<?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-13953164</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:08:15.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaleidoscopic views</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953164/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>saurabh Bhatia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08271684812100305444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/114/6589/1024/xsxx.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953164.post-115780132872254241</id><published>2006-09-09T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T04:32:02.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4178/1247/1600/Image073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4178/1247/320/Image073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I read an article today in the newspaper informing about the rise in sensex.I thought of expressing my views regarding the article to the editor.But as of work pressure,I was not ready to take the pain of searching the editor's id.So, I thought of opining in my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Before opining, I will like to mention the origin of the words Finance and money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;The word 'money' comes from the Latin 'Moneta', the surname of the Roman goddess Juno in whose temple coins were made. As a tribute to Juno, Romans built a temple in her honour and kept their coinage here. She came to be known as the guardian of finances and her second name 'Moneta' evolved into one of mankind's most favourite words: money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Finance derives from the Latin 'finis' and Old French word 'fin' for fine, which originally meant 'end'. The French word for finance came to mean both 'payment' and 'ending', but in the 18th century the English adapted it to mean 'the management of money'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Without any further ado,lets get into the thick of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;After the financial crisis of 1997 in Asia, all Asian countries including India were crippled.At that time, India needed heavy capital inflows.There came the FIIs into picture.From then onwards,FII investments in India is increasing and has become the major component of the Indian financial market.Thus, FIIs have become the major contributor in any financial activity.Indian financial market has become a puppet in the hands of FIIs.But now, India has recuperated from the financial crisis and do not need FIIs any more.It has become self sufficient.And it can be seen with ease in the share market.As can be seen from yesterday's sensex, it rose despite the heavy sellings by FIIs.This rise is attributed to domestic MFs who were the major buyer.This is a strong indication of Indian economy being fundamentally strong.Despite this, there are debates going on in India regarding full currency convertibility.With the implementation of full currency convertibility,India will lose control of the inflow/outflow of the capital from the country.This will lead to a surge in FIIs,as per India's prosperous future.And once again India will become a puppet in the hands of FIIs.&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/13953164-115780132872254241?l=saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com/feeds/115780132872254241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953164&amp;postID=115780132872254241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953164/posts/default/115780132872254241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953164/posts/default/115780132872254241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com/2006/09/f.html' title=''/><author><name>saurabh Bhatia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08271684812100305444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/114/6589/1024/xsxx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953164.post-115719970484939956</id><published>2006-09-02T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T05:33:02.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4178/1247/1600/101_8101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4178/1247/320/101_8101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;SHELL........a haunting call&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Shell,a US MNC,is leader in oil and gas business.Last year, they visited our campus for recruitment.The procedure of recruitment included two HR telephonic interviews followed by a face to face technical interview.As their HR HQ is in Malaysia,so telephonic interview was to be conducted from Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the interview process started, the mismanagement in the company started surfacing.&lt;br /&gt;So one morning at about 6 am, I got a call from the Malaysia. "Hello Saurabh, are you ready for the telephonic interview ",a lady said in a charming voice.The lady, who hailed from HR Shell, did not bother to consider the time gap between the countries.Forget this, they did not even have the courtesy to intimate me about the interview.Anyways, out of curiosity I replied her in Yes and gave the interview early morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week, they stopped taking interviews.I found myself to be the lucky one who got interviewed. Many people did not even get the call and many more did not even get to know about their application status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece of mismanagement is nothing if you consider one of my close friend's so-called-interview. He also got a call at 6 am in the morning.He replied in a humble manner that he is not convenient right now.Can you call after half an hour.To his chagrin, call didn't turn up.Surprisingly, after a week again he got a call. This time he was riding his cycle.So, again in a decent way,he requested them to call back in 15 mins.Much to his frustration, even that call never turned up.He was totally flustered but anyways,as the time passed by, his frustration went down and he was living happily till last week.This time, he got a mail in a very gentle manner asking him to give the date and time of the interview as per his convenience.He was very happy for the mail(as if it's first time). He asked them to call at 9 am in the morning. One&lt;br /&gt;night before,he prepared for the interview and slept early in the night.Much to his disappointment, the phone rang at 6 am the next morning. In a gentle way, he reminded them that they were supposed to call at 9 am.The charming voice agreed with him and replied "OK" . And it's now one week, he is still waiting for the call. This time frustration level is at new high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he is fully ready,not for the interview, but to hurl all the bad words he know as soon as he hears that charming voice.The phone bell has become a nightmare for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As new batch at my college is poised to sit for the campus, I hope that this time the Shell will conduct the interview in an organised way else hope to see the new blogs about the company's mismanagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, this story has equipped us with the tool to tease him,my friend.......