<?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-12808770</id><updated>2011-12-15T08:20:41.439+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SOMEWHERE I BELONG</title><subtitle type='html'>Everything in our lives begin and end with choices...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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21-09-11'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-4705182654842755483</id><published>2011-06-16T18:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:39:26.604+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Follow..</title><content type='html'>We are all supposed to find our own beliefs, principles, faiths, truths and GOD..&lt;br /&gt;We can't/don't and thus - WE FOLLOW..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-4705182654842755483?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-3762935908950807858</id><published>2011-02-09T21:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-09T21:18:01.716+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RT 09-02-11</title><content type='html'>Once you get your head up and above the clouds, its really hard to see if you are heading straight to the deepest pit :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-3762935908950807858?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/3762935908950807858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=3762935908950807858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Other humans or even other living things) ..&lt;br /&gt;*Control - To (Try to) decide on others behalf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this where our intelligence is being wasted?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-4420235977493639807?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/4420235977493639807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=4420235977493639807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/4420235977493639807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/4420235977493639807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2010/10/rt-051010.html' title='RT 05.10.10'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-666386086800438990</id><published>2010-10-01T15:27:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-01T15:31:37.607+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RT 01.10.10</title><content type='html'>Passion is something which keeps burning and should burn you inside out.. If "it" burns out, it was never passion anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion can only make you the best or the worst.. Else, you remain/become an average, either in a good or bad way :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-666386086800438990?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/666386086800438990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=666386086800438990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/666386086800438990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/666386086800438990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2010/10/rt-011010.html' title='RT 01.10.10'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-8151433792629741340</id><published>2010-09-15T09:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-15T09:47:39.861+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RT 15.09.10</title><content type='html'>Trust - should never be gifted.. It should only be earned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-8151433792629741340?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/8151433792629741340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=8151433792629741340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/8151433792629741340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/8151433792629741340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2010/09/rt-150910.html' title='RT 15.09.10'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-8635583876029977543</id><published>2010-09-14T10:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-14T10:26:57.313+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RT 14.09.10</title><content type='html'>It is wrong to assume/"understand" that "something" will give the other person(read loved one) "happiness" and work hard to get them that, sometimes even going against their wish. This is simply because it is never possible to give "happiness".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best one can, I think, is to make them aware of the choices the world has to offer and give them the education/understanding/"ability to make the right decision", which will eventually lead to happiness and a higher state of living itself. &lt;br /&gt;Its similar to, trying to get the loved one an award for a competition :P - instead of, helping them prepare for it and let them win it themselves, which would give them, true lasting happiness :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-8635583876029977543?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/8635583876029977543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=8635583876029977543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/8635583876029977543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/8635583876029977543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2010/09/rt-140910.html' title='RT 14.09.10'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-5374610911715594144</id><published>2010-09-03T13:42:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-03T14:03:34.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RT 03.09.10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In life we are at crossroads all the time.. we make choices, which end up defining who we are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And regarding making decisions, no one can make them for others, no? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No matter how close they are.. No one can possibly understand, how exactly you feel. In-fact not even that - no one can ever understand, what situation you are in - what is important and what is not - and why. It can never be the decision you take. You could probably take opinions and suggestions, others view of things.. but again.. not decisions ...  Think about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/12808770-5374610911715594144?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/5374610911715594144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=5374610911715594144&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/5374610911715594144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/5374610911715594144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2010/09/rt-030910.html' title='RT 03.09.10'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-7212060805075997126</id><published>2010-06-10T23:44:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-10T23:49:48.336+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RT 10.06.10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to screw over a nice person.. Easy, ignore the niceties, take good advantage of the person.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How/Why not to be a nice person... Be or try to be a nice person for while and you will know soon enough :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-7212060805075997126?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/7212060805075997126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=7212060805075997126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/7212060805075997126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/7212060805075997126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2010/06/rt-100610.html' title='RT 10.06.10'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-3216236226707110821</id><published>2010-02-28T17:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-28T17:37:47.383+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RT - 280210</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Note To Self:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a pity that despite having opinions, perspectives regarding almost everything, we like to tell ourselves that we are not opinionated. We always think we are idealistic, non-egoistic, non-harming etc and all the nice things.. Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Judging someone as judgemental isn't being judgemental? This beats me :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-3216236226707110821?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/3216236226707110821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=3216236226707110821&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/3216236226707110821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/3216236226707110821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2010/02/rt-280210.html' title='RT - 280210'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-1418779388483004889</id><published>2010-02-19T18:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-19T18:04:00.916+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Relative</title><content type='html'>Happiness is never relative... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An unrelated thought..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relatives mostly take it(happiness) away too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-1418779388483004889?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-1901772793937683467</id><published>2009-05-19T23:30:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:34:28.705+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sharing</title><content type='html'>It is really hurting when, you get out of your shell to open up to someone you trust and be laughed at...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-1901772793937683467?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/1901772793937683467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=1901772793937683467&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/1901772793937683467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/1901772793937683467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2009/05/sharing.html' title='Sharing'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-8281408171847714119</id><published>2009-05-19T23:21:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:35:05.856+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RT 19/5</title><content type='html'>Silence with a smile is almost always the best treatment for arrogance...&lt;div 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title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=7143210582724337713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/7143210582724337713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/7143210582724337713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2009/04/rt-series-64.html' title='RT Series 6/4'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-7045663225638750624</id><published>2009-04-01T10:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:43:13.278+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RT...</title><content type='html'>The moment you start thinking you've seen it all, there can be no further learning possible.&lt;br /&gt;There is always at-least "something" in "everything" which we are not aware of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-7045663225638750624?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/7045663225638750624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=7045663225638750624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/7045663225638750624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/7045663225638750624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2009/04/rt.html' title='RT...'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-3346210371116736710</id><published>2009-03-07T21:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:10:27.702+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its a beautiful 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(start)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3gBHY6bJ2U0/SbKVGdwAArI/AAAAAAAAB9E/J1RxAXkySus/s1600-h/05032009339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3gBHY6bJ2U0/SbKVGdwAArI/AAAAAAAAB9E/J1RxAXkySus/s400/05032009339.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310470848920945330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;       Makes anyone think about making a fresh start for anyday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-3346210371116736710?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/3346210371116736710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=3346210371116736710&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/3346210371116736710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/3346210371116736710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-beautiful-day-start.html' title='Its a beautiful day... (start)'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3gBHY6bJ2U0/SbKVGdwAArI/AAAAAAAAB9E/J1RxAXkySus/s72-c/05032009339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-7752580890852669707</id><published>2009-02-21T00:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:15:47.123+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My typical day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Starts with being what I am - Ends with me left wondering why I am what I am...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I not rude to someone, who is rude to me?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why dont I scream back at someone, who scream at me?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why dont I take someone for granted, who take me granted?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why dont I blame them who blame me?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why dont I have the ego that others have when they talk to me?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-7752580890852669707?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/7752580890852669707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=7752580890852669707&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/7752580890852669707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/7752580890852669707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-typical-day.html' title='My typical day....'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-1939117091636815828</id><published>2009-01-29T18:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:10:19.796+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RT...</title><content type='html'>Looking down upon anything/everything does not make you supreme..&lt;br /&gt;To see the complete view - keep yourself level with everything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-1939117091636815828?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/1939117091636815828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=1939117091636815828&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/1939117091636815828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/1939117091636815828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2009/01/rt.html' title='RT...'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-6330985926729316634</id><published>2009-01-27T10:41:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:05:10.395+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RT again..</title><content type='html'>The best way to beat the pain/grief/suffering is probably to live as if it does not exist.... not by ignoring it, however to get over it and not let it take over you completely.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-6330985926729316634?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/6330985926729316634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=6330985926729316634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/6330985926729316634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/6330985926729316634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2009/01/rt-again.html' title='RT again..'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-7121630633605012256</id><published>2008-12-10T14:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:40:23.760+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Is it fine to be... sad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is always much more to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But things are all fast going away...