<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425</id><updated>2012-01-30T02:41:46.025+05:30</updated><category term='One Liner'/><title type='text'>My Reflextion</title><subtitle type='html'>This is what I See...what I feel... and what I live...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-993922289174565415</id><published>2011-11-05T17:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-06T17:11:52.441+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Needed to write this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Whoa it's been almost a year since I wrote my last post. I don't feel like writing anymore and have been bit busy  this year. Apart from that today is one of those days which makes me wonder whether I could have lived my life if this date was just another entry in calendar. I think maybe yes ... maybe no.. I don't know. It has been 5 years now and still it is as fresh in my memory as if it happened yesterday. A lot has changed in the 5 years and I wish I could go back in time and correct my mistakes[I mean who doesn't want to right?] however it is not easy and as I understand impossible by any other means to make it right. Only thing I can do is wait... wait for things to settle down or ... for me to end. First one is not in my hand but second one.. I could end myself... however I have to think about the ones I will leave behind and as of now it seems I just can not do it. I feel there is nothing else for me to do... everything I ever wanted to achieve, no matter how crazy it was.. I have achieved everything and somehow I do not yearn anything except... naah I don't need anything. After so many years I am at peace. Somehow I keep going on, maybe I am waiting for things to take a U Turn and a happy ending or dunno... Anyways... this is to mark... 5th Of November. A very important day of my life... it was ... it is and it will always be. This is for you... only one... who loved me and whom I loved.&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/29501425-993922289174565415?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/993922289174565415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=993922289174565415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/993922289174565415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/993922289174565415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2011/11/needed-to-write-this.html' title='Needed to write this...'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-2382705026985945260</id><published>2010-12-01T13:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-01T13:15:00.492+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some Quotes From the game Max Payne II[2003], It was not Max Payne I :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="verdana"&gt;Einstein was right. Time is relative to the observer. When you're looking down the barrel of a gun, time slows down. Your whole life flashes by, heartbreak and scars. Stay with it, and you could live a lifetime in that split second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no choices. Nothing but a straight line. The illusion comes afterwards, when you ask 'Why me?' and 'What if?'. When you look back and see the branches, like a pruned bonsai tree, or forked lightning. If you had done something differently, it wouldn't be you. It would be someone else looking back, asking a different set of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past is a gaping hole. You try to run from it, but the more you run, the deeper it grows behind you, its edges yawning at your heels. Your only chance is to turn around and face it. But it's like looking down into the grave of your love, or kissing the mouth of a gun, a bullet trembling in its dark nest, ready to blow your head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past is a puzzle, like a broken mirror. As you piece it together, your image keeps shifting. And you change with it. It could destroy you, drive you mad. It could set you free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw the rules out the window, odds are you'll go that way too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in I don't know how long, I did not wish to be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain was comin' down like all the angels in heaven decided to take a piss at the same time. When you're in a situation like mine, you can only think in metaphors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When entertainment turns into a surreal reflection of your life, you're a lucky man if you can laugh at the joke. Luck and I weren't on speaking terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your past has a way of sneaking up on you. You'll hear broken echoes of it everywhere, like a bad replay. You'll get mad at everyone for reminding you about it, even if it's all in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is inevitable. Our fear of it makes us play safe, blocks out emotion. It's a losing game. Without passion you are already dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble with wanting something is the fear of losing it, or never getting it. The thought makes you weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypothetically, if the only choice you've got is to do the wrong thing, then it's not really the *wrong* thing, is it? It's more like fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the rise of that old familiar feeling... I hated it... I welcomed it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The genius of the hole: no matter how much time you spend climbing out, you can still fall back down in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't deserve to walk away. There are no happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firing a gun is a binary choice. You either pull the trigger or you don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is wrong with you, Max? Why don't you just die? You hate life, you're miserable all the time, afraid to enjoy yourself even a little! Face it, you might as well be dead already. Do yourself a favor, give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have wrecked my restaurant twice now. You can be so damn uncompromising, fanatical about these things, Max. One of these days, it's going to get you killed. You should be glad, Max! I did you a favor, finished off your revenge for you. The murderer of your loved ones is dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think nothing can get to you, you're lying to yourself. At best, you're temporarily dead. A lightning bolt can reanimate you without a warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like always, the dead had all the answers I was missing. It wasn't that they weren't eager to talk. Quite the contrary. The dead had plenty to say. And once they started, they would never shut up. Their words would keep you awake at night. The bodies, all the evidence of all the murders the cleaners had done, all the answers. It would take days to dig through it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-2382705026985945260?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/2382705026985945260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=2382705026985945260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/2382705026985945260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/2382705026985945260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2010/12/some-quotes-from-game-max-payne-ii2003.html' title='Some Quotes From the game Max Payne II[2003], It was not Max Payne I :('/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-4022345389035719838</id><published>2010-10-25T13:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-25T13:42:57.811+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Liner'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bloodlust.. bloody bloodlust... I am mesmerized... most important thing right now is to embrace it - I feel no pain... I feel no regrets... just bloodlust!!!&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/29501425-4022345389035719838?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/4022345389035719838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=4022345389035719838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/4022345389035719838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/4022345389035719838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2010/10/bloodlust.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-1581470161173296243</id><published>2010-10-03T23:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-03T23:44:02.878+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Liner'/><title type='text'>Salvation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To Dream Is Human... I Always Have Nightmares... Does It Make Me Evil? I Guess, It Does. And I Think I Will Be Really Proud Of It, If I Could Be Pure Evil One Day!!! I Think That'd Be My Salvation...&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/29501425-1581470161173296243?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/1581470161173296243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=1581470161173296243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/1581470161173296243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/1581470161173296243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2010/10/salvation.html' title='Salvation'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-1620012291322159811</id><published>2010-08-13T01:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-13T01:28:48.940+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Liner'/><title type='text'>After a long time... a one liner...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In my eyes... everything is possible.. given you have enough Time, Resources and Passion to find out a way&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/29501425-1620012291322159811?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/1620012291322159811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=1620012291322159811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/1620012291322159811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/1620012291322159811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-long-time-one-liner.html' title='After a long time... a one liner...'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-6488716116074975669</id><published>2010-08-02T00:34:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-02T01:02:32.506+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Me.. Dealing with Satan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright... Not so interesting topic.. but I must record it ... for future references. My broken hand has been a real show stopper for me off late. I was always a loner... but nowadays I am falling in love with it all over again[ maybe head over heels is the right description here]. Benefits I got out of this : I am more disciplined. I am not missing deadlines[Hard to believe eh?]... Better throughput when it comes to business and a lot more. The reason behind this staying alone is that... my movements are not so natural.. so driving is not fun anymore. It is a burden.. and that too in a small pathetic village like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Duhh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;... This morning I woke up and I could not believe what I had in my mind. Blurry but still very clear images of my dreams... I forgot about the one[There were two dreams going on.. side by side.. Multitasking in my dreams too ... Seems God gave me a multi-core brain for free ;)].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically in my dream.. I think I was not happy with the bloody broken hand... and in a desperate moment.... I made a deal with Satan himself... and Whoa.. my hand was alright :D &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yey&lt;/span&gt;... I also thought to get an x-ray done in the dream.. and of course when I woke up. Anyways, I've been feeling that I've recovered most of my movements and I feel better than before[I came to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt;]. So it is going great... but that was quite a stunt.. selling my soul to Satan for a perfect hand? Or maybe I miss it really and given a chance I would do it... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... :-/ :S :P. I dunno... but I guess I will take the deal... 10 years with a good left hand... what else I can ask for? Satan... If you are reading this[And I am sure I always get few hits from Pakistan so it must be you... nothing is ever hidden from prying eyes of Google you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;knaaww&lt;/span&gt;????] then come down to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt;... we need a deal to do... ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;PS : And I think this could be the after effects of watching a lot of Supernatural but it has been months since I watched it... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nyways&lt;/span&gt;.. it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;... and funny.. ;(&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/29501425-6488716116074975669?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/6488716116074975669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=6488716116074975669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/6488716116074975669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/6488716116074975669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2010/08/me-dealing-with-satan.html' title='Me.. Dealing with Satan...'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-6150429370701628329</id><published>2010-07-11T00:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-11T00:15:57.317+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shades Of Gray..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every Man Plays The Game...&lt;br /&gt;In the Shadows of Pride n Shame...&lt;br /&gt;I've been Black.. n have been white&lt;br /&gt;Like a proud medieval Knight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the dawn of a new morning&lt;br /&gt;I kneel... n I pray I pray I pray..&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be white...&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be black...&lt;br /&gt;balance the equation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me end ... in the shades of gray...&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/29501425-6150429370701628329?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/6150429370701628329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=6150429370701628329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/6150429370701628329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/6150429370701628329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2010/07/shades-of-gray.html' title='Shades Of Gray..'