jazbatan nu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jind Vinn ke meri jo bahaar le gaye,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is laash utte charhe hoye jo har le gaye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiikhdi is laash vall main murh murh vekhda haan,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ajj dil de jazbatan nu akhran vich main vechda haan,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Koi sunn le meri eh fariyaad sajna,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ajj chadd challe assi eh jahaan sajna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kade enha ambran vichon ik awaaz jadd aayegi,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sisakde dil di roun dilan de paar jad jayegi,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Koi karda e yaad mainu, mai jaan javanga,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Us din murh main tera naam lavanga,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Us din murh Main tera naam lavanga...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ek Naam Tera(hindi)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ek chaand tha maine manga tera naam leekar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ek supna tha maina banaya tera naam lekar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ek naam tera hi maine is zindagi me basaya tha,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;en baadlon ke beech me ek aansu maine chupaya tha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahan dhundu main aaj dil ki baaton ko,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunehere us kall ke bichere hue jazbaton ko,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zindagi Cheer ke meri jo bahaar le gaye,(vinn actually means to pierce)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is laash k upar chare hue jo haar le gaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chikhti hui is laash ki taraf main baar-baar deekhta hu, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aaj dil ke jazbaton ko akhron se main beechta hu,(akhar =alphabets) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Koi sunn le meri ye fariyaad sajna, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aaj chorh chale hum ye jahaan sajna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi in ambron me se ek awaaz jabb ayegi, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sisakte dil ki roun dilo ke paar jabb jayegi,(sisak=to sob, roun= weep) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Koi karta hai yaad mujhe, main ye aan jaunga, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Us dinn dobara main tera naam lunga, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;us dinn dobara main tera naam lunga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. Please take some time to leave your valuable comments...&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/30057197-115471096758502724?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/115471096758502724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=115471096758502724' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/115471096758502724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/115471096758502724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2006/08/ik-naam-tera.html' title='Ik Naam Tera'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-115409199419234595</id><published>2006-07-28T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T22:08:46.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The FIFTH semester at TIET!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another semester another set of new subjects and with that another set of resolutions of 5,6,7,8,9,10 pointers…. And a fate that everyone knows…&lt;br /&gt;Well this section of my blog is &lt;strong&gt;dedicated to all those souls of the TIET&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;who have taken up the tough task to teach us&lt;/strong&gt;, The Comp Sc. branch, in the 5th semester…. And with due respect and regards I’ll try to “give a brief account” of every ‘only one of its kind’ creature. Okay six subjects… I’ll take one by one…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Object Oriented Programming of 4.0 credits&lt;/strong&gt;…. (I mention the full name and the credits so that I might not forget them in the next interview ;) ) … The teacher &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Bhalla or the ‘laash’&lt;/strong&gt; as we call him. Well, this lad is always punctual in the class, provided he comes. From the time he enters the class till he takes a leave , you are living in a senseless world, where you are free to do anything, ranging from polishing your writing and sketching skills, till trying hard to hear what he says….. The best thing about him is that his lecture duration is generally what the students always want…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theory of Computation of 3.5 credits&lt;/strong&gt;…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Ajay Kumar The lecturer at TIET&lt;/strong&gt;. He has been taught us in the training also, and from the that time onwards I has known that he is a good and a hard-work teaches, keep aparts the ‘bihari’ accents… All in the alls an intelligents teacher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Computer Networks of 3.5 credits&lt;/strong&gt;… Aww… remember the mangalsutra ma’am of my first post??? &lt;strong&gt;Miss Ass hima&lt;/strong&gt;??? How I love to sleep in her class, and how I hate the smile she gives me when she finds me playing ‘hide and seek’ in dream world of my own and turns me out of the class without any credits for the 30 mins i’ve spent in the class. Iss Subject me kunda pakka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Database Management Systems of 4.0 credits… Mr.Prateek Bhatia&lt;/strong&gt;... the man of dynamism… you can see the sweat dripping down his face when he ends the lecture… The only lecture that I attend with whole hearted enthusiasm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Software Engineering of 4.5 credits… Ms Inderveer Channa.