tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266447072012-01-08T19:04:08.195+05:30Trotting on, a regal symphony. Mighty yawn, teeth glowering ominously. That aberrated bark, are my Pug Marks!Himanshu Bhagathttps://profiles.google.com/111455455659925186049noreply@blogger.comBlogger1611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26644707.post-21360974795690297132011-10-10T01:07:00.000+05:302011-10-10T01:07:11.469+05:30

Photo Courtesy: www.trekearth.com I'd sit with you Oh Arabian Sea My thoughts would sail Holding the colorful fishes' trail Calm my nerves ruptured Watching that distant ship anchored Forget my mournful days Pelting the rocks your constant waves Strengthen my emotional defense Rippled water your fence But no, I just can't sit My last local leaves in a bit

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This one will definitely ruffle a few but then, it is my blog, isn't it? I actually feel like arguing but stop myself one step short realizing it may usually be futile. Cities like Bangalore, Gurgaon (yes, it is Gurgaon and not Delhi), Hyderabad and Mumbai have always faced the wrath of people working there. Most of them don't like their work cities. Most of them do not belong to these cities

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I don't spill My thoughts in ink To praise your beauty And what you mean to me Though it is true That every thought I spew In my head Has an indelible mark of you

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It is just past 5 am on 15th August, 2011. Heaven and Hell both know I am not an early riser. And no, I haven't risen up to listen to Mr. Manmohan Singh speak from the Red Fort on the 64th Independence Day of India. I also don't work for an organization which would want to see me working on a National Holiday. Like most Indians, I would rather skip our soft spoken PM's speech and enjoy the

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as you walked bya few thoughts sprung in mind of myshould i just hold your handto induce in your mind a thought bandor should i come in front of youfrom your eyes i get questions toobut as it passed the thought lastyou had already walked past as you siti feel like a misfityour presence pristine is all you needbut i aught to be there on your aura i feedyou look at me with smiling eyesmy world

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'So, how does it feel?''Oye hoye, shaadi shuda insaan!''You're married, waaaaaaoh!''Congrats! Your prison term begins now!''It must be bliss now...but wait for it my friend' No amount of italics or bold fonts can justify the knowledge, the pleasure, the displeasure and many such feelings to which I am innocent to that people express when they come to know that I am the newly married guy. I am

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However much that I may loathe all the crap that is dished out by Colors Channel, I must commend them for their brilliant idea in starting a new soap without actually getting down to starting one. Here's how. A very famous serial goes by the name Na Aana Iss Des Laado (can't believe they have a wikipedia page dedicated to it!). This serial was actually going nowhere - tonnes of violence, bandits

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It was a great idea to head for the Delhi IndiBlogger Meet. Finally, after many weekends spent just like that, a Saturday when I ventured out. The meet was scheduled at The Religare Art Gallery at the K.G. Marg in Connaught Place. Apart from having met some great bloggers (hopefully, will get to receive some pics and comments back here!), it was great to win some rocking treats from

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When the birds take off to skyClear wet round mirrors on leavesReflect some lightI'd say its time to write When the glory of seaMeets the slipping brown sandAnd paints it frothy whiteI'd say its time to write When the fisherman throwsHis net far wideSerene lake caged in ripples slightI'd say its time to write When the child closes his eyesFor his first prayer ever Folding his hands tightI'd say

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Image Courtesy: http://blacknright.wordpress.com A valedictorian he may beBut before his address his legs ached to flee Clocking sub ten seconds many a timesBut 100m in an Olympics is no child's rhyme That move practised an entire yearBut muscles can twitch on stage my dear Expectation is like a fine diamond cutting toolChiseling for others to drool A cut more and it corrodesFine values it erodes

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those staring cold blue eyespiercing through the darknessa concentrated wave of icedelivered in a straight gaze that sparkling white faceflawless to perfectionhair would fall as if it never could stay an unwavering still gripover the enchantingly crafted golda few cold blue veinsjust jutting jugular veins the mosaic of freezing red bloodice grey shining steela last drop of it fallingbefore