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-7892894162973154887</id><published>2010-06-24T19:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-24T19:35:04.334+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I was getting bored and thought I will update my Orkut profile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ideal match:&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is equally good with Assaulting and Magging and who is smart enough to take me 1-on-1... All others can go to Hell ;) Expert handling of Nades will be considered a big plus... If you are all about Rush.. then stay away from me.. I CAMP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my idea of a perfect first date:&lt;br /&gt;She... rushing from A Short(Catwalk for some) in MiniD2 without kevlar and Me... Camping at A with a frag nade in my hand... and ... and... I hear her footsteps.. and there it goes a perfect throw of a frag nade... and BaaaaM... there she goes.. flying ... 120 damage.... :D CS FTW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from my past relationships i learned:&lt;br /&gt;Never rush in Alley in Infy. Always base camp on A and wait for the right time before you show yourself in an open fire... Always kill atleast 2-3 Ts before you Die. &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/29501425-7892894162973154887?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/7892894162973154887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=7892894162973154887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/7892894162973154887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/7892894162973154887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-was-getting-bored-and-thought-i-will.html' title='I was getting bored and thought I will update my Orkut profile...'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-6419210399625896828</id><published>2010-06-21T11:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:45:32.845+05:30</updated><title type='text'>હમણાંથી આવા વિચારોના વમળમા ફસાઈ જવાય છે.. બિલકુલ અનાયસે..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;એકલતા.. ઝાંઝવાનુ જળ... યાદો અને પડછાયા.. મારુ ઝેર મને મારી શકતુ નથી.. ધીરે.. ધીરે.. મને ગળે છે.. હું બળુ છુ.. અંદર ને અંદર... ખવાતા જવાય છે.. પણ જિજીવિષા પ્રબળ છે... ને દરેક મ્રુત્યુ મને નવો જન્મ આપે છે... હું અનંત સુધી અવિરત જન્મ્યા કરીશ... કહે છે કે અમુક શ્રાપના કોઇ મારણ નથી હોતા... એ તમારા અંત સુધી સાથે રહે છે... પણ... જેનો અંત નથી એનુ શું?&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/29501425-6419210399625896828?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/6419210399625896828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=6419210399625896828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/6419210399625896828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/6419210399625896828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='હમણાંથી આવા વિચારોના વમળમા ફસાઈ જવાય છે.. બિલકુલ અનાયસે..'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-8535832050052462355</id><published>2010-06-04T14:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-04T14:09:23.199+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Liner'/><title type='text'>The reason why Prince Of Persia Failed on the box office :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why Prince Of Persia Failed On The Box Office??? Answer Is Simple : Who Likes a Persian Prince With British Accent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-8535832050052462355?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/8535832050052462355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=8535832050052462355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/8535832050052462355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/8535832050052462355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2010/06/reason-why-prince-of-persia-failed-on.html' title='The reason why Prince Of Persia Failed on the box office :D'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-3051246919865784805</id><published>2010-05-21T13:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-21T13:40:40.514+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yey - I am Requalified at Experts-Exchange.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As a part of my commitment towards technology, I've been sharing with community since early days of my career. In early 2005 I came to know that you can join Experts-Exchange for free and help fellow developers with various technical issues. I took that opportunity and joined EE. Soon I became a Qualified Expert there and continued contributing to EE for a while. Afterwards, I had to move to a very challenging job and I was forced to stop my interaction with EE. Anyways, I find lot of time [That's the fun part in consulting, you get to manage your own time] nowadays and I decided to start contributing to EE. Anyways, in two days, I got requalified as an expert [I earned 4668 points needed 3000 points to requalify]. Anyways I am glad I could do this. Check out my profile at Experts-Exchange.com - http://www.experts-exchange.com/M_3537133.html.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-3051246919865784805?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/3051246919865784805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=3051246919865784805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/3051246919865784805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/3051246919865784805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2010/05/yey-i-am-requalified-at-experts.html' title='Yey - I am Requalified at Experts-Exchange.com'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-3064002433051194638</id><published>2010-05-21T10:02:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-21T10:21:58.016+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some Quotes From the game Max Payne[2001], Just Accept the Fact : If you haven't played it... you have some serious problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Collecting evidence had gotten old a few hundred bullets back. I was already so far beyond the point of no return I couldn't remember what it had looked like when I had passed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was trying to buy more sand for his hour glass. I wasn't selling any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cardinal rule in going after someone with an intention to kill was not to make it personal - which it almost always ended up being anyway. It did with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no glory in this. I hadn't asked for this crap. Trouble had come to me, in big dark swarms. The good and the just, they were like gold dust in this city. I had no illusions. I was not one of them. I was no hero. Just me and the gun, and the crook. My options had decreased to a singular course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all dead. The final gunshot was an exclamation mark to everything that had led to this point. I released my finger from the trigger. And then it was all over. The storm seemed to lose its frenzy. The ragged clouds gave way to the stars above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about angels, but it's fear that gives men wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you can count on: You push a man too far, and sooner or later he'll start pushing back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up on that rooftop I was a Ninja, my Kung Fu was strong. I wasn't kidding anybody. At best I was Superman on kryponite, about to fall into where it all went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissing Punchinello off was a dangerous game. But when people get mad, they make mistakes. I should know. That's where I wanted Punchinello, mad enough to trip over his own feet, preferably into a grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd find that Lady Luck was really a hooker, and you were fresh out of cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bullet with Nicole Horne's name on it. I had ten thousand bullets with the hag's name on them. She had ultra high-tech security systems, enough mercenaries and weaponry to start World War III. There was no fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Y2K, the end of the world had become a cliché. But who was I to talk, a brooding underdog avenger alone against an empire of evil, out to right a grave injustice? Everything was subjective. There were only personal apocalypses. Nothing is a cliché when it's happening to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't about how smart or how good you were. It was chaos and luck, and anyone who thought different was a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vlad was one of those old time bad guys with honor and morals, which almost made him one of the good guys. None of us was a saint.&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/29501425-3064002433051194638?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/3064002433051194638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=3064002433051194638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/3064002433051194638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/3064002433051194638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2010/05/some-quotes-from-game-max-payne2001.html' title='Some Quotes From the game Max Payne[2001], Just Accept the Fact : If you haven&apos;t played it... you have some serious problems'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-1854359966459264749</id><published>2010-04-20T10:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-20T10:39:37.308+05:30</updated><title type='text'>મન... મોતી... ને ઘોડો...</title><content type='html'>મોતી ભાંગ્યું વીંધતાં,&lt;br /&gt;મન ભાંગ્યુ કવેણ,&lt;br /&gt;ઘોડો ભાંગ્યો ખેડતાં,&lt;br /&gt;એને સાંધો ન ક રેણ&lt;br /&gt;- કવિ દલપતરામ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;મને યાદ છે... હાઈ સ્કુલની આસપાસ ગુજરાતી વિષયમાં આ દુહો વાંચ્યો હતો... મનમાં છપાઈ ગયો હતો... મોતી કે ઘોડાનો તો કોઈ અનુભવ નથી... મનની પીડાથી સારી રીતે પરિચિત છુ... બદનસીબે... ત્યાં કોઇ મેટલ પ્લેટ મુકીને પણ સાંધો મારી શકાતો નથી...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-1854359966459264749?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/1854359966459264749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=1854359966459264749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/1854359966459264749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/1854359966459264749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_20.html' title='મન... મોતી... ને ઘોડો...'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-2541545508918680439</id><published>2010-04-16T01:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-16T06:34:38.237+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Truth Behind the "Metal Detectors"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know... I know... many of you were wondering what 'senseless' status it was: I am not allowed through metal detectors n all that crap. If you didn't well n good... :) but if you did then read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little preface... After I quit my job in Nov 2009, I bought a bike n some other stuff so I can enjoy a little. And trust me riding a bike was such bliss... it was real fun. Only good thing that was going on in my life was bike riding. So In Jan End there was this event, hosted by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IIM&lt;/span&gt;-A: Chaos [annual inter-college cultural festival as per their site http://www.iima-chaos.com]. Now I am not a big fan of chaos it's just a fun event but some of my friends were keen about it and I had nothing to do during those days so I thought let me give it a shot. So I attended 2-3 nights in Chaos and 'cause of that I had to miss few classes where I learn Guitar. Now, I was attending a guitar class in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahemdabad&lt;/span&gt; and I live in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gandhinagar&lt;/span&gt; so was used to take my bike to reach there every morning. Also there was some restructuring work being done on the road I used daily, so on 1st Feb I thought I will take a different route from within the sector I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was going on a different route and on a different time, now I had this bad habit to put my mp3 player on a REAL loud volume level n ride my bike. All these came together n I was going real slow... n suddenly a school bus came from one of the streets. The road is so small I really didn't expect a school bus there. And I panicked n hit the front brakes 'cause I was hardly going on 20 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KMPH&lt;/span&gt; I thought it'd be okay... but unfortunately... it wasn't. So... the bike slipped... n somehow I ended up with all my weight on my left hand so it broke both the bones. Fortunately... it was a blunt hit so no crush injuries n nothing else. Just both the bones were broken from mid forearm. I was very close to my place so a gentleman dropped me at my place [Nothing happened to the Bike: P]. And I was operated upon on the same day. They implanted a steel plate and a nail to support both the bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t pain a lot but my movements were restricted and I could see what the outcomes of this situation are. It scared the hell out of me ‘because possibilities were unlimited [Partial disability, permanent damage to joints, range/strength loss etc]. There was a time gap of 3 weeks for bones to complete the primary recovery. Before that it is bit difficult to predict the recovery. Anyways, everything went well as time passed by and finally around 3 weeks back they allowed me to type with both hands n also recovery is complete for both the bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to keep many of you out of this, just ‘because I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t want anyone to pity me. I made sure that very few knew about this, ‘cause I had to talk to some of them to survive a difficult time. I am really thankful to all of you guys who knew n keep it to yourselves n helped me to pass by such a hard time. It means a lot to me and I will always be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am allowed to drive a car and I’m taking really really painful Physiotherapy sessions every day. Hopefully things will be alright. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; learnt few lessons out of this incident and I would like to put them here so maybe it might be helpful to someone&lt;br /&gt;1. Avoid driving if you are not fit; if you are tired or sleepy there is a good chance your body might not act fast enough to avoid an accident.