&lt;/strong&gt;. Nothing official about her, just any ordinary teacher. Comes in, takes attendance, teaches, gives recurrsive ‘dhamki’ about the difficulty in the subject and goes out ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Microprocessors of 4.5 credits???&lt;/strong&gt;… Subject me kya hai ye abhi takk nahi pata chala… &lt;strong&gt;Teacher kaun hai???&lt;/strong&gt;… ye bhi nahi pata chala… As written in time-table, it had to be Yugnanda “ma’am”.. but at the moment some young gal is taking our………………….. yea.. she’s taking our ______ kya vo padhati hai, kya hum padhte hai.. aur kya bheje me jata hai… ITS ALL A “?”.. and the biggest problem is that she’s not even worth looking at for a whole one hour….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, that was all about it… this was more of a formal post, just to keep memories updated. The extract of the speech, the one I mentioned in my last to last post would be coming up when I start my MBA classes next week….. Till then…. Keep clicking guys….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-115409199419234595?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/115409199419234595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=115409199419234595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/115409199419234595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/115409199419234595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2006/07/fifth-semester-at-tiet.html' title='The FIFTH semester at TIET!!!'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-115331823352648908</id><published>2006-07-19T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T06:48:44.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Interview... Screwed it all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi Blog… must not be expecting me sooo soon… hmm had to be here.. Well I’m not gonna write what I spoke in my speech… but rather I’ll tell u how the interviewers screwed me…. Vaise interviews are all about screwing up the innocent chaps.. Sorry.. Innocent people… (No slang to be used now... The reason u’ll get to know soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this was &lt;strong&gt;an interview for the admission to the BE-MBA course of the TIET&lt;/strong&gt;… Though we are all selected because the seats are 80 and the students who applied just 20.. Still it’d a matter of shame if I’d be ranked 20 :( (Fingers crossed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was an &lt;strong&gt;aptitude test…&lt;/strong&gt; Mittran nu shaunk tukke maaran da.. &lt;strong&gt;100% attempt :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The day today started with a &lt;strong&gt;GD on “Can business and ethics go together?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Here was my first interaction with the interviewers... when one of them asked, “Is the topic okay or does it need to be changed” very confidently I admitted “Sir, if others agree, it can be changed.”&lt;br /&gt;Won’t say anything else about the&lt;strong&gt; GD, for it went just average&lt;/strong&gt;… and Miss Waraich being the shining star…&lt;br /&gt;Then came the &lt;strong&gt;hour of ordeal&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;There was a &lt;strong&gt;panel of four people&lt;/strong&gt; (two professors of the Thapar, &lt;strong&gt;Deputy Director of iit delhi,&lt;/strong&gt; and fourth one I don’t know who) to take the hell outaa me, Oops, its out of me….&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try to draw the exact picture, portraying the exact sequence of events and the exact words used... As far as I can… here you go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Interview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: May I come in sir… (Not heard)…. Sir may I come in?????&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer (In): just a moment… yes come in…&lt;br /&gt;Me: (after giving sort nod, as if wishing them… hello)&lt;br /&gt;In: So Deepinder…. Deepinder Singh….. Tell me something about yourself...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, Sir I’m simple guy……&lt;br /&gt;In: (looking straight into me) guy??? What does guy mean???&lt;br /&gt;Me: sorry sir, it’s a slang word, ought not be used over here, but since I used it I’m sorry for that…&lt;br /&gt;In: Have u ever seen the meaning of the word guy in the English dictionary??&lt;br /&gt;Me: I’m sorry sir, I haven’t... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In: (talking among themselves) Actually he uses the word 'guy' because George Bush uses it.. (and they shared a laugh over my sweating face)&lt;br /&gt;I suggest you for the future not to use these words in such formal places… and btw, what’s the opposite of guy.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (amusingly) Sir it’s a gal….&lt;br /&gt;In: Hmm… So what else..&lt;br /&gt;Me: I’m a simple g…….&lt;br /&gt;In: But you don’t look to be simple….&lt;br /&gt;Me: (amazed, astonished, threatened….) Sir I just try to make myself presentable enough…&lt;br /&gt;In: okay… tell something else..&lt;br /&gt;Me: I come from a medical background, My Mom, dad and sister..&lt;br /&gt;In: So how did u opt for engg.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sir, I had no interest in bio, and I and my mother always wanted me to be engineer.&lt;br /&gt;In: these days there is more use of Mom and dad and so on... why???