&lt;div&gt;Things are never fair enough..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A thousand times over you've said you've had enough..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, there are always more who suffer a worser fate..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, to be sad, is it right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-7121630633605012256?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/7121630633605012256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=7121630633605012256&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/7121630633605012256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/7121630633605012256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-it-fine-to-be-sad.html' title='Is it fine to be... sad?'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-9039053744013229648</id><published>2008-09-19T10:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:23:50.515+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts - Achievement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One step towards achieving something is to know exactly to what or to whom you are obligated towards. It might be yourself, your partner, society, parents, country, anything.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, if you feel, very much like most of us do - obligated to many things at once - then the best you could do is to find a balance - a peak is mostly out of reach :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS:  First - as I mentioned - first stmt doesnt guarantee success - it gets you a step closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Next - one may feel - finding the balance is achievement, then well.......  got nothing to say :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-9039053744013229648?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/9039053744013229648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=9039053744013229648&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/9039053744013229648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/9039053744013229648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-thoughts-achievement.html' title='Random Thoughts - Achievement'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-4330354427500897059</id><published>2008-07-28T09:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:48:33.928+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts cont...</title><content type='html'>The strength of a relationship lies not in the ability of keeping the other from getting hurt, it lies in the ability to be crystal clear and transparent, not worrying about hurting the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not being true, what else is being yourself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-4330354427500897059?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/4330354427500897059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=4330354427500897059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/4330354427500897059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/4330354427500897059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-thoughts-cont.html' title='Random Thoughts cont...'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-8663593593528328762</id><published>2008-07-15T17:16:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:42:40.854+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Learning - Take One</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...  So what is this learning everyone keeps talking about, almost at every place.. There is learning in school (forced), college (mostly forced), work location (by choice/advice), party places (advice), home (voluntary) and any other place you can think of. So does learning mean the same at every location above or is it different. If different, how different is it? Are they related? Can learning be bad? dangerous or useless? These are few of the matters on which  I plan to debate within myself. Yes, these are very well affected by the experiences I have been through in my life. However, I promise to keep them as general as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Learning is different in different times, however it ends up giving the same result. Something newly learnt, and known to you, is what you usually use to help you in your future actions/reactions. And also, learning is different, however the differences are very subtle. In school time, you mostly learn what you are told to learn and learning is mostly via books, with assistance from the teachers in the form of teachings. Its slightly different in college times, where in you will have access to much more resources and also will have more freedom to explore the world around you. You can see the world in a different perspective. Things become more so the case after college. Many things which you did not even know existed in school and, knew the existence, but did not matter in college, now will be of high importance. Now learning would've shifted from books, to learning while living, by observing others, by mistakes, few others and few our own. Whatever the cause, as I said before - the end result is the brain puts up a template for the particular learning - and gives a natural answer when you are faced in that situation (why more experience is a thing for which there is no alternative).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly learning is done consciously. However, you might be surprised, the things which usually make a difference in life, are the ones which you would've learnt sub-consciously or without being aware of. Things which are of importance are the things which will affect you while making a decision, which affect the way one reacts to situations, to people. These are things, a person learns over time sub consciously. This learning comes from family, friends, environment and the surroundings a person is brought up in. With all this in place its very tough for one to be open minded and realise the choices one has when making a decision, or when reacting to something. We often think that the possibilities are limited to what "we know currently". We do not know why, most of the times, however, we are somehow sure that the choices are limited in number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this background, its tough to be "free".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-8663593593528328762?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/8663593593528328762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=8663593593528328762&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/8663593593528328762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/8663593593528328762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2008/07/art-of-learning-take-one.html' title='The Art of Learning - Take One'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-6727143150608133502</id><published>2008-07-09T21:03:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:41:36.905+05:30</updated><title type='text'>After some time...</title><content type='html'>I am back to writing a post after a looong time. There is no reason for the delay and I know most of the people who are reading this wont even be interested in any lame reason I would come up with for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, as always want to write about things which, affects our decisions, affects our outlook towards life, towards, work, towards others and even towards ourselves.. One such thing is accountability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accountability is a rather sensitive matter. It is sensitive because more often than not, it is related to our much glorified "EGO". Yes, no matter who, what, when, its natural for people to first clear themselves of any mistake that has happened. Its the first thing that comes to mind - "I cannot be wrong!", "I mean, come on.. I know it all, I could not have made a mistake", "I have seen all this much before and many times, I know I am not wrong", "I am the senior, it must be one of the younger ones who do not know what is what" and something which always seem more than convincing is "Its the situation which are making things seem wrong, I did not do anything". All these seem much too familiar right, most of them heard from within yourself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless one learns to be accountable, its difficult to grow mentally, emotionally, in career, in life. You stop growing, the minute you stop accepting your mistakes and wrong doings. Being accountable helps build self-confidence and importantly have a clear conscience. With clear conscience, everything seems nice and good. Life is not gloomy after all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, being wrong is not wrong, its only human. Not accepting it, however is harmful to ourselves...