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you are not familiar to the road, be extra cautious. Don’t assume.&lt;br /&gt;3. If you are using disk brakes, make sure the road is clear or there is a good chance you will lose control.&lt;br /&gt;4. Understand how braking works for your bike, for most hitting both the brakes at the same time is recommended.&lt;br /&gt;5. Avoid using MP3 players/ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bluetooth&lt;/span&gt; headsets while riding.&lt;br /&gt;6. If you are having metal implants in your body, ask your doctor to issue a simple medical certificate and carry it with you if you are travelling by air. It is not necessary, but it’s a good practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-2541545508918680439?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/2541545508918680439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=2541545508918680439&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/2541545508918680439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/2541545508918680439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2010/04/truth-behind-metal-detectors.html' title='Truth Behind the &quot;Metal Detectors&quot;'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-5160697967986762426</id><published>2010-04-14T03:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-14T03:28:37.280+05:30</updated><title type='text'>તને રાહ શાની છે?</title><content type='html'>મેં છરી મારી હતી... તારા હ્રદયની આરપાર...&lt;br /&gt;ખોટુ હતુ એ... મને ખબર છે...&lt;br /&gt;અનિવાર્ય અનિષ્ટ પરંતુ&lt;br /&gt;તારી વાત જ ન્યારી છે...&lt;br /&gt;તને ખબર છે હવે તારી વારી છે...&lt;br /&gt;પણ એક એક ઉઝરડો કરીને મને કેમ મારે છે?&lt;br /&gt;હવે તો પુરતુ લોહી વહી ગયુ છે...&lt;br /&gt;એક જ ઘા ને.. વાત હતી ન હતી થઈ જશે..&lt;br /&gt;તને રાહ શાની છે?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-5160697967986762426?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/5160697967986762426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=5160697967986762426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/5160697967986762426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/5160697967986762426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='તને રાહ શાની છે?'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-1754951818604722662</id><published>2010-04-09T23:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:14:18.170+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Liner'/><title type='text'>Color Of Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;During my early teens, I always wanted to make lotsa money. I always thought what will be the color that can represent money really well... n it occurred to me... Red... Blood Red!!!&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/29501425-1754951818604722662?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/1754951818604722662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=1754951818604722662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/1754951818604722662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/1754951818604722662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2010/04/during-my-early-teens-i-always-wanted.html' title='Color Of Money'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-2501672463708614287</id><published>2010-03-10T14:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-10T14:18:27.980+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Liner'/><title type='text'>Why So.... Stuppppidddd Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Few months back...I was dealing with an Ulallu.. one day I was so depressed I felt like putting a blade on his throat n then wanted to ask[In a husky voice]: Why So.... Stuppppidddd Son? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-2501672463708614287?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/2501672463708614287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=2501672463708614287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/2501672463708614287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/2501672463708614287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-so-stuppppidddd-son.html' title='Why So.... Stuppppidddd Son'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-2864894413542389986</id><published>2010-01-21T11:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:38:48.478+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ઉઠો... જાગો... અને ફરીથી ઉંઘ ના આવે ત્યાં સુધી ટાઈમપાસ કરતા રહો.. - પ.પુ.ધ.ધુ. શ્રી 1008 બાબા ચિન્મ્યાનંદસ્વામી!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-2864894413542389986?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/2864894413542389986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=2864894413542389986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/2864894413542389986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/2864894413542389986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-2861635509436827882</id><published>2010-01-16T01:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-16T01:58:53.949+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Confusion!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just like a lost soul&lt;br /&gt;on the edge between the life and death&lt;br /&gt;I am wandering... I am wondering...&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what I've in my heart for her is it Love... or Pure Hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-2861635509436827882?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/2861635509436827882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=2861635509436827882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/2861635509436827882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/2861635509436827882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2010/01/confusion.html' title='The Confusion!!!'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-8983265201931912716</id><published>2009-12-11T20:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:48:05.213+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Liner'/><title type='text'>Yet another one liner.. pops out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never Love Some One So Much... That When She Is Not With You... Your Soul Hurts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-8983265201931912716?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/8983265201931912716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=8983265201931912716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/8983265201931912716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/8983265201931912716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2009/12/yet-another-one-liner-pops-out.html' title='Yet another one liner.. pops out...'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-2821064990116777518</id><published>2009-11-22T23:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:13:15.567+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dusk Of Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the middle of the war, surrounded by the enemies&lt;br /&gt;guarded by my friends, fearless I stand&lt;br /&gt;on the dark, deceiving lands&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fight'em&lt;/span&gt; hands in hands&lt;br /&gt;Never I thought about defeat,&lt;br /&gt;with my friends on my side I shall not fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was confident that we'll win it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;then suddenly it happened, just before the nightfall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of my friends, corrupted from inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dunno what could be the reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;for his unholy treason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;stabbed me by my side, and gave a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I fall, I could not help but return a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and just before the sunset... I saw... Dusk of Friendship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-2821064990116777518?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/2821064990116777518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=2821064990116777518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/2821064990116777518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/2821064990116777518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2009/11/dusk-of-friendship.html' title='Dusk Of Friendship'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-6419550518898950892</id><published>2009-11-22T22:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:14:14.177+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Liner'/><title type='text'>New Learning on Friends n Foes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I DONT FORGET my FRIENDS, and I NEVER FORGIVE my FOES!!!&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/29501425-6419550518898950892?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/6419550518898950892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=6419550518898950892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/6419550518898950892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/6419550518898950892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-forget-my-friends-and-i-never.html' title='New Learning on Friends n Foes'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-6706941008321819808</id><published>2009-10-12T02:43:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:12:59.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lucifer's Little Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There it was... reign of the dark princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She has been ruling all the worlds, and souls of men,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Forever - Now n Then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;They say- no one can look in her eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As she holds fire of thousand hells inside&lt;br /&gt;Immortal she is, immune to Earth, Sea, Fire n Ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's Lucifer's li'l Angel... Her name... Malice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-6706941008321819808?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/6706941008321819808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=6706941008321819808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/6706941008321819808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/6706941008321819808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2009/10/lucifers-little-angel.html' title='Lucifer&apos;s Little Angel'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-4727643421503183423</id><published>2009-10-06T02:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-06T02:14:30.239+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>મુર્ખામી તો થઈ જ મારાથી.. એમાં કોઈ શક નથી...&lt;br /&gt;ને હવે સમયનો તકાજો તો જુઓ...&lt;br /&gt;એના પર હક કરવાનો પણ મને હક નથી...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-4727643421503183423?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/4727643421503183423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=4727643421503183423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/4727643421503183423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/4727643421503183423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-1449322784100969338</id><published>2009-08-26T10:00:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-26T10:07:37.841+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shadows Of The Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here I stand... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;starring'em&lt;/span&gt; with my naked eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Far on horizon... I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;see'em&lt;/span&gt; coming... the rising...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Little afraid I am of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unknown&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;lurking behind those dark clouds, something dark, something evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've seen it all before and I've won the war countless times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;still I wonder, what if I can't pull it this time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will end fighting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;against'em&lt;/span&gt;.. the dark.. Shadows Of The Storm...&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/29501425-1449322784100969338?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/1449322784100969338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=1449322784100969338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/1449322784100969338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/1449322784100969338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2009/08/shadows-of-storm.html' title='Shadows Of The Storm'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-4072364589775610767</id><published>2009-06-28T01:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:28:49.973+05:30</updated><title type='text'>તને યાદ છે?</title><content type='html'>એ ભીની ભીની વરસાદી સાંજે... એકલા અટુલા.. ખૂણામા ઉભા રહેતા આપણે.. એ તને યાદ છે... ?&lt;br /&gt;ઝરમર ઝરમર વરસાદ હોય તો પણ... વરસાદ બહુ છે.. એમ કહી તુ મને રોકતી.. એ તને યાદ છે... ?&lt;br /&gt;લોકોનાં ટોળામાં.. આપણે બેઉ એકલા... ચુપચાપ.. કલાકો સુધી ગુફ્તગુ કરતા... એ તને યાદ છે... ?&lt;br /&gt;એક દિવસ મળાય નહી.. તો તકલીફ થતી હ્ર્દયના એક ખૂણામા... એ તને યાદ છે?&lt;br /&gt;તારા શ્વાસમાં ભળી જતી મારા શ્વાસની ભીની સુગંધ... એ તને યાદ છે?&lt;br /&gt;આંગળીના ટેરવાઓના સ્પર્શની ભાષામાં વાતો કરતા... એ તને યાદ છે?&lt;br /&gt;એક ઝ્લક લેવાને... તુ મારીને હું તારી... કેટ કેટલા બહાના બનાવતા.. એ તને યાદ છે?&lt;br /&gt;મને યાદ છે.. એક એક ક્ષણ તારી જોડે વીતાવેલી... તે જ ભુલાવી દીધો છે મને... એ તને યાદ છે?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-4072364589775610767?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/4072364589775610767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=4072364589775610767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/4072364589775610767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/4072364589775610767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_28.html' title='તને યાદ છે?'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-6473495462166159495</id><published>2009-06-20T01:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:58:48.730+05:30</updated><title type='text'>મારા અહંકારને સપ્રેમ ભેટ...</title><content type='html'>આગનો દરિયો...&lt;br /&gt;હું એક જ તરવૈયો...&lt;br /&gt;ઉપરવાળાની બનાવેલી કાયનાતમા...&lt;br /&gt;હિજડાઓની જમાતમા..&lt;br /&gt;હું જ એક ભડનો દિકરો...&lt;br /&gt;આગનો દરિયો...&lt;br /&gt;હું એક જ તરવૈયો...