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: Sir, we are living in an internet world, and ppl are into these chatting and stuffs.. Where the use of shorthand is too much...&lt;br /&gt;In: okay why do u think that you are doing MBA…&lt;br /&gt;Me: (I thought that I had my chance) Sir, its not mandatory for an engineer to do MBA, but still it important because adds to you managerial skills, for example, you make a mobile, and engg. Would have only the technical knowledge, on the other hand a business manager would have only the knowledge of how to market the product, but if u are a techno manager, then u are in a situation to increase the marketing but having the know-how of the product as you sell them…&lt;br /&gt;In: what all subjects did you study in your last semester and what all credits…&lt;br /&gt;Me: umm.. umm.. umm… Operating Systems 4.5 credits, Numerical Analysis and design 4.5 credits, material Science and engg. 4.5 credits… System management (??) 3.5 credits… umm…Environmental Studies 3 credits…. Sir I’ve named 6 (please count again guys) and yes Computer Design 3.5 credits….&lt;br /&gt;In: there is no subject like Comp Design.. its comp Architecture… :&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh yes sir, sorry..&lt;br /&gt;In: This shows ur seriousness abt ur studies…&lt;br /&gt;Me: (blank)&lt;br /&gt;In: These days you see the companies advertising too much, do you think that its good for them??&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, the advertisement is very imp, for a company as it lets the people know abt the new products in the market..&lt;br /&gt;In: But is too much required??&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well too much of it I guess doesn’t has any harm, but it neither helps them.. Still advertisement is required… (At this moment I was thinking abt adsense adds on my blog )&lt;br /&gt;In: What do u say abt the advertisements eg. For a bike, wont u look for the features rather than just blindly seeing the add...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (I ‘thought’ again that I had my chance again) actually it’s all a matter of the image one haves in mind about a product. For example, let on one hand MS Dhoni endorse the bike, and on other hand Shah Rukh does it, now the image of shah rukh is larger than Dhoni (Sorry cudnt think of anybody else) for a person… take another example... The &lt;em&gt;navratan teil&lt;/em&gt;, earlier it was endorsed by Govinda with a smaller image, now amitabh does it.. With the change in the person. The image of the product has become larger in your minds, so this provokes a person to try the product…&lt;br /&gt;In: Do u think that the companies are imposing the products on the consumers..&lt;br /&gt;Me: No ma’am these days consumer is the king…. A company produces what the consumer wants..&lt;br /&gt;In: (I think I said sumthing abt sales and marketing before, I don’t remember) Whats the difference b/w sales and marketing..&lt;br /&gt;Me: umm… umm…. Sir Sales is.. umm…&lt;br /&gt;In: Do u know or are u just trying to make out...&lt;br /&gt;Me: sir just trying to make out..&lt;br /&gt;In: whats ur CGPA??&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sir, 7.99&lt;br /&gt;In: What’s GDP.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sir Gross……… umm..&lt;br /&gt;In: What’s the GDP of India..??&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sir don’t know…&lt;br /&gt;In: You don’t know what’s GDP??&lt;br /&gt;Me: I’m sorry Sir…I have not much of knowledge I this field…&lt;br /&gt;In: Okay… You can go..&lt;br /&gt;Me: (confused) Sir May I leave???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And as they say…. Rest is history…….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-115331823352648908?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/115331823352648908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=115331823352648908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/115331823352648908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/115331823352648908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2006/07/interview-screwed-it-all.html' title='The Interview... Screwed it all...'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-115314916089302809</id><published>2006-07-17T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T04:33:54.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Minutes of 'Fame'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm. The training finally ended on Saturday, but with a sad note… A saga of events... had to part with the new frnds, ek ladki jo pasand ai thi vo bina bat kiye ja rahi thi and my rival won again, project dekh k ma’am said that she expected something better from us… Whatever, that’s life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the day today&lt;/strong&gt;… the registration day… :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;I’m not happy coz I was officially being promoted to a new semester. The reason is something else… I’ll start off with the yesterday… ie. The Sunday 16th July.&lt;br /&gt;As said by the Dean Acads, &lt;strong&gt;I had to deliver a speech at the orientation program&lt;/strong&gt; for the first year on 17th, the Monday.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;I always “longed” to get a chance to take part in debates in the school times&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at around 12 p.m.(Sunday) in the afternoon and made out plans like I’ll be completing the draft of the speech by 6 p.m. then wud start with its cramming up and so on… hmm.. the speech was made till 6pm.. but jab tak Orkut zindabad.. aage k sare plans choupat.. I was orkutting till 8.. Still I think I had enugh time… so I started.. I think I welcomed the students(the first line of speech) around 15-20 times in this undertaking… and raat 1 baje tak I was “unable” to speak out the whole of speech without looking into the paper…&lt;strong&gt; Literally speaking… meri “fatti hui thi”!