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This Saturday saw me making an impulsive decision. Went for a completely unknown entity in the movie world named Antardwand. This movie has won The National Award for highlighting a lesser known social issue of groom kidnapping in Bihar. With this knowledge, I was sitting in a sparsely populated Audi 4 of PVR Metropolitan. Antardwand couldn't be more aptly named. Translated into English, it means

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Spoiler Alert: May contain brief description of a few scenes from the movie which will not impact the viewing experience. With nothing better to do and nothing better to watch - we cousins headed for Lafangey Parindey. It was very odd to have a film named so crass coming from the YRF banner.  There have been many movies built around the theme and life in Mumbai, especially capturing the plight

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Spoiler Alert: May contain brief description of a few scenes from the movie which will not impact the viewing experience. Finally, got time to spend a nice Sunday and decided to watch the much hyped Peepli [Live]. Needless to say, it is totally worth it. Anusha Rizvi dished out a very tight script and directed the movie almost to  perfection. The only sad part - this sort of a movie is a wasted

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Residents of Gurgaon would definitely know about the electricity woes here, summers being a nightmare at times. Good old days of the city being quiet and simple are gone. It is now touted as the 'Millennium City' and the 'City of Malls'. Millennium City because it still faces the problems only heard of in Millennium B.C. and City of Malls because that is probably the only weekend getaway people

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The new job saw me going to Hyderabad for a fortnight's training. It also gave me a chance to visit some good old friends of mine who have been working there. It used to be a refreshing change at the weekends after a week's training sessions and being unknown to the city.  After the regular Buddha statue visit at Hussain Sagar lake which everyone who visits Hyderabad, I was shown around the

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 image courtesy: moonlightblue.wordpress.com pain in neckpain in head killing eyesimploring to die anaerobic respirationacid in muscles all the creepy acheserupt simultaneously with no respitehazy sight nothing compares thoughto the aches of the heart inside

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As I sit to writeMy same old ink penBegins to talk to meIn words I never knewI would ever know It refuses to writeSaying its canals had driedLike the thoughts, I triedBut it did not relent I reminded him of the good oldThe smell of blue as it fadedon husky old paperIt reminded me of how long that was After much persuasionIt did splutterthe same old smell of blueBeginning afresh with splendor

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And as I drive on an empty dark roadRadio playing slow beautiful songsMy mind wanders away from menialTo us and how it all happened Like an old wineBeautiful thoughtGrowing older and betterThe way we met and things turned around Like a stuck recordBeautiful musicPlaying the symphony Melodies to my heartThe way we met and things turned around Like a grandfather's clockBeautiful mechanismCogwheels

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Like every good Indian kid - I got interested in cricket quite early. Over the years, seen it develop from a gentleman's game to a game enforced by technological advancement. From the first run out given by the Third Umpire to the Hawk Eye - technology indeed has come a long way in making the sport error free. However, there is this boundary catch phenomenon which has disturbed me. I have dubbed

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 Image Courtesy: http://www.thehindu.com/ Now that MBA is over and I am considered an ounce wiser, being back home means work. There are so many pending things that are just waiting in the attic to be dusted and made to work again. One of them is the mammoth task of physical share transfer and dematerialization. Though stated in one pretty sentence, it takes months of effort and work. And of

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 Image Courtesy: http://talkingtails.wordpress.com/ Yet another bomb blast. This time it is the famous German Bakery in Koregaon Park in Pune. Thronged by lots of foreigners and many self proclaimed happening people from posh areas around. An uncanny resemblance to a Goan shack and a not-so-Indian ambiance ensured that it was always packed. But well, enough about the goodness about the place,

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What the hell do they think? Moving in a pack makes them look good? A sense of self-righteousness to me, nothing else! Moving in packs and losing one's individuality isn't my way. More so, because I like doing it my way. Living my own sordid and dull life in this lane. Kids sometimes play with me, and sometimes throw stones at me. I like this type of existence. Cold is getting on to my nerves

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Ambience Mall, Gurgaon Image Courtesy: http://www.henshall.com/  Modern Retail is one sector that has boomed in India in past few years. It has moved way forward from its turbulent beginnings with protests against Reliance Fresh outlets by local grocery sellers. Today, everything conceivable that we purchase for our daily use is available in some form of organized retail format. Be it food &

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I can never get tired of writing on Delhi and my love for it. An impending trip is on cards and here is a list of activities I have already figured out for myself: 1. Have to do a very important 'communication' task. More about it when it is done! :D 2. Must visit my school - The Mother's International School. You got to see it and be there to believe it. 3. Visit Time Out Store - Ambiance Mall.