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-6473495462166159495?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/6473495462166159495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=6473495462166159495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/6473495462166159495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/6473495462166159495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='મારા અહંકારને સપ્રેમ ભેટ...'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-2720678611601187000</id><published>2009-05-28T09:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:40:47.400+05:30</updated><title type='text'>:)... a long back... I told this to Zwap.. about myself..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A Man... Never Really Changes From Inside.. He Might Act So That You Feel.. He Is Changed.. But.. Inside.. He Is One And The Same...&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/29501425-2720678611601187000?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/2720678611601187000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=2720678611601187000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/2720678611601187000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/2720678611601187000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2009/05/lonng-back-i-told-this-to-zwap-about.html' title=':)... a long back... I told this to Zwap.. about myself..'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-5629395802960321009</id><published>2009-05-06T03:24:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-06T03:38:04.517+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cries Of A Bleeding Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... I am a man.. and I am very proud to be one... but I am not afraid.. nor ashamed that... I am crying blood tears nowadays.. I am hurt... my heart. is ripped apart.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;naah&lt;/span&gt;.. not by some girl... I am not that vulnerable.. it is just .. I see.. clearly.. what I was and what I've become... I was used to be a brave soul.. always strong... never allowed anyone to humiliate me.. no matter what situation was that[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;... except some incidents.. but those were the times.. when I was nothing... and my character building was not complete...] but now? after so many years of continuous victories... what I've become? a coward? I agree.. I am, lot more successful [Well from everybody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; perspective], but in my own eyes? I am no more than a crawling insect. Living life as others want me to... not the way I want to... fighting with myself every moment ... to not to lose control and do something about bastards bothering me. I never meant to be like this.. is this the price I must pay for what I wanted to be? If yes, then I suppose... now is the time I do something to give up this ... so called success... I've never let anyone control me... and if I wish to live longer... then now is the time I take back control of my life. Since last few months ... one question is bothering me ... I keep asking this question.. in the context of my current situation... and what I am doing to fix it... the question is : WHAT THE FUCK I HAVE DONE LATELY?&lt;/span&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/29501425-5629395802960321009?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/5629395802960321009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=5629395802960321009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/5629395802960321009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/5629395802960321009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2009/05/cries-of-bleeding-heart.html' title='Cries Of A Bleeding Heart'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-5109803617643139258</id><published>2009-03-12T01:03:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-03T06:53:56.452+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Living life like a Dog or worse...</title><content type='html'>yes.. I am talking about myself... no one else... it is not that I have any tangible problems which I can not handle. I have also made peace with my imaginary enemies :P... I have a ROCKING carrer.. even in this slow down.. I am rocking.. I am learning a lot in this new engagement.. with my new found pace.. I am riding my career really smooth.. on personal front I've good friends...and have no regrets of how I lived my life earlierp[Eh.. except certain things] and still I am not happy.. and dunno what to do next... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-5109803617643139258?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/5109803617643139258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=5109803617643139258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/5109803617643139258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/5109803617643139258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2009/03/living-life-like-dog-or-worse.html' title='Living life like a Dog or worse...'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-2754985697314874378</id><published>2009-02-18T10:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:45:30.629+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Liner'/><title type='text'>Sorry.. not an article.. just another one liner...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Exceptions are so common in time space continuum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shall I change my blog's name to ... Chinmay's One Liners or something.. eh?&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/29501425-2754985697314874378?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/2754985697314874378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=2754985697314874378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/2754985697314874378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/2754985697314874378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry-not-article-just-another-one.html' title='Sorry.. not an article.. just another one liner...'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-3626516913716369742</id><published>2009-02-16T01:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-03T06:53:18.499+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Liner'/><title type='text'>One more... One Liner...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So many lives... So many faces... But still the Soul stays unchanged... Pure... Evil...&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/29501425-3626516913716369742?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/3626516913716369742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=3626516913716369742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/3626516913716369742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/3626516913716369742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-more-one-liner.html' title='One more... One Liner...'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-3958952543315861091</id><published>2009-02-08T23:00:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:20:58.237+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Walking on the old roads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ya Ya.. It's been a long time n blah blah blah.. but eh.. what the hell.. who cares? now coming to the point... I've been a big time looser since last 2.5 years and that's a fact... a one which I must accept and with what I must live. And it is not just that I am afraid that in this global slow down I might loose my job.. no not at all.. I am proud that even though I've been acting like a big time looser I am still better than others around.[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yupp&lt;/span&gt;!!! No Hard Feelings Guys... Accept It.. I am still faster than 80% of you and another problem is.. you can't even imagine.. what I can do.. ;)]and ya... I know there is a chance that I might get fired..but eh.. again.. what the hell... who cares? If I continue working with my new found rage then there wont be such a case. Also for people like me, nothing works like a break.. you know if you keep working on and on.. you will break... ya.. I did.. and I had to take a little break from my work... but then I came back... and anyways.. I was feeling my reputation has gone with the wind somewhere.. and I really didn't like it.. so to gain the glory back.. I've decided to be like how I was 5 years back... I was bad... I was mean.. but I was sharp.. I was smart... and I was better than what I am today. So first things first, I stopped playing Counter Strike[to save 4-5 hours a day and night :P] and have started waking up really early.. and when I say early.. I mean it.. I wake up around 5.30-5.45 and then I go for a morning walk around 6.30 and by 7.30 I am back. And then I begin my day that ends at night around 12.. so it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kindda&lt;/span&gt; awesome.. and results are phenomenal... on Professional and Personal front as well.. fingers are crossed.. I am still at my 60%.. when I cross 80% I will be working like my old days at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Etech&lt;/span&gt;... and that would be the day where I will show my middle finger to those who dare to challenge me... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Insha&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;allah&lt;/span&gt;...and that day will come soon.. let's hope for the best... I can feel.. the good times are ahead..&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/29501425-3958952543315861091?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/3958952543315861091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=3958952543315861091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/3958952543315861091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/3958952543315861091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2009/02/walking-on-old-roads.html' title='Walking on the old roads'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-8947285476798036571</id><published>2008-12-22T12:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:42:09.202+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random Quotes.. yeah.. my original..ones..</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is nothing but a randomized execution of an unknown instruction set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once upon a time... I was used to be a hunter.. now.. I am just a consultant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Angel Of Darkness asked me : You got light?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;કોઇને ચાહવુ એ દિલની આદત છે.. ચેતવણી : આ આદત જાનલેવા છે.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;keep watching.. I will keep posting.. :)&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/29501425-8947285476798036571?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/8947285476798036571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=8947285476798036571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/8947285476798036571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/8947285476798036571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-quotes-yeah-my-originalones.html' title='Random Quotes.. yeah.. my original..ones..'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-1619449847921913535</id><published>2008-11-26T01:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-26T02:25:33.950+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Australian Cricketers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ricky the shitty ponting points that India won 20-20 world cup luck by chance... I say eat shit faggot...also, asshole adds Dhoni and Yuvraaj Singh doesn't have any technique and it is sheer luck they could pull it. aaaah... seems some white ass(literally..) is burning... well.. then what you have to say now Mr. Potting(:P)... now in ODIs and 5-days matches AU is getting raped again and again by India(yeah.. the same MS Dhoni and Yuvi banging your bros on the field man..)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And one more SoB, Adam... this bugger wrote about "The Tendulkar"... I say... yo motherfucker.. you shouldn't even take his name.. you are no more than his ... eh.. leave it...this bastard wrote.. Sachin and his team cheated during the Sydney test(ROFL)... you ... bloody asshole.. what you were sucking Steve Buckner's dick when he was getting his mother banged? also the whole monkey episode... wat the fuck... I am damn sure the smart sardar said : Teri Maan Ki Gaa.... and you took it as Monkey.. common assholes... we wont insult monkeys by comparing you with them.. and anyways whole world knows about your roots.. your culture.. fucking England sent all the criminals to Australia and then you evolved.. just like roaches in gutter..and ya.. beggars WE, Indians are fucking you... front-back.. up-down.. left-right and anything else you can imagine.. .. we are rich.. we rock.. no matter how much your cricked board cribs... we will keep banging you as and when we want..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and.. ya.. I really liked Smart Sardar's comment on these two bastards.. he said : These bastards wasted their time in writing.. and that's why their cricket sucks".. he ha ha ha ha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-1619449847921913535?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/1619449847921913535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=1619449847921913535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/1619449847921913535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/1619449847921913535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2008/11/fucking-australian-cricketers.html' title='Fucking Australian Cricketers'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-7310570064527681369</id><published>2008-11-18T00:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:46:47.044+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life... Nowadays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a while since I have posted here and this time I am making no promises to post regularly.. just wanted to express my self.. you see this blog is supposed to be my reflection... anyways.. coming to the point.. I've been into many troubles lately.. I don't know why.. maybe I am getting dumber n dumber ... day by day.. may be it is this company I joined 2 years back.. I dunno what it is.. and ya.. lately.. I have not tested any kind of success professionally.. last time it was December 2007 when I got promoted.. but that's that was the last good thing that happened here.. in this dead city.. Hyderabad...as of this writing.. I am listening to a old song.. lovely.. reminds me of my teen years... I was used to be honest.. and straightforward.. now I am a bloody consultant.. I manipulate I am afraid.. what I breathe ... not remotely.. close to Honest and nothing is straightforward.. I think may be these are the signs that my time has ended in this Industry.. or I should start something new.. I am not able to understand.. as of now.. confused sate of mind... everything is so blurry... I don't know what I am doing.. anyways.. surviving this crisis... will not be a problem.. I am positive about everything in my life.. since last few years.. maybe this is happening for a reason.. maybe the reason is beyond my vision... but let's hope its for.. greater good.. see ya.. around then...