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part was that I didn’t know at what time was the program where I had to face the mob.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today I reached college at 8, and I came to know that the program was at 11.&lt;br /&gt;To shorten the blog, I’ll directly take a leap into the auditorium…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My First Fear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The students were accompanied by their parents and the near and dear ones.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Second fear&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;I was made to sit on the stage with Mrs. Shanatakumari on my right and Mrs. Alpana Aggarwal on my left.&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Greatest Fear… FATTI PADI THI!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the mic heard the voices of The Dean Acads, Dean Student Affairs, S.Das (the most interesting speaker, the head of the “phyotech department” hu told us “phot is phyotech”) and some more.. and finally to Mrs Seema bawa.. &lt;strong&gt;Then to DEEPINDER SINGH KALRA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Stepped forward…&lt;em&gt; tick tock tick tock… dhak dhak dhak dhak&lt;/em&gt;… dayen deekha.. bayen deekha… koi dekhne layak ladki nahi dikhi.. fir &lt;strong&gt;bass meri mundi upar neeche left right..&lt;/strong&gt; looking into nothing but darkness, &lt;strong&gt;I just vomited all I had to speak&lt;/strong&gt; completing the five minutes speech in three minutes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best part… there was no 'biz biz' for a change as I spoke… ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I came back and sat down… looking towards the audience for a reaction.. I could see none, except for the applause that still echoes in my ears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(I wondered if those were hallucinations)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The orientation ended…&lt;br /&gt;The moment of my life… &lt;strong&gt;Dean Sir approaches me and says thank u&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;well done&lt;/strong&gt;.. I asked ‘Sir theek than na??’ &lt;strong&gt;sir says… “arey bohat badiya tha”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay hunn tak mittar famous ho chukka si…&lt;br /&gt;As I moved out of the audi, I could see some eyes falling on me (or maybe I felt that), whatever I just rushed out.. Then, some more appreciation… some parents approached me, introduced themselves and their wards to me, and asked some questions abt the college and studies… Arey ek to bohat hi mast tha… Father pooch rahe they ki kya ise abhi PC leker dena chahiye… I said yes. Harshit said maybe.. And the son was reacting like. “Papa te aavein hi kahi jande ne, hor te chahida nahi ki PC, I’m a big man now” ( that’s what his actions said)&lt;br /&gt;And the most precious one.. “&lt;em&gt;Beeta have u been taking part in debates and everything before???”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I could…. I wish I would…..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S. taking into consideration the length of the blog, I’d post some extract of the speech in my next blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-115314916089302809?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/115314916089302809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=115314916089302809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/115314916089302809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/115314916089302809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2006/07/five-minutes-of-fame.html' title='Five Minutes of &apos;Fame&apos;'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-115252183822729870</id><published>2006-07-10T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T08:03:06.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OPERATION ORKUT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;ORKUT BANNED AT THAPAR!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT CAN BE MORE DEPRESSING AND SUCKING THAN THE NEWS THAT THE ORKUT HAS BEEN ADDED TO THE BANNED LIST OF SITES BY THE THAPAR AUTORITIES....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4767/3216/320/banned.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE FOLLOWING IS THE MESSAGE DISPLAYED WHEN U OPEN ORKUT.com...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"This is a message from the IT Department. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The web site you are trying to access: http://www.orkut.com/is listed as a site within the category 'Banned'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Current Internet Access Configuration does not allow you to visit sites within this category at this time "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE WORST PART OF THE OPERATION IS THAT THE SITE IS OPEN FOR TEACHERS TO ACCESS FROM THEIR LOGINS, ie. IT's RESTRICTED ONLY FOR THE STUDENTS OF B.E. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TO ADD TO THE WOES, THE TEACHERS ARE SEEN ORKUTTING AROUND IN THE LABS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOW KEEP SCRAPPING GUYS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-115252183822729870?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/115252183822729870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=115252183822729870' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/115252183822729870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/115252183822729870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2006/07/operation-orkut.html' title='OPERATION ORKUT!!!'