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Image Courtesy: Self! :) a puff of invisible fume rising above like an unknown plume rickety in its path as it flows a cold wind freezes it mellow like a cotton ball grey and white flowing in sky's ocean in full sight in search of more of its kind to build and structure and bind like huge drums beating and streak of light falls back in a cold wet flight into the blue from where it came

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Image Courtesy: Delhi! ‘garche hain mulq-e-dakhan mein in dinon qadr-e-sukhan kaun jaaye Zauq par dilli ki galiyaan chod kar’ - Mir Zauq These famous lines by Mir Zauq, a contemporary of Mirza Ghalib defines the quintessential nature of the city we call Delhi. Roughly translated to English, in these lines Mir Zauq is saying that although the seat of power and all the worldly comforts have

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Image Courtesy: http://mockingmusic.blogspot.com/ they don't know there is strength in oblivion a grim energy being built from their derision a new charge up vicious than can be imagined a solid hammer nail that can't be unhinged clarity of vision new mission strength from oblivion

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Today was a special day. Some of the same feelings overwhelmed me like they used to in childhood. That feeling of having butterflies in stomach before something important. That feeling of overwhelming regret which comes across when something just doesn't go right and you do not have anyone to blame, not even yourself. Anyway, here are some nuggets of the day in form of some wise cracks from an

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Image Courtesy: David J. Nightingale  | www.chromasia.com Big things happen that become small over a period of time. Monday Tests used to be so important that we wasted our entire Sunday evenings on them. Then those exams, those practicals. So many events that shape our lives eventually just fog out in some dusty corners of the mind. When they are recalled, they just stop everything inside for

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Found this image at imgur. Liked it, so sharing here. Poor Piggy!

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Image Courtesy: WikipediaJust came after a show of 'Surrogates' at the PVR in Ambience Mall, Gurgaon. Liked the movie. If we come to think of it, it does send shivers down the spine with all this technologized incentives that we keep giving ourselves day in and day out. My friend Nikki talked about our addiction to web and social networking with hardly anything 'social' left in it for it is

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Found this interesting pic. Here is how customers can irritate you if you do the same to them! Take care marketers - deliver what you promise or learn your mathematics well, what else?!

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Photo Courtesy : Me, myself and Himanshu [I clicked it...grrrr..!]through the hillsunder the lush green canopiesa light wind blowscarrying sounds profoundchilly at timeswith the dry leaves in a vortexcrumpling under its forcethe memories of yorethey have tales to tellinto the unknownbefore they soarwarm at timesdry n scaldingpunishing one and allreminding of the crimestortures forsakenmade to

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We all receive phishing mails once in a while, ain't it? War in Brukina Faso - want to shift to India with tonnes of money - have no means to do so, so need your help! Will give you commission!We'll share 50-50!Hell, come on - you just help me shift - give me 10% of what is mine.Ha Ha! It is no doubt fun reading these mails and pressing spam button after that. But recently, I received one which

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No marketer worth his/her salt would want to curb his opinions on things learnt in those marketing lectures. I am no different. reltoK - a portal created by Vineet Rajan - 2008 batch pass out of SIBM, Pune creates an awesome opportunity for marketing enthusiasts to link up and discuss some of the most pressing and relevant issues related to marketing. It also is an amazing platform for people who

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Image Courtesy : http://digitalmirage.net/'Sir, it will take only two minutes' I insisted. All I got in return was a nice little smirk from the gentleman (atleast that was what I presumed him to be when I approached him). The day hadn’t been really good but it was exciting to be back in field. I was reminded of the times when I was stalking married women for my survey for a specific brand of