&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/29501425-7310570064527681369?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/7310570064527681369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=7310570064527681369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/7310570064527681369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/7310570064527681369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-nowadays.html' title='Life... Nowadays...'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-2312506387824201092</id><published>2008-04-02T02:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-02T02:50:08.831+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Learn Spanish?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of my sweet Brazilian friend once gave me this link to the site from where you can learn basic Spanish. So if you are looking for some language-adventure, check it out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.languageguide.org/espanol/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.languageguide.org/espanol/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You can try other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;languages&lt;/span&gt; as well just check it out on the homepage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.languageguide.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.languageguide.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-2312506387824201092?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.languageguide.org/' title='Wanna Learn Spanish?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/2312506387824201092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=2312506387824201092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/2312506387824201092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/2312506387824201092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2008/04/wanna-learn-spanish.html' title='Wanna Learn Spanish?'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-2080518846917247859</id><published>2008-04-01T23:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-02T02:45:34.195+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Tiresome day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes.. nothing much...as such today... tried to close some really nice piece of code in a Project I've been working since a long time. It didn't take a lot of time, before I completed most of the checks and then went on some improvements. Then got bored and played Foosball..again..game was satisfactory for me :D. I am not sure how it happened, but my anger... it always helps me in all the Foosball games I play since that great defeat. I wish it could be the same for tennis. We had an internal ranking tournament, and I am at -9 the lowest in the lot. I think, I am gonna do something for that ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anywayz&lt;/span&gt; KT sessions starts from tomorrow and I better get some sound sleep...so.....bye..l8rz...&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/29501425-2080518846917247859?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/2080518846917247859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=2080518846917247859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/2080518846917247859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/2080518846917247859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2008/04/yet-another-tiresome-day.html' title='Yet Another Tiresome day...'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-6784849474421940812</id><published>2008-04-01T09:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-01T09:23:32.190+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No...this is not a April Fool Prank.. I am gonna start blogging again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes... this is a pure co-incident that today is 1st April. It would have been first of any month, but lately life is been playing tricks with me, so I will take this as yet another trick and will carry on, so be ready guys, I am back... and yes..shall we start a nice quote from my side...100% &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Original&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"To grow up...you either Kiss Ass or you Kick Ass.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and I cant Kiss...:D so I Kick Ass..:D&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/29501425-6784849474421940812?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/6784849474421940812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=6784849474421940812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/6784849474421940812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/6784849474421940812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2008/04/nothis-is-not-april-fool-prank-i-am.html' title='No...this is not a April Fool Prank.. I am gonna start blogging again..'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-6875721674571130464</id><published>2007-12-12T08:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-14T08:48:45.986+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some more popularity for me...Creativity Counts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Few days back there was an internal product launch and they put a campaign online. I was roaming here and there inside the company intranet and I thought to put some time on the campaign site. I created some funny thought bubbles and published them. And yo, yesterday.. I got a mail from my colleague that it got published to the world wide community... again.. a proud moment. Apart from normal glitches, the current project is going super smooth ... I will say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unbelievably&lt;/span&gt; smooth. And this so much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; look like the normal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-February time for me. I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zwap's&lt;/span&gt; theory has stopped working on me ;)&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/29501425-6875721674571130464?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/6875721674571130464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=6875721674571130464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/6875721674571130464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/6875721674571130464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2007/12/some-more-popularity-for-mecreativity.html' title='Some more popularity for me...Creativity Counts..'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-5838248386399443099</id><published>2007-11-13T23:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-14T09:04:59.205+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back to Hell... Back to Normal Life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes... again after a long time, this time.. I will try to blog everyday, lets hope it turns out to be kewl this time. Today, I had a pretty busy day apart from my regular project I worked on some extra stuff too. As usual I cant say no.. and If I like working with that person then definitely there will not be a No. Still things were in control. I also bashed the bugger(The one that has made my life like a hell - A living example of non-professionalism known as Anakonda:P). I came late as I wanted to fix certain stuff then spend some time surfing/chatting and went to bed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-5838248386399443099?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/5838248386399443099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=5838248386399443099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/5838248386399443099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/5838248386399443099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-to-hell-back-to-normal-life.html' title='Back to Hell... Back to Normal Life..'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-8647359938401830466</id><published>2007-10-13T00:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-14T08:50:02.165+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Damn It... I won it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmm....I do not live life king size but..I thought if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; blog about this today and at this time and from this place(Right Here... Right Now... :P) then I will be doing an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;injustice&lt;/span&gt; to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as per my style, instead of blogging after a long period of time I am doing it right away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Date : 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; October, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Time : 12 : 41 AM&lt;br /&gt;Place : Floor 2, Reception Area(Free Internet Access :P) of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.starwoodhotels.com/sheraton/property/overview/index.html?propertyID=172"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;http://www.starwoodhotels.com/sheraton/property/overview/index.html?propertyID=172&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined this company last year and as soon as I joined, I was lucky enough to attend an annual company meeting at Bangalore. That was awesome fun attending it. There was an annual award ceremony was going on and I was sitting in the crowd and I was thinking that when I will get this..maybe next year...? and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Voilaa&lt;/span&gt;.. maybe I am too lucky or maybe I am blessed(I like the letter part). And voila.. today I got it.. I am here in a beautiful city called Bangkok and...today in afternoon session of the company meeting, I won an award for innovation(It was a team effort and.. from a huge team four people were chosen to represent the entire team and luckily I was one of them...). And the moment came... I was so happy.. and anxious too.. I wanted to speak something... but my mind was not in the state of saying anything so KS did the honour. He mentioned each and every member of the team and gave due credit. It was really a great experience, when I was a kid, I was used to win various awards - elocution, science quiz, essay writing, drawing etc but then it was on a very small scale and those were not my basic skill set while this one was on a larger ground and I really enjoyed the moment. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Anywayz&lt;/span&gt;.. the moments.. passed by.. and.. here I am ... its almost 1 AM here and I am really tired and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what I am writing but still... I am happy today and I thank everybody who played direct/indirect role to make me reach here...I think I should stop now....there is one more post...keep watching...&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/29501425-8647359938401830466?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/8647359938401830466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=8647359938401830466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/8647359938401830466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/8647359938401830466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2007/10/damn-it-i-won-it.html' title='Damn It... I won it..'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-1549513928957286088</id><published>2007-03-20T15:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-20T15:58:33.935+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I wish I would have told her... - Touched my heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10th Grade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so-called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair. I wished she were mine, but she didn't notice me like that. And I knew it. Afterclass she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before, and I handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her. I wanted her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;11th Grade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The phone rang. It was her on the other end. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, a Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks," and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12th Grade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick," she said. He's not going to go. Well, I didn't have a date and in 7th grade we made a promise that if neither of us had dates we would go together just as "best friends," so we did. Prom night after everything was over I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her. She smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said, "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Graduation Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A day passed. A week passed. A month passed. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and she cried as I hugged her. Then, she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "You're my best friend, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her toknow that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Few Years Later&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, I sit in the pews of the church. She is getting married, now. I watched her say, "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said, "You came!" She said, "thanks!" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Funeral&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Years passed, and I looked down at the coffin of the girl who used to be my best friend." At the service they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he were mine. But he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him. I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love him, but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish he would tell me he loved me... I wish I would have done that too... I thought to myself, and I cried.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&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/29501425-1549513928957286088?