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-115220839746093692</id><published>2006-07-06T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T10:43:23.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats new at TIET!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi Guys…. Anybody waiting for me??? No :( okay no problems, I had to be here.. After all mere blog ka sawal hai yarrr…&lt;br /&gt;Wel this section of my &lt;strong&gt;blog is for the &lt;em&gt;Thaparians&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who are away from their college and are very curious to know about what’s happening at The Thapar Institute of Engg. And Technology…&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was being overloaded over with questions from my friends, who are away to their homelands..&lt;br /&gt;Every time the same Question.. “ &lt;em&gt;Aur suna college me naya kya hai ???&lt;/em&gt;”Soo here I am with all the ‘&lt;strong&gt;naya&lt;/strong&gt;’ &lt;strong&gt;in the college&lt;/strong&gt; that I could get an eye on… might miss somethings. Sorry for those…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First and the foremost… &lt;strong&gt;The new Director of the TIET.&lt;/strong&gt;. Dr. Sxy Saxena, has taken a leave from the instt. and a young lad(??) in his forties, &lt;strong&gt;Dr.Abhijeet Mujherjee&lt;/strong&gt; has taken over his responsibilities.. Dr. Mukherjee was previously a Professor IIT Mumbai ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A long cherished derire seems to be fulfilled when Thaparians are looking at some kinda &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shoping Complex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the grounds besides the Polytechnic.. Abhi tak koi dukanein khuli to nahi, but lets look forward to the best (I hope ki koi xtra classes na laga dein un shops me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Might sound a bit strange, but another construction.. &lt;strong&gt;the partitioning of the BIG ONES OF THE F-Block…&lt;/strong&gt; yup.. the rooms F-108 and F-101 are being split into a baap and a bacha combi..(maa kaun ye abhi pata nahi) The baap is being developed into a step type format(as of the digital classrooms) and the bacha, as said by the working bhaiyas, is being done into a computer lab kinda thing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now something for the day scholars… &lt;strong&gt;the expansion of the Scooter Stand…&lt;/strong&gt;. Finally we hope less of chaos at the otherwise “nonu sa” scooter stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you make an entry during the night hours in the college, you might have a gala welcome as there are some&lt;strong&gt; stylish street lights being installed&lt;/strong&gt; all the way from the main gate till the campus…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And yea... I missed out one of the most important things… The&lt;strong&gt; Toilets of the C- Blocks are being renovated&lt;/strong&gt; to as of the B-Block… ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the computer Science Studs... Four new Staff members… So I’ll just wish you a Good Luck… Let their teaching be a surprise for u… :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Arrey yar ek baat to bhool hi gaya... the gals would be very happy to know ki unke favorite &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"BHIM BHAIYA" is Back &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;at the famous &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bhim ki Hatti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ummm.. I think that’s all for now… so see u guys at the &lt;strong&gt;registration ceremony on 17th&lt;/strong&gt;, which acc. To the Dean Acads has been made simple this time..&lt;br /&gt;And for those going in for &lt;strong&gt;BE-MBA… the test is on 18th at 5 pm &amp;amp; GD on 19th after 2 pm. &lt;/strong&gt;The MBA classes will start a week later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ciao...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-115220839746093692?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/115220839746093692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=115220839746093692' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/115220839746093692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/115220839746093692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2006/07/whats-new-at-tiet.html' title='Whats new at TIET!!!'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-115175929532059553</id><published>2006-07-01T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T03:47:16.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mai Mr.Fatima Banna Chahata Hu!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4767/3216/1600/7e64.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4767/3216/320/7e64.0.jpg" width="335" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well Well Well... Hi again... :) Am back guys... but sorry &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no philosophical stuff this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... This time the blog is gonna be, what I call a selfish stuff... ahh not that selfish, just I wanted to pen down some of my old memories... the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;memories of my school days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;So, this was the last day of my school, &lt;strong&gt;Our Lady of Fatima,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my Farewell Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... As the trend goes, the guys had to wear suits and the gals sarees.. Talking abt the guys, we were all the more excited to see our classmate grls in sarrees, who at didn't even know how to handle their dupatta... About me, the suit was well decided after a lot of confusions, and I was ready. As the law of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deepinder's punctuality goes, I was the first of my batch-mates to reach there. Wearing a Dark Blue Suit with Maroon tie and Maroon Turban, on My Cream Bajaj Chetak&lt;/em&gt;, 1984 model.