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Just call him at 6 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953164-115719970484939956?l=saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com/feeds/115719970484939956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953164&amp;postID=115719970484939956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953164/posts/default/115719970484939956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953164/posts/default/115719970484939956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com/2006/09/shell.html' title=''/><author><name>saurabh Bhatia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08271684812100305444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/114/6589/1024/xsxx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953164.post-115554780481073982</id><published>2006-08-14T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T04:15:56.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4178/1247/1600/Picture(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4178/1247/320/Picture%2819%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A touching story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There was a boy and a girl.The boy was introvert in nature. He could not express his emotions.He felt everything,sorrow and happiness, but could not express these feelings to others.Like this,sacrificing and suppression of feelings became his habit.He could do nothing for the nature given to him by God.He loved his parents a lot.For him, parents are second to none.On the contrary, girl was extrovert in nature.She was jolly in nature. She had the canny ability to express anything she felt like.She was very assertive that made her the centre of attraction wherever she went.One day, they met and became friends.The boy always liked her nature and always wanted to be like her Whereas the girl being smug,did not demanded anything.As the iotime passed, the bond of their friendship became stronger.The boy wanted to propose her but the domain of boy's courage was unreachable to her.With that snippet ofcourage,boy did not give his struggle.As the more time passed, the bond of their friendship became more stronger.Now, the girl was close to the boy's snippet domain.In the mean time,girl also felt the inclination towards the boy.On one day, the girl catched the signal and they welded into relationship.They both lived happily.Life became blossom for them.They both had the long term planning.They wanted to marry.The problems started raining from this moment of time.Girl's parents did not like the boy and boy's parents did not like girl.Girl, being assertive in nature, was able to take the ball from her parents' court.But for boy,it was very poignant situation. He did not want to play the match with his parents and still wanted the ball in his court.For the sake of better life,he lukewarmly decided to play the match with his parents.While playing the match, he could see the worry lines on the face of his parents that made his heart thawed.So, he acted as per the nature given to him by God.He decided to suppress his love.He decided to keep his parents happy.He came to nadir in the heck of time.Time warp was making him feel down.His mental state became ruptured.He thought that days will become normal soon but that did not happen.That nature was drowning him into the dark well.He could see the black hole on the going way.In order to avoid drowning, he tried to ramble his hands.In the wake of that and after a very long time, he is now happy with his extrovert nature.This metamorphism is always reminding him of the girl.He is worried about the metamorphism in the girl.He wants metamorphism in the girl to be from the extrovert to more extrovert, not from extrovert to introvert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Courtesy : it's for u to guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953164-115554780481073982?l=saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com/feeds/115554780481073982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953164&amp;postID=115554780481073982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953164/posts/default/115554780481073982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953164/posts/default/115554780481073982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com/2006/08/touching-story-there-was-boy-and-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>saurabh Bhatia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08271684812100305444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/114/6589/1024/xsxx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953164.post-114639181165614702</id><published>2006-04-30T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T03:47:39.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6589/1024/hello5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 4px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6589/320/hello5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello5 &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Getting emotional engenders sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;It is not a study or research conducted by any university. It is the practical observation among the final year students of kgp in their last days at their alma mater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I never thought that my last few days at IIT will be so much weird. First 4 years of my stay at IIT passed like a page in my life's book(after which my all BTech friends left the place) &amp; the fifth yr in itself has become a tome &amp;amp; is still writing pages.With the 15 odd days to culmiante my student life, life is crawling at worm's pace. Every morning I wake up, find nothing to do, sit on comp, do some crap, again find nothing to do, get little emotional (thinking last few days @IIT), remain emotional for some time and then go to sleep. Again wake up, think of last few days @IIT, get emotional and then again go to sleep. Whenever I get emotional, I try to discuss things with my friends but unable to find anybody as all of them r sleeping. So, this theory can be extended to my friends alias final yr dual degree students. Hence, Getting emotional engenders sleep for final yr dual degree students at IIT Kgp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wake up guys!