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-6727143150608133502?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/6727143150608133502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=6727143150608133502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/6727143150608133502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/6727143150608133502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-some-time.html' title='After some time...'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-5071634119642365863</id><published>2008-02-25T09:17:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-25T09:23:11.838+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Want - Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you really "WANT" something, you wont "WAIT". If you "WAIT", then may be you never "WANT"ed it so badly.. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* If you are waiting as in, strategically or as previously planned, its not a problem. However waiting for things to become convenient doesn't help :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-5071634119642365863?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/5071634119642365863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=5071634119642365863&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/5071634119642365863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/5071634119642365863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2008/02/want-wait.html' title='Want - Wait'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-830778538685768975</id><published>2007-12-16T11:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-16T11:58:55.192+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Modesty....</title><content type='html'>This might be the least talked about things when it comes to listing out things which are required for a relationship to last. I am not sure if modesty is the right word, I hope, by the end of the post that, its clear what I want to convey. The things we usually consider when we talk about any relationship are: liking, compatibility, caring, understanding etc etc. All these are very important of-course. However, there is this other thing which is equally important, if not the most important thing for any relationship to remain as it is on a longer run.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    According to me, the very moment one starts to think that, he is better or the other person is lucky to have him as a friend, the relationship gets strained. The way you talk, respond etc will get affected by this. A relationship will be strong as long as you have things to admire in other person, or something you always look up to. This might be the thing you like in the other person, be it caring, be it understanding or be it plain stupdity! ( Oh yeah, u can be liked by being plain stupid.. this is what keeps me optimistic btw :P ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    All these are a result of normal human tendency to judge people. They may not dis-like a person, however, they wont "prefer" the company of that person. This is where modesty comes in. If you are able to admire/appreciate every other person, you will never any problems with any relationship from your end! You really do not have to try hard to find such things..  everyone has at least one or two unique qualities which makes them likable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-830778538685768975?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/830778538685768975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=830778538685768975&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/830778538685768975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/830778538685768975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/12/modesty.html' title='Modesty....'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-3693683038759164368</id><published>2007-10-25T10:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-25T13:33:43.833+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its your life.. Live it!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Live all you can; it's a  mistake not to. It doesn't so much matter what you do in particular, so long as  you have your life. If you haven't had that, what have you had?" Henry James The  Ambassadors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So many of us stop living our lives to the fullest at sooo many instances. On top of that, we blame situations for that and also sometimes others who try to tell you that you could be better, saying that "You wont understand"! :)&lt;br /&gt;    Always keep complaining that things are being forced on you. Why is it that, when you take an action/decision, you always expect a positive outcome. Why is the negative outcome taken so badly that you stop yourself from doing "anything" at all. Agreed that we are "human beings". We have to grieve, feel sad etc etc. However, the only person who makes you stay in that state for a long* time is yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Dont get angry reading this post.. I am just trying to tell, its your life, do not let anyone/anything control it.. Live it to the maxxxxxxx!!! Do not miss out on anything. Life has joys hidden in every millisecond.. why miss it and make a fuss later?! I really want to write a lot.. however I think if the message is not clear, it wont be even after writing a million lines :) As always, its left to you! (yeah rite.. right center front back top bottom.. everywhere :P)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-3693683038759164368?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/3693683038759164368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=3693683038759164368&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/3693683038759164368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/3693683038759164368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-your-life-live-it.html' title='Its your life.. Live it!!!'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-7262593293725847938</id><published>2007-10-19T11:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-19T11:58:37.917+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Getting what you deserve....</title><content type='html'>I believe that people eventually end up getting what they actually deserve.. Good or Bad..  and even if they are not looking for it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-7262593293725847938?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/7262593293725847938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=7262593293725847938&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/7262593293725847938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/7262593293725847938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/10/getting-what-you-deserve.html' title='Getting what you deserve....'