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I didn't know ever that someday I'll do this,Write a poem on a survey, so that the deadline of my project I do not missHere I am then, talking about a simple little surveyWill need only 3 mins, at your computers screens for you to stay!Here I post the link : http://spreadsheets.google.com/viewform?formkey=dDJyRGdHTEZRdV9UNXVDTjZoN2l4aWc6MAOh, it is long, but all you need is for your mouse to

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Photo Credit: Joko Nugrohothrough my curtained windowpeeping through the mesh is a little ray of sunshine it isn't afraid of the wrinkled cloth of the messy nylon froth it just comes making its way through dark space almighty filled with hydrogen and rocks they also taking no pity it just comes on to my sleepy eyes it lights them and asks me to rise that little ray of

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I do not hold any rights over this picture. I do not know who created this pic, but good work mate; I hope you won't get offended if I use it for non-commercial purposes here. Thank you.I have been tagged to do this funny little quiz by Nikki. As usual, I have no option but to accede! He he...So as I settle back to the hostel life and hectic class schedule back here in Pune, I'll do this bit.1.

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Images are copyright to their respective copyright holders. I hope they won't have problems - means more publicity for them coz I am not going to write bad about some TV show for once!All right. Blog has changed looks and this one stays for some time. Minor coding alterations should do the trick to make it look more presentable and aesthetic. I thought it was the right time to begin with some

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Alright people - I am back here!After neglecting my sweet little blog for quite some time, I couldn't just let it be in the name of work which I in any case procrastinate upon. It hasn't been easy - trust me. A Roller Coaster ride yea, but add to that the dilemma of knowing that somewhere, there is an loose screw on the rails which may or may not fall off when the coaster passes over it. WTF!Here

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In India, is it possible to get Braille on your visiting cards? Yes/No Do you know of an organisation called Esha – People for the blind? Yes/No Would you like to/have u visited the Esha website? Yes/NoKindly enter your answers in comments section! Thanks :)

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"Some where over the rainbow's blue birds fly..." is the famous song one hums early in the morning. We are truly blessed to have the gift of vision to take in the beautiful sights mother nature has to offer us everyday. Imagine this; one fine day, you wake up and the whole world is black. Nothing but black. No reflections or shadows or anything. Or imagine yourself wearing n eye-patch. Nope. You

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Hello People,Just a couple of questions, am taking part in a blog survey and my good readers are also included to answer. Kindly answer in comments section:1. In India, is it possible to get Braille on your visiting cards? Yes/No2. Do you know of an organisation called Esha – People for the blind? Yes/NoThanks :)

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They say nostalgia hits. This one does and hard. Roughly an year ago, fresh into SIBM, Pune - we were all gearing up to be special. Literally! Being a member of the Students' Council at SIBM is what I so looked forward to. I got to be a part of the rocking IT Team for Interim and Junior tenures. Needless to say, it was one of the best time I have ever had. With sine curved pattern of work and fun

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It is time to pack up.Initially, I had planned to be at home till 14th June and then go back to my college and begin my second year on a positive note. Same promises as ever that we all tend to make - Will work harder this time, will look forward to managing time in a better way, will take care of health and exercise, etc. etc. However, as a few of you who may be following my blog would know,

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With nothing better to do, I have been doing a lot of random surfing over the net. Registered recently on Twitter, My Space and have been reading about new things happening online. Advent of micro blogging and other stuff they are calling Internet 2.0 and 3.0 et al. It is simply mind boggling! Nascent technologies and their implications on the simplicity of human life are worth a second look.