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/1549513928957286088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=1549513928957286088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/1549513928957286088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/1549513928957286088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-wish-i-would-have-told-her-touched-my.html' title='I wish I would have told her... - Touched my heart...'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-1843325115066262437</id><published>2007-01-13T23:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-14T08:51:06.848+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I bought my first Digital Still Cam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;WOW.... tired... totally... didn't sleep last night... and.. didn't sleep the whole day.. actually.. since last few days... I am not sleeping well...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... this has been happening since a long long time... sleepless nights.. since I've come to Hyderabad. Anyways in the evening, everyone was interested in going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahmedabad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to check out some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jewellery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; exhibition and I said wow... free ride to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ahmedabad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I wont have to drive... so I jumped in. I set up a quick meeting with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=15640492108546984710"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rikin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; and we decided to meet near to Fun Republic. I dropped all the family members at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rajpath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Club and rushed to FR ... though its only two minutes drive... I like to do it... drive like nuts in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ahmedabad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...:P and reached FR. Within few minutes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rikin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was there and then we started hunting.. yeah I was looking for a decent digital cam and then.. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;calle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=14532715858258094246"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pradeep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; for more information as I am no more...the information keeper about digital cams. He suggested to go for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;DSC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; W70. So we looked in two-three stores while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;talkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about my new job and his new job at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and lot of all stuff. But we could not find a single store selling any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;DSC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; W100 and I was running out of time as I needed the cam for tomorrow's celebration. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Atlast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Rikin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; left and I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Rajpath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to get everybody and so we can go home to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Gandhinagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. On our way I saw Sony World on S.G. Highway and my father stopped the car. After spending some time looking at other options, I finalized for Sony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;DSC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; W100 for a handsome amount. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Anywayz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we came back after getting some other stuff for myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After coming back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Gandhinagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we decided to go back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Ahmedabad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and get kites so I headed back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ahmedabad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I called &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=2424943858709051215"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Chirag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=2414010014244296575"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Roank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to come so we can go and buy kites together. Again it was fun, it was so crowded even at midnight that we could hardly manage to reach our car after buying kites. Now I look forward to tomorrow... the big day... my first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Uttarayan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after we moved to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Gandhinagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I will sure put some pics once I get some free time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imaging-resource.com/PRODS/W100/W100A.HTM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Click Here to read about Sony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;DSC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; W100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&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/29501425-1843325115066262437?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/1843325115066262437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=1843325115066262437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/1843325115066262437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/1843325115066262437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-bought-my-first-digital-still-cam.html' title='I bought my first Digital Still Cam'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-8126248871771156291</id><published>2007-01-12T22:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-14T08:51:27.277+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LOL.. Going back to home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know... I am not being my self anymore, I am changing... they are positive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ofcourse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but they are killing me... slowly... one by one... they are fading all away... my rage.. my passion to hunt my foes.. my anger that has been my driving force... my hatred that has been my life line.. and in this phase... strangely... I miss my family.. my friends... and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahmedabad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; keeps calling me... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahmedabad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... as I am writing.. I felt something.. that raised inside... for a second... maybe a thunderstorm of feelings that came along with the name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ahmedabad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... there are so many memories woven with this name... this polluted... crowded.. dirty city...where I was used to race against time on a scooter to reach college...where my heart missed a beat when I saw a cute face on my first day at college.. where I felt the first raindrops and complained to god why I am alone.. where I got some of my best friends... where I learnt things that helped me to survive the world outside... where I was used to feel like a king ... where I travelled in overcrowded bus no. 50... where my father taught me some of the best lessons of my life.. where I learnt that you will not get everything you want in your life.. where I... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;naaah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; let me stop here... it can go on and on...I am happy... today... I was there in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ahmedabad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... just 15 days back.. and now I am getting a chance... again.. to go back... today is Friday... and tomorrow is my flight.. as usual early morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;spicejet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; flight that takes me home in exactly..1.30Hrs. I am so excited.. I just don't have words...lets see...&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/29501425-8126248871771156291?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/8126248871771156291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=8126248871771156291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/8126248871771156291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/8126248871771156291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2007/01/lol-going-back-to-home.html' title='LOL.. Going back to home...'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-4086070220786876714</id><published>2007-01-03T23:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-14T08:51:38.694+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh My God!!! I got a Passport!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know... I know how lame it sounds... but you know its... fun... after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lotsa&lt;/span&gt; hassle.. I have got it at last... today I flied from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HYD&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AHM&lt;/span&gt; in the early morning Spice Jet flight(Yeah.. that's cheap too...) and then I reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AHM&lt;/span&gt; on time... as usual I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;drived&lt;/span&gt; back to home... it feels so nice when I get to drive. One thing I miss after coming to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HYD&lt;/span&gt; is driving my car though its a pretty old one(7 n half year to be specific) its amazing when it comes to pleasure part of driving. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anywayz&lt;/span&gt; I did some time pass as usual... went to see Team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ESS&lt;/span&gt; members and took enough care to not to mess like last time when I booked the ticket for the next day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Anywayz&lt;/span&gt; we reached to Passport office in time and then started the long wait..... it was nothing special.. but had to wait... wait.. n wait.. and luckily... I got it.... I missed some procedure(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; you think that I am the king of 'I Mess it all' region?) and so ended up at the end of the game. I was the last one to get Passport on that day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Anywayz&lt;/span&gt;! I took it ... bought some sweets for my friends in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;HYD&lt;/span&gt; and flied... as usual the flight was late and had to wait a lot.. but it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;... today was my day... I cleared a big hurdle... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt; to get the Passport. Now I have one more challenge, I need to get US Visa. Let's see when I get 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/29501425-4086070220786876714?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/4086070220786876714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=4086070220786876714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/4086070220786876714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/4086070220786876714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-my-god-i-got-passport.html' title='Oh My God!!! I got a Passport!!!!'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-6155148117434780158</id><published>2007-01-01T09:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:34:07.745+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My favourite on Picasa : The World : As I See It...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 83%; WIDTH: 194px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="BACKGROUND: url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left 50%; HEIGHT: 194px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/chinmay.in/TheWorldAsISeeIt"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; MARGIN-TOP: 16px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="160" src="http://lh3.google.com/image/chinmay.in/RaCEHa56BEE/AAAAAAAAAZc/60OpbjsNjf0/s160-c/TheWorldAsISeeIt.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/chinmay.in/TheWorldAsISeeIt"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-DECORATION: nonecolor:#4d4d4d;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The World... As I See It...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: #808080"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-6155148117434780158?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://picasaweb.google.com/chinmay.in/TheWorldAsISeeIt' title='My favourite on Picasa : The World : As I See It...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/6155148117434780158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=6155148117434780158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/6155148117434780158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/6155148117434780158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-favourite-on-picasa-world-as-i-see.html' title='My favourite on Picasa : The World : As I See It...'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-5446359423903541148</id><published>2006-12-27T23:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-19T03:42:23.849+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What the Hell.....The why I dont have a Passport? story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I must admit that I must be out of my mind when I decided that I will not get a passport 3 years back when I started my career with ESS. It wasn't only that I didn't want to hurt my father's feelings and never wanted to go away, it was somewhat laziness too 'cause at that time Passport was used to take a looooong time... yeah ... really long time... and was kindda odd process to follow. And after coming out of my initial craziness about US I thought I'll never ever go abroad. I thought I will not ever need a passport. Over the time my father was used to bring passport forms 'cause he thought one day I might need it. And yeah I remember he filled in the forms for me 3-4 times... but I never signed them... was thinking I don't give it a damn. I don't wanna go anywhere ... why I'll need a passport? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And then... I moved to Hyderabad in an amazing software development firm and as soon as I met my manager, the first thing that striked me out from the air... was : what???? YOU DON'T HAVE A PASSPORT? so I went all frenzy and called home that I will have to get a passport. And then we began the process and there were too many hurdles and then at last I got it right and my application went in directly to the Regional Passport office and then I went there to submit it on time... and woooo... what I come to know is I wont be able to do it as ACCORDING to the rules I didn't have enough documents. So I had to go back home and gather them. Next day.... another monkey sprang out of the box saying the document I have produced is not proper it should be done the other way... and I was .... Holy.... Cow... for god's sake... can somebody tell me... what's going on in here.... anywayz after a lot of road-running, high-adrenaline action I could submit my application but trust me it was tough and I must say I did nothing... my father did all the hard work for me... and I take this opportunity to thank him... I am not sure whether he is going to read this or not but I felt like people who read my blog(may be no one reads this blog...) must know the truth that without his help I would have never submitted my passport application and ofcourse when I see back ... in my dark days I must say he was the only one who trusted me, nowadays I have got so many friends but in my hard times he was the only person who believed in me. He stood beside me in every thing I screwed up let it be 12th Science, my BCA, my first job... everything. So here I guess... I have said wat I wanted to say about my father and the Passport now lets see what happens next....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-5446359423903541148?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/5446359423903541148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=5446359423903541148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/5446359423903541148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/5446359423903541148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2007/03/123.html' title='What the Hell.....The why I dont have a Passport? story'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-8045817119270852520</id><published>2006-12-23T01:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-12T02:18:27.895+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ohh... I am going back...to home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah... I planned this... a long ago... to be specific did it on 5th December I booked the tickets. This time I am going to have a big Xmas time :) Ofcourse I am going back after almost 1 n half month and I know for sure its going to be fun. I have arranged a lotsa things to have fun.. so catch you guyz after Xmas. :) Happy Holidays....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-8045817119270852520?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/8045817119270852520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=8045817119270852520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/8045817119270852520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/8045817119270852520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2006/12/ohh-i-am-going-backto-home.html' title='Ohh... I am going back...to home...'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-645054709396325733</id><published>2006-12-18T23:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-03T01:59:27.711+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Training Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Just before last weekend started, on Friday night, I was having dinner with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Avi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Prateek&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Saurab&lt;/span&gt;. Suddenly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Avi&lt;/span&gt; started saying about the training we are going to get on Email Writing. I was shocked... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bit amazed and furious too... as I was thinking that what kind of joke it is? After spending these many years (You know if I count my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Infocity&lt;/span&gt; days too, my total experience is now reaching to approximately 6 years) in the industry and writing thousands of emails to managers/customers/peers I have to go through training on writing emails? That was my first reaction to the whole thing. Also it was mandatory so I didn't have any other option than attending it. I was disappointed at that time but really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t know that I am going to be totally wrong in a very near future. So on 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, Monday morning, I was on my desk on time, but was late for the training but then nobody was there and I thought that I will not have to go to the training. But I was wrong, and after an hour of confusion... running here n there finally we were in... inside the training room. And then I saw our trainer for the day. I'll refer her as MG (Don't wanna be in any trouble). First impression was she was very enthusiastic and organized but as we progressed in the training for the day I saw many qualities which are essential in any trainer. First thing, this was the only training in which I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t sleep reason the trainer charged the entire room with energy. There was not a single chance for you to do anything else during the training as she was always watchful and proactive to stop any kind of extra co-curricular activities we would have tried to do. During the training I learnt a good deal of things in Email writing that is trainer was well-prepared, had enough things to teach, didn't use PowerPoint to bore us, was eager to answer our queries and best of all she made the whole session very interactive so that we don’t loose interest. Really it was a whole new experience for me to be in this training as I have never seen somebody training this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the training was over I was thinking that what If all the trainers in India were like this or at least they try to be like this, I can guarantee that things would have been lot easier for all of us. I don’t know why but most of the trainers I have seen lake the essential qualities and then results are well known. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Anywayz&lt;/span&gt;, I guess I have many more things to say... but then I will be ending up writing an essay instead of a Blog Post.... :)&lt;/span&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/29501425-645054709396325733?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/645054709396325733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=645054709396325733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/645054709396325733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/645054709396325733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2006/12/training-day.html' title='The Training Day...'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-1462169895462989840</id><published>2006-12-18T00:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:49:30.737+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Dreams DO try to tell me something... I just dont get it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at the post... below this... just below this post I wrote about my dream, in that dream, I was in a strange condition, I called it strange, but it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shameful&lt;/span&gt;...actually.... and it happened... exactly.. the meaning was that only...I was supposed to complete a simple task that I would have done when I was having zero experience of any given technology, and just day before yesterday I saw myself... just like a dumb person ... who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; know anything...about simple stuff in computing... it was awful... I would have died... but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;... 'cause I am shameless, but one thing is for sure, from now onwards, I'll be extremely careful and may be dangerous on professional front. As right now I am just being soft with the people around me 'cause I just want to make them feel good.. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dint&lt;/span&gt; want to unleash the beast that stays inside me... the hidden creature .... the sleeping evilness that I am holding back.... deep inside me... must stay the way it is right now... No No... I am not out of my mind, people who knows me after I entered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ETI&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dint&lt;/span&gt; know... what I am? Only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ZWAP&lt;/span&gt; knows... how I was, he felt it the very first day he entered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ETI&lt;/span&gt; and was sitting beside me, but thanks to him, today I am pure....I am clean... I am a nice human being(I am proud to be nice), I wanna stay this way, but people won't allow me to be like this, they want me to open the dark door... they want the beast to be awaken... and I look at them... pity on them... the day I start changing... back to original me.. I'll be a good professional but a useless person... now choice is theirs..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;alright&lt;/span&gt;... should stop now.... wanna sleep tight.... I wanna start a fresh day.... tomorrow.... peace........&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/29501425-1462169895462989840?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/1462169895462989840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=1462169895462989840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/1462169895462989840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/1462169895462989840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-dreams-do-try-to-tell-me-something-i.html' title='My Dreams DO try to tell me something... I just dont get it...'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-8094576378939920400</id><published>2006-11-25T23:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-26T17:54:28.625+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I saw a dream... - My DeJa Wu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, when I woke up, just before that... it was going on... in my mind... I do remember... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; was going on...exactly... it was so... intense... I just cant ignore it... the dream in my mind.. said I'll be in a very strange condition, something that is literally impossible, but the dream was suggesting that... repeatedly that I am damn sure.... that it'll happen... one or the other way... well... thats fine... next thing I saw... I was playing some super hero (most probably Neo from the Matrix), and was trying to hit some one ... who was at that moment was powerful than me, and I did see a lot of sci-fi stuff ... too... so I am not quiet sure... what that does mean...I hope that is something... good for me... not quiet... sure though.... anywayz... thats it... I just wanted to blog it so that I dont forget about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-8094576378939920400?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/8094576378939920400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=8094576378939920400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/8094576378939920400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/8094576378939920400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-saw-dream-my-deja-wu.html' title='I saw a dream... - My DeJa Wu'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-6187958508901180916</id><published>2006-11-18T22:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-03T01:51:08.502+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes... I just dont get it right...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey.. I am back, how many of you have felt this... sometimes... you just feel like doing nothing... all the day... sitting idle... or trying to sleep... looking at the fan.... and just thinking about what you'll do.... or what you'll not do... and so on.... I just faced... yeah... I woke up late as usual and then did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; NOTHING for the whole day... just kept surfing the net, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;orkutting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, checking my mails, playing games, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; downloading things... but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; do anything that comes in day to day action plan for a normal human being... my lazy-la-meter is going above 100 points....I see... mess in my room... important documents... are lying like they are week old newspapers having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;zero&lt;/span&gt; face-value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its not like that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to do anything, I sometimes... just freeze... just like some beautiful witch has played a time-bound spell on me.. yeah... you are right... sometimes.. I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get it right... I hope it will be fixed when I wake up tomorrow morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-6187958508901180916?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/6187958508901180916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=6187958508901180916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/6187958508901180916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/6187958508901180916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2006/11/somestimes-i-just-dont-get-it-right.html' title='Sometimes... I just dont get it right...'