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-421259648301460574</id><published>2007-10-17T22:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-18T01:11:10.910+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation</title><content type='html'>Before I start, Appreciation is not only for some good work. It is basically recognizing the fact that there was some work done by someone is worth telling them that it was good. It can also be a simple "Thank You". Appreciation is something which few times is very hard to see. That would seem a little odd right. One would expect appreciation to be given when a work worth appreciating is done.. However, it seems that its not the case most of the times. There may be several reasons for the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    One would reason is, you really don't think the work is not worth appreciating. Well, nothing much can be done in this case. The worst thing to be done in this case would be to try and make one realize that appreciation is missed. As long as one feels the need to appreciate, its of no use. Reasons for which the work may not be appreciated are equally many. As a simple example.. in a restaurant, when a waiter serves you well... Few think that its his duty and you would give a tip anyway at the end.. Hmmm.. may be I think differently and tell them "thank you" everytime they serve something or get water.. Even though its their duty, they did something to serve me and that according to me derserved appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    One other reason could be that, your ego comes in the way of appreciation.. (This is not the kind I hope which would stop someone to tell a thanks to a waiter in a hotel :D). Some people wont want to accept that you are doing something which deserves appreciation.... As bad as this seems to be, it can be a source of motivation to achieve great success :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So, whats the big deal.. nothing.. just do consider good things done to you or something which makes things helpful to you and show a little appreciation.. Sometimes that is the only thing people expect from you.. not even money! I honestly think that the world would be a better place if everyone learn to appreciate things done by others.... No, it wont stop crime, wont bring down poverty or unemployment.. It just makes people feel better and happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better than to spread a little happiness around!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-421259648301460574?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/421259648301460574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=421259648301460574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/421259648301460574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/421259648301460574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/10/appreciation.html' title='Appreciation'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-5332724876487192660</id><published>2007-10-16T20:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:12:37.283+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Looking for FRIENDSHIP......</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to all those ppl who are looking for FRIENDSHIP(or so I think) in communities like Orkut etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Looking at the scraps/messages they leave, they seem very innocent and honest :D Take a look at this msg in a scrapbook of a girl for eg:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "hello ...........its &lt;xyz&gt; from iran but i study software computer in india ...i looking for a single girl for married in latvia becaz i wanna come there in futre ,,,how is u idea?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I mean.. can you get more honest than this!!? If the guy above is not the most honest person, I wonder who else can it be!!! Now if such an honesty does not get you a friend or in this case the girl to appreciate this "idea" and decide to get married to him..  then honesty is not the way ahead :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If you look around..  u will find a lot of such scraps desperately looking for friendship. Sincerely hope that all such souls get the friendship they are looking for :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-5332724876487192660?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/5332724876487192660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=5332724876487192660&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/5332724876487192660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/5332724876487192660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/10/looking-for-friendship.html' title='Looking for FRIENDSHIP......'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-3926524784270250468</id><published>2007-10-15T12:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-15T12:52:41.901+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What after "Next"</title><content type='html'>Me and 3 of my friends went to this movie "Next" this weekend. The movie actually ended with no actual "conclusion" (In other words, it actually didnt end!). So this led us to "conclude" that there will be further movies in the series.. most probably this will be a another series of 3 movies..&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    So the discussion was, what could be the probable name of the "next" movie in the series..&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    It would be "next-&gt;next" :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So, continuing on the same "line"s, the 3rd movie in the series is supposed to be the "end" of the series.. so the only name possible for the last movie will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "NULL" :D :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Okay now, stay calm.. no need to get so angry.. dont come chasing me.. this was a team effort by 4 friends :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-3926524784270250468?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/3926524784270250468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=3926524784270250468&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/3926524784270250468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/3926524784270250468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-after-next.html' title='What after &quot;Next&quot;'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-2942325743810119391</id><published>2007-10-12T21:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-12T21:37:29.196+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Becoming good friends....</title><content type='html'>You might have many good friends... many close ones and many near and dear ones. However, they wont be all that, the instant you meet them.. Ever wondered how it was the first time when you spoke, what about and how stupid those things seem to be now :P (well, not always.. but true most of the times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I think this happens when you meet anyone for the first time. One would be a little cautious, a little apprehensive, a little conscious, a little of everything and making sure there is not too much of anything.. People will try not to take things too easy or be too friendly at the risk of the other person mistaking you to be someone without much dignity (Should maintain some level rite initially :P) However, its also often true that, with the few people who eventually end up becoming ur good friends.. you will sometime or the other recap as to how things were and how they are now.. its the exact opposite.. amazing rite :)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    How would it be.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To talk to a person for the first time as if they are already one of your good friends"!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Best case, might be taken well and reciprocated and voila.. there you go, you got yourself a good friend :D&lt;br /&gt;    Worst case, a shut up and get lost look :P&lt;br /&gt;    Average case.. well, you will be considered a gone case :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    People are very apprehensive to be frank and its for a good/valid reason. It takes time for someone to trust. It hurts the most when your trust is broken.. and thats a valid reason for someone not trust anyone at all.. However, its very hard not to trust anyone.. It would be impossible to survive without trust. And slowly beginning to trust the new person you met.. you get a good friend :) (cant generalize this... few people can still break it :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in moderation works for most of the cases... (Myself never learnt to do that anyway :) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-2942325743810119391?