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Hi all!It has been some time and lot of things to talk about since I wrote here last. Here are a few things that have been going on with me, for good and not so good.I somehow managed to finish my internship at Wipro Technologies in Bangalore. Two month stint was a pretty good experience at office. It was like a two month job, team was awesome and work was good! Bangalore as a city has a very

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It happens at times, that a particular date holds a very important place in your life. The reverence to the date increases if it is just another date - not your birthday, wedding day or any other day which in itself is of importance to you. In the same manner, unknowingly, 4th of June became one of the most important dates of my life. The feeling obviously can't be mutual but I can try to

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Image Courtesy: http://devlog.mahcuz.com/Alright, I am not used to writing just for the sake, but I guess I can do with some bitching here [last I heard, bitching still wasn't patented by girls...]So here I go, my blog - my way. I wish to go point wise:1. I think Bangalore is way too over rated. Mumbai is much better a place for all the fun they said is there in Bangalore.2. I hate..no wait..

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Ramesh woke up that day to the cries of "Jai Sri Ram!"It was a cold December morning. Already, there was something more chilling about it. He opened the dilapidated wooden door which stood precariously over the squeaking rusty hinges. As he looked out with sleepy eyes, he saw men. Men with tridents, hammers, spears and rocks were all running in one direction. Frenzied wide eyes, clenched teeth,

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It is just a thought that I have been nursing for a while. I am not going to reveal it, but finally, it is something that I really look forward to doing now. Given the quarter age crises that we quarter agers tend to fall in, I can safely say that I am nursing a nebulous thought for now. It may or may not work, but for now, I don't really care. I just have to work on it. No more. No less. Just

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once upon a timea funny thing happenedas the clock struck ninethere was a chubby little kidin his home feeling stupidfor want of anything betterhe started writing a letteras it turned outhis inner being gave a happy shoutcoz though he couldn't earn a dimebut surely he could rhyme!thus began his journey lustroussoon he became illustriousall people big and sharpcame to him for an autographand he

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A cake with a cherryPeople making merrySurrounded with loveWith blessings from heaven aboveTheir child's first year on earthShould be celebrated without any dearthHappiness on facesLoving embracesGardens manicuredTricks by magicianGoof ups from the jokerSmall kids alluredThe desert winds blowMaking their march slowCovered faces and blinding stormsAs little baby's wailing fails to formFather comes

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"You can't finish it! No ways...""Really, even with an empty stomach?""Even with an empty stomach...""And what exactly is it?""Chocolate, chocolate and more chocolate"That is how everyone I know who is currently in Bangalore talked about the ever so famous Death by Chocolate. I had to find the famous "The Corner House" and have this delicacy. I did, in Koramangala. Ordered one. Rs. 115. Wasn't it

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All is fineEverything so divineBirds twitter as the glorious sun shinesJust too suddenlyFor me to realizeOut of nowhereA little tornado conceptualizeCarrying alongDust and rags and mudWith the bird's songIt plays aroundRuffles a few dead leavesAs the previous partOf the dusty road heavesBut it wasn't much timeLike meThe playful tornado was blindFor it got suckedAs behind the cloudsSun duckedInto

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And it happens again.The dilemma, the thoughtsUmpteen mental wars foughtThe craze and the hazeUnfocussed and dazedIdeas that lureCharlatan mind's demeanourThis way or thatBecomes life's meandering pathSkin left behindWith no button rewindChange is a baneAnd it happens again.

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Johnson was pretty average in Quantum Mechanics 101. His grades in Relativity Theorems also sucked. He was not proud of it and made it a point to read extensively before he started his sophomore year. It was his sheer luck to have landed at MIT with truly average grades. May be the panel took pity and took notice of his project on Understanding Vector Angular Motion at Joints of Robotic Arms that

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Last exam ends on 31st March. With this, technically, I will be half a manager. Let me write - 1/2 of MBA will be over, yeah, looks better this way. From 1st April onwards, we will be moving for our summer internships at various companies. I pinged a senior of mine who had worked at the same company I am going to in Bangalore for my summers for some last minute advice. Seeing the recession and

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We have three colleges functional from our campus here on the hill in a god forsaken village called Lavale. With almost simultaneous breaks [obviously you won't keep shifts for lunch, lunch has to happen at lunch time, ain't it?], it puts immense pressure on the mess staff. Somebody needs to teach those 'kids' from the other college that it is good to follow the queue as then everyone gets warm

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This is a poem that I wrote at PagalGuy forum when I was wait listed and way too eager to do my MBA at SIBM, Pune. Those were some days! Some of us started tracking the movement of wait listed people and waited with anxieties and crossed fingers to reach it till our magical scores. I remember mine. It was 97.38. Sometimes, that wait got better of us and what followed is here for you all to see ;)

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I had written a short poem a while back. It was, by far my worst piece of work. :PSo, rather than tarnishing my oh-so-good name in the field of writing, I deleted it :POK, am being sarcastic and silly. The post was inconseqential and I really did not know what I was writing, will capture that thought some time else, in some better way. Ciao till then, have an exam tomorrow.