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-6437223176911358791</id><published>2006-10-19T01:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-02T01:52:00.773+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah... I was so excited.... you know when you've planned to go home to celebrate Diwali... you basically put yourself in a top gear... so I was excited. I got ready in the morning, and went to MS as I had a meeting with Rajiv there. I was supposed to get future directions. I talked with Rajiv and was out in 10 minutes. Basically I was not good with advanced technologies, so he told me to get acquainted with WCF. Well... not a problem... as for me... watever is new... is kewl... so I said fine. Then I went back to see off the team members, when I was talkin with Ashwani, somebody came to us and raised a question, 'cause I positively replied to that question, when I reached to HYD airport, it was showing some 3.15. Luckily I came to know from Jet's ticket counter that there was a direct flight to AHM. I was surprised, 'cause as per my knowledge there was not any direct flight. But it was true, there was an internatinoal flight going to kuwait via AHM so I jumped in, but the flight was delayed, it was re-scheduled to depart at 9.30 so I decided to go back to JayaBheri so I can take rest and can roam around. So I went to JayaBheri, but before that I bought something for Kali, as I didnt gift her anything on her birthday recently. At 7 I got a call that the flight is delayed again and will depart at 10.30 so I started at some 8 and got some stuff to eat on the way to Airport and once I reached there... I did take my time to reach to security check. After Security Check again, I waited a lot and at 11.45 the flight took off. so at 1.15 I reached at AHM Airport. Daddy, Kali and Chintu mama were there so I got into the car and started for home, once at home I took some what rest and then went for sleep at 3 in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-6437223176911358791?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/6437223176911358791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=6437223176911358791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/6437223176911358791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/6437223176911358791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2006/10/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-2388099316247213702</id><published>2006-10-15T15:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-03T01:42:53.025+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah...lets forget the other dates.. I am going to blog... almost every day from nowonwards... lets see... for how long I can keep the promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 4... umm... before 4 AM in the morning... who could sleep when your wildes dream is about to come true? so hardly I slept for 2-3 hours.... but stilll I could wake up and got ready... as usual there were mess... 'cause me == mess as soon as non-computing stuff is concerned. so anyhow I got ready by 5... and we started for Ahmedabad, Air port in 3 cars. See the beauty guyz I didnt forget anything, I got almost everything that I was supposed to take... to HYD.. I broke it.. I published this entry after 8 months from the date you are seeing for this post... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-2388099316247213702?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/2388099316247213702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=2388099316247213702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/2388099316247213702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/2388099316247213702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2006/10/yeah_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-115202807750453895</id><published>2006-07-02T21:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-29T23:22:49.785+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A nice day and Gaayatri Yagya....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoooooooooooooooraaaaaaayyyy.... Today, there was a gaayatri yagya at our new house. Now its done and we can move in any time.... I am tooo excited about it. Its going to be a whole lot of fun and also it'll bring a lot of things to my life - New friendz, New work schedules, New places to hang around and more .... here are some pics taken during the Yagya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2033/3601/400/02072006%28004%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2033/3601/400/02072006%28002%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2033/3601/400/02072006%28001%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2033/3601/400/02072006%28010%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-115202807750453895?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/115202807750453895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=115202807750453895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/115202807750453895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/115202807750453895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2006/07/nice-day-and-gaayatri-yagya.html' title='A nice day and Gaayatri Yagya....'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-115202775216211441</id><published>2006-07-01T20:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:12:32.203+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A day before a nice day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yoo..... Today is saturday.... one fine day... I woke up late and then I CSed a lot. In the evening everybody moved to Gandhinagar for the Gaayatri Yagya we've arranged at our new house before we move in. I didnt go with them. I waited till 8-8.30 and then took bus to Gandhinagar. When I reached there, I came to know that I dont need to stay there 'cause everything was very well organized and everyone was ready for the Yagya. So I went to Sector 2 and I stayed there for the whole night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-115202775216211441?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/115202775216211441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=115202775216211441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/115202775216211441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/115202775216211441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-before-nice-day.html' title='A day before a nice day'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-115031342086954457</id><published>2006-06-15T00:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:27:42.140+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An Average day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmm.... I got some free time today so I came back to home. At home .... sweet home there was nothing I could eat so I called up Chirag so we can go for a movie. I took my car n went to Subhashbridge. Damn.... we were late... n didnt get tickets so came back. On my way home I bought ice cream, chocolates etc. and when I reached home, I ended up eating everything I bought... huh... n I complain that I m overweight eventhough I dont eat a lot ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-115031342086954457?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/115031342086954457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=115031342086954457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/115031342086954457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/115031342086954457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2006/06/average-day.html' title='An Average day...'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-115031306427302533</id><published>2006-06-14T23:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-15T00:54:24.286+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yet another celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week it was Chee's birthday and today Kumar was birthday boy. I got pastries and went to ETI. Also got crystal cover for Arpan's 6630(He got one yesterday). I reached to ETI n did put the things in place n then it all started. Wasted time in the morning.... and did some R&amp;D on ;)... at 3, we all went to cafe and had a lil celebration and had a nice time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-115031306427302533?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/115031306427302533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=115031306427302533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/115031306427302533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/115031306427302533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2006/06/yet-another-celebration.html' title='Yet another celebration'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-115013471341071802</id><published>2006-06-12T23:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-12T23:21:53.480+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It rains...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Waaaaaaaaaazzzzzzzzzzzzzzup? yeah.......its back.... after a two weeks break(aint this bit long?) it rained a lot... so I stayed back at ETI and came back home... Home Sweet Home...I've a real problem here... when it rains.... I just go out of control.... feelings rise like tidal waves... things look blurry... its not rain... its me who's got the problem after all. Monsoon reminds me... that I am all alone in this world. I've friends, relatives... and a family too... but sometimes...I feel lonely... damn.... lonely... especially during monsoon. The clouds, the fregrance in the air, the wind, sound of raindrops when they hit the ground... I feel like I am being dissolved in it, like I am no more alone... 'cause I dont exist at all... I loose my identity..myself.. and when you dont exist... YOU dont feel lonely... yeah... I dont feel lonely anymore when it rains... alright.... too much for today... I am gonna close this here ... catch ya soon... hopefully ... tomorrow... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-115013471341071802?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/115013471341071802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=115013471341071802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/115013471341071802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/115013471341071802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-rains.html' title='It rains...'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-115019679446568329</id><published>2006-06-11T21:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-15T00:56:33.323+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I love sunday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hmmmm....Sunday... again... I had plans for the whole day. Wanted to do some R&amp;D on networking instead I ended up playing CS:CZ in the whole morning. In noon went to complete the "peti-aanu" and came back. Afterwards everyone went to Gandhinagar, but I stayed back and I was watching TV. And then Poonam called me, she said to me go outside and look in north, 'cause there was a rainbow, however I couldnt go outside. I asked her to take snaps of it and she did it... here are they :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2940/446/1600/11062006.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2940/446/1600/11062006(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2940/446/400/11062006%28004%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2940/446/1600/11062006(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2940/446/400/11062006%28003%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2940/446/400/11062006%28001%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2940/446/400/11062006%28002%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks a lot for the images Poonam :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-115019679446568329?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/115019679446568329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=115019679446568329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/115019679446568329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/115019679446568329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-love-sunday.html' title='I love sunday...'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-114991336842505602</id><published>2006-06-10T09:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-10T09:52:48.433+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my reflextion....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi All,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to start blogging how I see the world, and how I feel about it.... here are they....My Reflextions... come....to see the real me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chinmay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-114991336842505602?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/114991336842505602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=114991336842505602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/114991336842505602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/114991336842505602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2006/06/welcome-to-my-reflextion.html' title='Welcome to my reflextion....'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29501425.post-5761357190748583450</id><published>2006-01-29T12:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-31T12:08:48.930+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Delhi Visit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah today is a big day...going to visit Delhi today. It was a short visit - One Day. I did visit some good places and.. some how I did like it. It was not that bad. Yeah traffic was terrific..but thats fine.. I am from Ahmedabad..remember? Anywayz not much to write about this one so just check out the Album. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: 194px"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left 50%; HEIGHT: 194px" align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/chinmay.in/DelhiVisit"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 1px 0px 0px 4px" height="160" src="http://lh3.google.com/chinmay.in/RcAeDtwN2TE/AAAAAAAAAgA/9WxCswFpVv0/s160-c/DelhiVisit.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #4d4d4d; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/chinmay.in/DelhiVisit"&gt;Delhi Visit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29501425-5761357190748583450?l=myreflextion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://picasaweb.google.com/chinmay.in/DelhiVisit' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/feeds/5761357190748583450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29501425&amp;postID=5761357190748583450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/5761357190748583450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29501425/posts/default/5761357190748583450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myreflextion.blogspot.com/2006/01/delhi-visit.html' title='Delhi Visit...'/><author><name>Chinmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553884025120097399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