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/2942325743810119391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=2942325743810119391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/2942325743810119391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/2942325743810119391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/10/becoming-good-friends.html' title='Becoming good friends....'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-7691535745548224814</id><published>2007-10-08T13:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-08T14:42:09.546+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Silence....</title><content type='html'>There are many a times when you would really really want no words to be spoken.. Just the silence.... to savor the moment, not to break the grieving, not to stop the laughter, or not to break the focus/concentration...Silence is one those very few things which can mean many different things at different times.. approval, denial, anger, happiness, grief, a beginning, en END etc etc..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A silence can convey so much, that words will always fall short of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:    Thought will give a break posting pictures and put some words in between... and ended up writing something about silence.. what an irony :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-7691535745548224814?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/7691535745548224814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=7691535745548224814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/7691535745548224814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/7691535745548224814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/10/silence.html' title='Silence....'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-4470463424192561620</id><published>2007-10-08T13:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-08T13:33:58.716+05:30</updated><title type='text'>More....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3gBHY6bJ2U0/RwnkNm5TEDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/g8aQtI72Xek/s1600-h/HPIM0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3gBHY6bJ2U0/RwnkNm5TEDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/g8aQtI72Xek/s320/HPIM0482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118873373913583666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3gBHY6bJ2U0/RwnjD25TEBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JbrE9Iu_0wo/s1600-h/HPIM4622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3gBHY6bJ2U0/RwnjD25TEBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JbrE9Iu_0wo/s320/HPIM4622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118872106898231314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3gBHY6bJ2U0/RwnikG5TEAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rbWfuEnFSrc/s1600-h/HPIM4531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3gBHY6bJ2U0/RwnikG5TEAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rbWfuEnFSrc/s320/HPIM4531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118871561437384706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3gBHY6bJ2U0/RwnhXG5TD_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/B3Ceqb7uUPQ/s1600-h/Photo-0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3gBHY6bJ2U0/RwnhXG5TD_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/B3Ceqb7uUPQ/s320/Photo-0168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118870238587457522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3gBHY6bJ2U0/RwnhH25TD-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/x2ZlGgcyLoY/s1600-h/Photo-0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3gBHY6bJ2U0/RwnhH25TD-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/x2ZlGgcyLoY/s320/Photo-0123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118869976594452450" 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/12808770-4470463424192561620?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/4470463424192561620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=4470463424192561620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/4470463424192561620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/4470463424192561620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/10/more.html' title='More....'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3gBHY6bJ2U0/RwnkNm5TEDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/g8aQtI72Xek/s72-c/HPIM0482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-1710849587355542551</id><published>2007-10-06T20:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-07T00:34:23.790+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Few good pics I have taken...</title><content type='html'>Hey.. I am going to put up few of the better pictures I have taken all these time.. may be they are very few and not so good.. I will put them up anyway :D :P...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo.. here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3gBHY6bJ2U0/RwfcHG5TD9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/TCqO0fVIR3A/s1600-h/Photo-0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3gBHY6bJ2U0/RwfcHG5TD9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/TCqO0fVIR3A/s320/Photo-0161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118301516197990354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3gBHY6bJ2U0/RwfZk25TD8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Zqw2okNS6r8/s1600-h/HPIM4299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3gBHY6bJ2U0/RwfZk25TD8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Zqw2okNS6r8/s320/HPIM4299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118298728764215234" 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/12808770-1710849587355542551?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/1710849587355542551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=1710849587355542551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/1710849587355542551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/1710849587355542551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/10/few-good-pics-i-have-taken.html' title='Few good pics I have taken...'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3gBHY6bJ2U0/RwfcHG5TD9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/TCqO0fVIR3A/s72-c/Photo-0161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-792246740929851693</id><published>2007-10-01T21:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:58:35.429+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Making amends....</title><content type='html'>While I am trying to make amends for not posting anything for the last 3 days... I am wondering..   (I hear many of you say, here we go again.. darn it, why does this guy have to wonder at all :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Amends cannot be made for all the things in life. First of all what is the point of making amends. More than pleasing anyone or to try and rectify something which went wrong, its more of a face saving thing. It is something which one does to reduce the guilt felt by oneself. Guilt can be worst punishment one can ever come across. A guiltless mind is the happiest I would say! Most of us are guilty for sooo many reasons. Be it for not remembering something or not working towards a goal or be someone which you always wanted to be. For not taking or letting others take the right decision at the right time... and so on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So, it seems like there is no way you can be guiltless. May be by trying to make amends one could move closer to such a state... however its very very rare that one stays in this state for a long time... This is because, we seldom stop at anything. Not only trying a lot of different things without much direction, we also many a times tend to repeat the same old mistakes which we always do :) There is no escape..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now, there is no need to give up all hopes and take sainthood... There are few possible ways one remains sane::&lt;br /&gt;* One can stop being idealistic, and a perfectionist and "adjust" with things..