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I just finished with my last viva of the last internal of the last semester of my first year at MBA. Come to think of it, I'll become 1/2 of an MBA time span wise if I manage to clear all my exams. Otherwise, I don't think management can ever be complete for a person. With or without, before or after - an MBA at the end of the day is just a degree, where, to its credit, you learn the art of that

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Always wanted to click something like this. Luckily for me, the lamp posts from where I clicked weren't switched on. Samsung U600, 3.2 MP, Low Exposure with a little digital zoom did the trick. Yay! Though I wish I had my Canon...

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Did you finish the homework?What is that you shirk?Did you drop the mail?Aren't you drinking milk - you look so pale?Did you oversleep?Why is that you weep?Did you finish the assignment?Was that another rule that you bent?Did you harm that man?Did you bunk for that Goan sun tan?Did you get a good GPA?Your attendance is low, what do you have to say?Did you watch three movies back to back?Who will

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As I was whiling away time on net, a friend of mine asked me what I have been asked so many times since I have landed in an entity called a 'B-School' - Is MBA tough?Frankly speaking, I find this question tougher to answer than whatever I have faced in an MBA. So, I thought I would answer it in the same old manner, giving gyaan and making it sound the way it would induce a WOAH!!! What fun, right

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Taking the tag from Nikki, I go on stating 25 random things about me. I further tag Ramesh to continue this (please?). Here we go: 1. I am totally moody. And my mood swings should become a part of the legends. 2. I own only 1 pair of sports shoes at any point of time. Currently I have an Adidas pair which have started wearing off. I so hate it when I have to change my pair of sports shoes. 3. I

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On popular demand, I am updating my blog. I should have been busy studying or playing badminton, but then my literary juices like to flow when I try to plug them the most - OK, cheesy line!Being in a hostel, you can either make your taste buds go to sleep or ask them to behave with a sense of acuteness, literally! The food will always suck compared to what you have been eating at home. Especially

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I won't deny that it felt a bit weird when I deleted this blog. Anyway, like most good things, this had to come to an end...so here is the last image of the blog before I pressed that 'delete blog' tab. Adieu...

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OK...the title would definitely be misleading [can't help the cheekiness, if u know what I mean...]The point is - My Pug Marks is under major revamp. So all you kind visitors out there, keep visiting and excusing the bricks falling here and there [yet again...]. UNDER REVAMP!!!

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That's about it I guess. I will be writing once in a while about my MBA life - but here strictly. Things change in a manner as you go about the course here that..ummm..well, you feel like not maintaining a separate blog for it at least! Add to that certain other means of expressing myself which I have have been thinking for quite some time now. Finally, it comes to implementation to a small

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MBA - This 3 lettered monster hexes thousands of people across the country every year. Most of them assiduously preparing for their dreams to be made or broken every Sunday at this time of the year. I did too, though not all that hard core prep.Year almost comes to an end, I haven't written much in this blog-diary of mine as I had initially planned. May be, like everything, excitement at times

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It has been quite some time now that I am here. And as they say - thoroughly inducted into the system. The picture on the left, at times, seems to be true - me being the little red human being and stuff around here being those dreaded aliens, ready to gobble me up. But then, you learn to evade them. Evasive action to events which could turn disastrous otherwise comes to you so naturally that its

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Yesterday was terrific. Well, nothing much changed. I am still here, managed not to run away from all those things that are supposed to be done, but still. It was an ultimate paradox. I managed to get into Interim Team of IT. For the guy who has been trying to run away from IT ever since he was born in his previous life, it is no mean thing. Ah well, the different thing is that I won't even