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953164-114639181165614702?l=saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com/feeds/114639181165614702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953164&amp;postID=114639181165614702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953164/posts/default/114639181165614702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953164/posts/default/114639181165614702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello5-getting-emotional-engenders.html' title=''/><author><name>saurabh Bhatia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08271684812100305444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/114/6589/1024/xsxx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953164.post-112033731101326549</id><published>2005-08-23T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T10:42:16.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/114/6589/1024/mag_037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 4px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/114/6589/320/mag_037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ignited minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It really feels nice when dreams come true.I am talking about the dream that our President Abdul kalam has seen to make India a developed country by 2020.He is putting his all out efforts to make this dream true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was raining cats and dogs when i woke up early in the morning &amp; the inclement weather was showing no signs of getting pacified.Beside me , my brother was sitting &amp;amp; he looked spruced as if ready to go out somewhere.The lines on his face was showing that he is saddened by the rain.He was having a class at FIITJEE . So, I took my sleazy car &amp; decided to drop him to his institute. As I sat in the car , i didnt put up the seat belt thinking who the hell will check my seat belt in this miserable weather conditions.Anyhow, i proceeded with the wipers on.As i proceeded towards the crossing, i was amazed to see that all traffic signals were working &amp;amp; above that no one around was breaching the rules.At a distance, i could barely descry a traffic policeman in the white uniform enveloped by the rain coat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.He was not shirking his responsibilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.As soon as I saw him , I hastened to put up my seat belt in order to eschew the hefty amount of fine.He was not shirking his responsibilities.As I crossed many traffic signals, i saw the police officers everywere.The number was inordinately higher than the normal days in order to control the traffic.I was really happy to see them working hard despite such miserable conditions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There I realised that days are not far when our country will be reckoning in the list of the developed nations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953164-112033731101326549?l=saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com/feeds/112033731101326549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953164&amp;postID=112033731101326549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953164/posts/default/112033731101326549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953164/posts/default/112033731101326549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com/2005/08/ignited-minds-it-really-feels-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>saurabh Bhatia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08271684812100305444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/114/6589/1024/xsxx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953164.post-112006106235718166</id><published>2005-06-29T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T15:06:05.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/114/6589/1024/modify01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 4px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/114/6589/320/modify01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nothing else matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Life is too small to see the whole world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;World is too small &amp; life is too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My mind has always been bifuracted with these two issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Am i content with the group of people around me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This question leaves me to vexation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There are billions of souls in this world.In order to choose the best one among them is blatantly impossible .Its like searching a corner in a circular room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So, what should we do now.Should we stop exploring the world or should we remain contented with the status quo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Or should we assume that our other half will be quid pro quo by god in lieu of our karma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Searching for the perfect never ends.Marriage means you have presumably reached the end of your searching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Law says that we should not forsake our spouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Does it mean that we should stop searching for the perfect after marriage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Is marriage the end of our searching?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Amazing thing is that its the government of the country deciding your destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just ponder,how much time you spent on the most important task of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Another thing that shocks me is the bountiful constraints that are put on this important task. These constraints span from religion to demographics,from geographic to economic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Getting an optimized solution after putting so many constraints is like Hobson's choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Getting a perfect one like this is nothing but  a fluke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Its not a maverick idea to talk about. Its the part of everyone's life. A day will definitely come in everyone's life when they will be thinking on these lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The nitty gritty of the blog  is that your own decision is germane to the idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Nothing else matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saurabh Bhatia &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953164-112006106235718166?l=saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com/feeds/112006106235718166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953164&amp;postID=112006106235718166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953164/posts/default/112006106235718166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953164/posts/default/112006106235718166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com/2005/06/nothing-else-matters-life-is-too-small.html' title=''/><author><name>saurabh Bhatia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08271684812100305444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/114/6589/1024/xsxx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953164.post-112006099486558812</id><published>2005-06-29T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T04:20:05.