&lt;/strong&gt; After an hour or so, when all were there, the proceedings started. Ahh.. the start u all know... Lighting the lamps(bechara lamp pata nahi kitni bar jaga aur bujha hoga) and then pledge by the house captains. And our Hon'ble Head Boy and Head Gal. Then the fuction started... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first round was the modeling round&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. kya kuch socha tha maine.. ki ladke ladki ka pair banayenge, I'd be paired with ..........(?????) and hum log masti se modeling karenge... but the things were totally different.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A group of 20 guys and 20 gals were asked to stand in two lines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(one for each), perpendicular to each other.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as if for a march past...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then then each line asked to move alternatively on a ghatiya sa music...and the judges were made to sit right in front of the grls' march( u can guess why) chalo chal liye.... &lt;strong&gt;The next round was that of Dance&lt;/strong&gt; and question round(formality sake) There were some interesting games, nice skits and some usual westran dances and bla bla dances b/w the rounds...and as usual, the dramatics ruled till the end..&lt;br /&gt;Okay now comes the&lt;strong&gt; punch of the endeavour&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; My dance round&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... some expectations that I'd be selected for the round, and I was. The round in total had 40 studs in number&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'll directly jump over to my number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The song&lt;/em&gt;- Chaiya Chaiya - Dil Se&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Performer&lt;/em&gt;- Deepinder Singh Kalra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What what can u expect.... 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Whatever, carried on.... aage pichey upar nichey dayen baye... (not PT that was my dance).. In the end.. all I was left with some swollen knees, and aching body :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The result ......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there u see below...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4767/3216/320/fatima.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yea &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was Mr. Fatima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;....... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shocked???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone in the crowd was.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-115175929532059553?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/115175929532059553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=115175929532059553' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/115175929532059553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/115175929532059553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2006/07/mai-mrfatima-banna-chahata-hu.html' title='Mai Mr.Fatima Banna Chahata Hu!!!'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-115126236598301434</id><published>2006-06-25T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T23:02:14.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile :) &amp; Making of  "you"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4767/3216/1600/making.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4767/3216/320/making.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hiii guys.. I'm back... with my second blog.... everrrrr... vaise kaafi cheeti a gaya shayad... chalo hunn a hi gaya te kuch tan bhor k hi jaavanga... umm.. thanks to all those who took out time to read my first bak bak and those who didn't(happy stuff).... and thanks for the comments... sooo based on the comments... I saw that some ppl wanted masaledaar.. yarr abb masaledaar kya hoota hai?? is it something&lt;/span&gt; like hari mirch.. lal mirch ... garam masala.. bhuna hua jeera.. haldi , garam aach pe tadka??? Did that line bring something called a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on ur face... (thanks to the person jis se maine ye lines churai thi ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay this vesion of my blog explores a seriously stupid topic...&lt;/strong&gt; ohh no.. not the beautiful ladies pasted above... but what u see in them(no x-ray glasses to be used plz).. lemme start&lt;br /&gt;People often query my noble smile... Why this curve on the face sets everything straight??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are three things that make up a person... &lt;/strong&gt;thats what one of my teachers Mrs.Gandhi used to say&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Raftaar&lt;/em&gt;-The Way you walk, &lt;em&gt;Guftaar&lt;/em&gt;-The way you talk, and&lt;em&gt; Dastaar&lt;/em&gt;-The way you dress up...&lt;/strong&gt; True to the spirit...&lt;strong&gt; I see another thing...&lt;/strong&gt; always noticed, what everybody&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4767/3216/1600/smile.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4767/3216/320/smile.