&lt;br /&gt;* One can chose to ignore all this "crap" and live without much cares and assume all is good..&lt;br /&gt;* Never question and never explain..&lt;br /&gt;* Accept that all these things happen and try and keep yourself going on.... whilst making amends ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-792246740929851693?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/792246740929851693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=792246740929851693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/792246740929851693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/792246740929851693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/10/making-amends.html' title='Making amends....'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-3976228522062728134</id><published>2007-09-28T14:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:52:18.592+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Maturity...</title><content type='html'>It is the ability to be able to know/understand your emotions and keep them in check.... Maturity may be shown sometimes in knowing/understanding others emotions and acting accordingly as well.. however the latter matters(should matter) less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-3976228522062728134?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/3976228522062728134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=3976228522062728134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/3976228522062728134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/3976228522062728134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/09/maturity.html' title='Maturity...'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-5999553141394178897</id><published>2007-09-27T11:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-27T12:09:28.753+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Are we really this insensitive????</title><content type='html'>The day before.. I was in the office cab on the way back home. Near the JC road traffic junction, there was a Ambulance behind our cab with sirens blazing.. There was a traffic police also at the place, so I thought he would let the people in front of the Ambulance leave so as to make way for it. However, to my surprise.. he was casually walking around talking to people, with absolutely no care at all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    As he came next to the cab, I tried to ask him why he was not even letting the Ambulance go. He went away as if he had not heard me at all!!! All vehicles and even the ambulance had to leave at the green in the signal only... I think this is becoming pretty much a normal happening in B'lore.. We really need to be ashamed of ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Its really funny... Shocking yet true....&lt;br /&gt;    Lives not related to us are of no importance/value....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-5999553141394178897?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/5999553141394178897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=5999553141394178897&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/5999553141394178897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/5999553141394178897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/09/are-we-really-this-insensitive.html' title='Are we really this insensitive????'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-3658452652747279790</id><published>2007-09-26T11:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-26T14:19:27.259+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Automated Responses...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had to call a friend who is currently in US. He works for a company which is headquartered in SFO, CA. I asked him for a number at which I could call him. He gave me the board number and the extension at which he could be reached. Then the fun started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    First, the automated msg informed that, "This number is currently out of service, if you have reached this number by error, then check the number you have dialed and try again :P. If this is the number you needed to reach ... blah blah blah...". So I got back to my friend and asked him if there was any alternate number. There was one and I dialed it. This time I was asked to dial the extension, if I knew.. I dialed in the extension, then was waiting for the phone to ring.. Right then, another automated msg.. "Please enter the first few letters of the persons last name you are trying to reach".... a pause.. "If you do not have the necessary information please hang up"!!!!!! Then another pause and another repeat of this msg.. and then the last automated msg.. "Good Bye!".. and call disconnected!!! First of all, how many is "first few".. what if the person is Indian and all u know abt his name is "only" the first name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We had to get back to talking in Gtalk :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-3658452652747279790?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/3658452652747279790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=3658452652747279790&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/3658452652747279790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/3658452652747279790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/09/automated-responses.html' title='Automated Responses...'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-3974580262439999229</id><published>2007-09-25T10:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-25T10:51:33.968+05:30</updated><title type='text'>On a day like today....</title><content type='html'>A very strange thing happened today. I come by cab most of the days to office and the journey takes roughly around one and a half hour or so. This is a looong time and I get to think about a lot of things.. necessary and absolutely un necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Today(and always :P) while on the way to the office, a lot of things crossed my mind.. A lot of voices, screams of joy, screams of anger.. and more pictures, a smile, a tear and also absolute nothingness and yet feeling so complete. I dunno what I was feeling.. I wanted to sdcream out loud that I dont deserve what I am feeling now. I wanted think, I am lucky enough to have what I have now... Yeah, you get it.. it was total chaos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It surprisingly ended up in a.. well, ended up good. I stepped out of the cab in high spirits.. Things which are the way they are.. let them be.. dunno what caused this.. the songs in the FM radio, or India's victory at the TT finals... no idea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Things will be missed, things will be liked and nothing will be hated.. however I wont fret.. hopefully :) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-3974580262439999229?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/3974580262439999229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=3974580262439999229&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/3974580262439999229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/3974580262439999229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-day-like-today.html' title='On a day like today....'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-5865315625443520183</id><published>2007-09-24T13:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-24T14:16:24.126+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Decisions....