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It is the last day of June today. Though, it wasn't that hectic but I guess the week's accumulation is making me feel tired and lazy. I have interview at 2200 hours for IT Team Interim council formation. It has been raining incessantly since yesterday morning,and how so ever I love rains, murkiness of the clouded greys gets to you at times. Especially when you have lots to do. It is all about

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With Bryan Adams playing for you and cool breeze blowing, what else could you ask for? These are the moments one tends to fall in love with. Moments, without which, living a hostel life would lose its spiciness. There are so many things that a residential MBA gives you that you already feel a sense of accomplishment. You make a new record of wearing a pair of trousers for 7 days (Monday to Sunday

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You get filled with experiences when you live in a hostel. You see life, naked and shameless in front of you. And life itself teaches you how to live it - that is perhaps the thrill of it. Days are passing here at the speed of light. And tomorrow, after the induction test are perhaps are few hours of our lives when we can still treat MBA as the extension of our graduation. Monday onwards, it is a

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Oh yea, settled into a sort of routine. It is hardly a routine, coz routine is a dangerous word if used anywhere near MBA. Here it goes:7:15 am - 7:30 am -- wake up and wake ankush up. we go for a jog. cover a majestic 100-200 metres and then walk a bit; straight to mess.8:30 am -- we can be seen casually going back to the hostel for bath. most of the people are already going for the 9 am class.

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I reached Pune a few days before I had to reach my hostel at Lavale. It is my first time away from home, so my mom was even more concerned than usual. We went to Shirdi, which was quite hectic. On the way, Western Ghats, the most worn out ranges of India looked magnificent as they flirted with dying sun's last rays. Ah, well, finally the day came. As I decked on the bus which would take us from

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I have another blog where I write about my life in a B-School. I guess it is done for what it was useful for. I post all of it here at My Pug Marks...and close that one. Just in case you are curious about that blog - click here [while it exists!]

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From Vatican to VeniceDiscovering every creviceGusts of wind hit my faceSloping down the DanubeTrudging the Alps fewAn unknown force pulls me throughCrossing virgin hillsTalking to little known streamsEveryone has a story to screamMust I walk? Must I sweat?To reach where my heart feels wet?Striving without focusMoving my limbsWhen pain is pleasureAnd everything else ceases to matterDepravation

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Goes without saying, you need to read The Inspiration before you start on this. You may find it here. I was feeling very cranky here as it was about time to go home. It always happens this way. Nothing then is visible to me. It is just Home sweet home! So, I ended up going home a week before I actually had to. Meeting friends and family was but obvious which was apart from the main reason for

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Dear Conscience,It has never happened that I ever wrote to you. But we do talk a lot, or shall I say interact with each other. Every second, every instance - you guide me. At college, at my room, while travelling, meeting people and dealing with them. Well, then I thought - why not we change the things a bit here. I should tell you a few things now and you should listen. I guess it is but fair.So

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Weird things happen to me when exams are round the corner. For a starter, when everyone is frantically reading notes which they got photo copied a day before the exam, I am doing things that I actually want to do - like writing. To avoid getting back to the books sooner, these 'other' things are done at a slow pace with full concentration to prevent words like - ' Study now at least?' from

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Like it is alwaysIt still is...Once upon a timeThere was a shark named Klein.Klein was coolAnd he was smartEveryone feared himThey had to after allCoz he was a Shark!Klein was proudImmaculate fur textureEyes filled with spiteTeeth triangular clean sparkling white.Fishes ran amokShops shuttered downWhen long horns blewHide! Klein is in town!But things wouldn't remainCoz they are never the sameThat

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'Life's a strange game.. another set of rulz changed...'A friend of mine, DJ, had this as her status message on gtalk quite sometime back. I thought it was pretty meaningful and asked her if I could write on this. She allowed. I was pretty happy and saved it in my draft messages, kind of those at which you would like coming to take a look time and again, then think - someday may be... and then