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has in himself, but sometimes we are tooo busy with tackling our worries and problems that we just tend to turn a blind eye to a handy solution to those worries ... yes &lt;strong&gt;thats a &lt;em&gt;smile&lt;/em&gt;, which has a share in each &lt;/strong&gt;.... &lt;strong&gt;A &lt;em&gt;Smile&lt;/em&gt; is an inexpensive way to change ur looks&lt;/strong&gt;... people seldom notice clothes when u wear a big smile.. The &lt;strong&gt;pic of the lady&lt;/strong&gt; u see on right was awarded the &lt;strong&gt;“Smile of The Year Award”&lt;/strong&gt; Today, give a stranger one of your smiles. It might be the only sunshine he sees all day. Taking up an example of today... one of my frnds was all sad... totally bugged up... and her name said something like&lt;strong&gt; “:(:(:( Worried :(:(:(“.....&lt;/strong&gt; an eye to see that name would give rise to two feelings ... kuch loog kahenge... yarr ye to sari rehti hai choorh ise... second feeling would be of pity and concern asking her what happened... and solacing her like nahi beta sabb theek ho jayega.... bla bla bla... but in the end the purpose is only solved when a desire to replenish oneself and being cheerful takes over the existing state... a desire which is built up in oneself... I wont go deep into the topic of desires.. that'd be porbably my next post (ahh.. why do i see a sense of relief in those reading eyes... huh???) okay just a simple suggestion to her... change ur name to &lt;strong&gt;”:):):) Smiling :):):)“&lt;/strong&gt; and she changed to&lt;strong&gt; “Smiling Although Worried :):):)”&lt;/strong&gt; would that make a difference???... A question for u... (I'm still to find out the results, think till next blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now the other form of a smile&lt;/strong&gt;... umm yes... thats “ tum itna jo muskura rahe ho, kuch dard hai jise chupa rahe ho...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some people smile a lot...&lt;/strong&gt; Look into their &lt;strong&gt;eyes.. dark and deep&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;u think everything's okay... and it is.. till it's not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;:) Keep smiling - it makes people wonder what you've been up to :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-115126236598301434?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/115126236598301434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=115126236598301434' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/115126236598301434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/115126236598301434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2006/06/smile-making-of-you.html' title='Smile :) &amp; Making of  &quot;you&quot;'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30057197.post-115100246988427321</id><published>2006-06-22T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T22:45:36.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mera Pehla pehla blog :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;umm... aabhi takk to dont even know ki what the hell a blog is.... shuru shuru me to lagta tha ki kya faaltu cheez hai yarr.. koi kaise ghanton baith k bak bak karr sakta hai jabb use yeh bhi na pata ho ki koi sun raha hai k nahi..... umm.. abb lagta hai.. aur kuch nahi to.. its a good typing practice...&lt;br /&gt;Well aabhi pehla hai to agar maine jyada lamba likh diya to I know ki tum loog mere aage k blogs nahi pahoge...&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4767/3216/1600/clock.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4767/3216/320/clock.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o will keep this one short short short....&lt;br /&gt;umm... Going on with ma trainging.. some kool babes around... and many of them frustrated of this stuff called Deepinder.... made a very mast new frnd.... we two are the only ones surfing the net all time... and its really fun coz net is not allowed in the lab:) yarr Orkut Zindabad tha Zindabad hai aur Zindabad rahega.. iske liye koi lab assistant.. koi madam nahi rook sakti humein... arrey haan madam se yaad aaya.. humara naya CSE ka staff.. 4 naye teacher.. dheere dheere bataunga.. pehle aaj jiski class thi... Miss Asshima... dont mind the spellings coz I dont ever get them myself.... madam to aisi hai k class me mujhe soone se koi nahi rook sakta... harr 10 mint baad meri taraf deekh karr smile si deeti hai.. na jaane kyu... aati hai to sabse pehle apne gale me mangalsutra ki tarah pen drive latka leeti hai... pata nahi students uski pen drive deekh rahe hoote hai k usko... aur kahin usne mera ye blog padh liya to beeta main college se kalti pukka.... soo bass wont write more today....&lt;br /&gt;trold u na.. aaj short sa hi likhunga...;)&lt;br /&gt;next post jabb time milega..&lt;br /&gt;aabhi kall to test ki taiyari karni hai&lt;br /&gt;vo test jo parson hai...&lt;br /&gt;salle humare number hi nahi aate.. jo padhte nahi unke number aa jate hain:( purani problem hai... pata nahi kabb solve hoogi..&lt;br /&gt;abbey sorry.. I was ending na.. short one you se.. chalo see u thenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30057197-115100246988427321?l=deepinderkalra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/feeds/115100246988427321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30057197&amp;postID=115100246988427321' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/115100246988427321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30057197/posts/default/115100246988427321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepinderkalra.blogspot.com/2006/06/mera-pehla-pehla-blog.html' title='Mera Pehla pehla blog :)'/><author><name>Deepinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18227984238817435999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8C2tiYyo2k0/SnL-huOa8bI/AAAAAAAAACg/ThPXkuGRykU/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