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/114/6589/1024/000_0227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 4px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/114/6589/320/000_0227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Time Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;One and the only one thing that i learnt in my 4 yrs at IIT is the time management.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have become much more than an individual endowed with engineering skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I realised this in the last weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As i was in the blues (read my previous blog) last friday, my guide added an extra load to me by giving me an assignment to be finished by monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyways, the weekend started with the party time.Me &amp; my friends organised bacchanalian parties in the night &amp;amp; the days passed in freaking out with my close pals.These all were the compensation to my mood-off &amp; i felt as if i'm doing all these to eclipse the blues.When you are in real blues, u come out of the local worldly affairs &amp;amp; think at the higher levels.At that moment , you realise that guide's assignment is just a trivial thing &amp; my coming out of the blue is the main assignment to be solved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was unable to pay attention to the relevant stimuli &amp; reduce non-essential antecedants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyways weekend passed &amp; there were only few hours left with me to submit an assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There rang the bell in my mind &amp; i started imagining my guide like a red rage to a bull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In that fear, i started my assignment despite having sleepless night.I worked continuously for 4 hours &amp; did the assignment.After finishing assignment, i felt very happy &amp;amp; was flying in the air.Within 4 hrs , my story turned from rags- to- riches.I was feeling proud of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And also i noticed that i was not in blue anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And i was happy to see that i was getting control over myself &amp; my internal environment was so fresh &amp;amp; clean.Self management is the biggest happiness of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I owe my great happiness to my institute that taught me time management which itself incorporates the self management.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saurabh Bhatia &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953164-112006099486558812?l=saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com/feeds/112006099486558812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953164&amp;postID=112006099486558812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953164/posts/default/112006099486558812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953164/posts/default/112006099486558812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com/2005/06/time-management-one-and-only-one-thing_29.html' title=''/><author><name>saurabh Bhatia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08271684812100305444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/114/6589/1024/xsxx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13953164.post-111976858058693718</id><published>2005-06-25T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:02:54.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/114/6589/1024/DSCF3024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 4px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/114/6589/320/DSCF3024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Out of the Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I always long for Blue rather it be colour, movies ,band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But this time , i'm in blue because of something that happened out of the blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Something in life occurs in very mercurious way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You can never predict what a girl wants from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I recently experienced it. I was there with a girl for last month and i enjoyed many happening moments with her.She was very happy with me and her body gestures demanded me to devote more time for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A Month passed happily and my allegiance to her was running deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I mustered my courage to propose her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And there came the astronomical unpredictability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then i realised the eternal truth of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Girls in themselves are big enigma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This out of the blue incident drived me into blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Saurabh Bhatia &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13953164-111976858058693718?l=saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com/feeds/111976858058693718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13953164&amp;postID=111976858058693718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953164/posts/default/111976858058693718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13953164/posts/default/111976858058693718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saurabhbhatia.blogspot.com/2005/06/out-of-blue-i-always-long-_111976858058693718.html' title=''/><author><name>saurabh Bhatia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08271684812100305444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/114/6589/1024/xsxx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