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We Indians love to celebrate. It gives us a reason to smile over our political, sexual, personal, professional and many other kinds of miseries of day to day life. Right from the time a kid comes into this world to the time he is dug back into the earth or burnt upon death; it is time for some kind of gathering/event/celebration. Our higher gastronomic quotient, an uncanny ability to pray to

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She just walked. Her eyes having a mystic look, as if in a state of bliss or pain - you never can decipher that. Her robes were flowing white carried by the breeze like the crest of waves carry the frothy white. It was so sublime, her presence, that it seemed that she was floating through the flying dead leaves - she being the vortex of brewing mayhem around. If you hear from her ears, you would

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[tagged from Nikki]With nothing better to do [or the lack of want to do something better]..I take this tag and proceed to answer these 40 random things in the silliest/wackiest/saddest ways possible. Feel free to tag further if u like the concept.1. Height? Some where between 5'9" and 5'11", really dont know... :P2. Have you ever done heroin? The actress or the drug..pls specify!3. Do you own a

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Some construction here and there is going on here,So you may not find something here, that was there.So I apologise, and request you to kindly bear,And mind your head,coz there goes another brick falling like a pear... :)

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In this wild landWith no jungleOnly sandThrive beingsUnlike whoYou want to beIn dark alleysWhere fears prevailHunters get huntedMassive forces bluntedNo bows can penetrateNo shields can protectA dark placeIt is thatThat belongs toThy selfA place whereThe bravest fearThe strongest quiverThe smartest winceWhen it is time forA Self Glimpse.

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It begins with a cryA fragile lovely touchThat little lifeSends a tinge insideAll this whileZooming past lifeMoments come Moments goBaby begins to growEach day bringsSparkling new thingsAll this whileZooming past lifeKid is already brightAt timesWhen all work endsAnd you sitAll this whileZooming past lifeYou realizeHow much lifeHas zoomed past throughThere still areSo many things to doSo many

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I don't remember when I wrote this..sometime when I was back home in Gurgaon. Things have changed many fold...Yes, it is again me. Not with a poem, or a prose too for that matter but the mundane day to day stuff. Sometimes, it is so exciting to read or write or even watch a movie which has nothing special to it. Life as it continues, passing every second, with an invisible seconds hand giving a

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I am mad about Calvin...

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This is a repost from June, 2007. I know why I am doing it, and so do those to whom it should matter...Time to start afresh beckons,Its gleam is brighter than the sun's...It is a call to wilderness,Without prejudice and tardiness...I rush... I move towards it...That is how I will rediscover, And resurrect...Brick by brick...With my own hands...My own world I will erect...

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Settling of dustAs the last speck restsNew visions unfoldLike a pot of Gold.In those bleary eyesI envisageMy dreams yet againI sew them with love and pain.You sprinkleThose cool droplets on my soulFeeding my existenceFading away my penance.On new shoresMy ship wants to moveTo withdraw the anchorAnd immobility too.Voices aroundDon’t cause a soundA flutter from youCauses feelings renewed.Oh! How I

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He folded his hands behind his head and looked up. His eyes were heavy, he felt like closing them but did not. Rather, he just looked up. On that bleakly white board, he could see the tiny water sprinkler staring at him with a red eye in the center. A deep breath escaped him. Shrugging off his laze and sickness, he just got up. Everyone around him, was staring into their computer screens. It was

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a few patches remainand then my hut will be readyi have built it stronger this timei guess it will sustainbut that does not meanthat i would be expecting stormsto test it throughno i would not want thatas it had seen enoughthe previous time it was roughoh i so hope thatthose patches i cementbefore anything happens [just in case]and i work arduously to finish the jobcoz it is to be doneand i work

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I suddenly remembered, that I used to like facts. Never remembered many though, but I used to like them. So, it is kind of an acceptance of this very fact, he he, that I write here. Here is a fact :Test Match between India and South Africa.Rahul Dravid was on crease for 400 minutes and scored 111 runs.Virender Senwag was on crease of 539 minutes and scored 319 runs.I would say, yay! Rahul Dravid

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