</title><content type='html'>Decisions need to be taken at every turn of life and at every step, sometimes consciously, sometimes subconsciously. When you choose to accept someones decisions also u are actually "deciding" to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Now, when 2 are involved, how fair is it for one person to decide something and stick tot it. If for example the decision is something which is going to be tough on both, both suffer. However, the person taking the decision has the luxury of having thought about things in hand and more importantly the luxury of "deciding" things.. Yeah, I know its forced by situations and nothing can be done about it.. but I will still scream out loud that its unfair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The worst part is, how much ever one tries to explain the situation to others, one cannot make the other person feel the exact thing which he/she is going through. Its impossible to make others see the things the way you do... That never works. However, again, this should not be used as an excuse for not trying to explain the situation to the people involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   At the end of the day, you will have to live by decisions of your own and some not your own. You can as well choose to stand and fight on those forced on you... sometimes the fight is useless, and in very few occasions, it might also change things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You know the irony of life.. An optimist is the one most hurt :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-5865315625443520183?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/5865315625443520183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=5865315625443520183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/5865315625443520183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/5865315625443520183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/09/decisions.html' title='Decisions....'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-5136281718974725556</id><published>2007-06-08T02:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-09T00:45:30.045+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Whew.. a Roller Coaster Ride..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmmm.. actually it isnt as exciting as the title tells.. okok. .now, dont get too disappointed.. it is not that boring also, I hope.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Disclaimer - This post is full of crap :D (I hear u saying, "tell me something I don't know.." :P :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    I was going thru the firstest posts in my blog... and pleasantly surprised at how motivated and enthufied I used to be.... I am now searching for motivation for even doing the simplest of things.. I guess that fell off somewhere during the roller coaster ride :P   I remember, once I had written tht, "hope I will find something to write everyday once atleast" :P now, tht sounds like the crappiest statement ever.. who knows the future?! but updating the blog once a month is getting difficult.. fgt abt once a day.... The journey thru blogging has been an interesting one.. not only happy though..  it has been tough as well sometimes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    So, whats the point of this post.. well, thought I will come up with something by now.. nope.. wasnt able to.. so, as of now there is no point.. kindly adjust....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been cribbing a lot abt how de-motivated I've become.. cha.. so sad.. nyways.. first step towards stopping tht feeling, is to stop cribbing!!!  and too much introspection is also not so good.... now stop.. get back to work!!&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/12808770-5136281718974725556?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/5136281718974725556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=5136281718974725556&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/5136281718974725556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/5136281718974725556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/06/whew-roller-coaster-ride.html' title='Whew.. a Roller Coaster Ride..'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-4856046170539736309</id><published>2007-06-02T13:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-02T13:57:40.430+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blisssssss...</title><content type='html'>3 AM in the night... getting drenched in rain... next to the pool, sipping Pepsi.. isnt it bliss :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-4856046170539736309?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/4856046170539736309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=4856046170539736309&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/4856046170539736309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/4856046170539736309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/06/blisssssss.html' title='Blisssssss...'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-366405578443699941</id><published>2007-05-22T09:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-22T10:39:36.843+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chasing the Shadows...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I have been sailing across the oceans&lt;br /&gt;flying across the blue sky&lt;br /&gt;Without never finding the answer&lt;br /&gt;the answer to the question why&lt;br /&gt;just when you think you reach it, it's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing Shadows, Chasing shadows&lt;br /&gt;Chasing Shadows, all your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harder you try to fix things in your life&lt;br /&gt;Faster you know it's in vain&lt;br /&gt;Searching for loving from strangest places&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is left but the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing Shadows, Chasing shadows&lt;br /&gt;Chasing Shadows, all your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist - Stratovarius&lt;br /&gt;Album - DreamSpace&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/12808770-366405578443699941?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/366405578443699941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=366405578443699941&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/366405578443699941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/366405578443699941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/05/chasing-shadows.html' title='Chasing the Shadows...'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-6577729570449000563</id><published>2007-04-23T13:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-23T13:19:00.660+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Surreal....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3gBHY6bJ2U0/RixkoQCs20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Rt9fLKb7Ibw/s1600-h/HPIM4285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3gBHY6bJ2U0/RixkoQCs20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Rt9fLKb7Ibw/s320/HPIM4285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056527124294064962" 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/12808770-6577729570449000563?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/6577729570449000563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=6577729570449000563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/6577729570449000563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/6577729570449000563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/04/surreal.html' title='Surreal....'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3gBHY6bJ2U0/RixkoQCs20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Rt9fLKb7Ibw/s72-c/HPIM4285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-1339059621228541179</id><published>2007-03-27T10:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-27T10:42:10.522+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tranquility...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3gBHY6bJ2U0/RgiiIpinvUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b0e0ph-dyP0/s1600-h/Picture+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3gBHY6bJ2U0/RgiiIpinvUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b0e0ph-dyP0/s320/Picture+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046461651942358338" 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/12808770-1339059621228541179?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/1339059621228541179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=1339059621228541179&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/1339059621228541179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/1339059621228541179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='Tranquility...'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3gBHY6bJ2U0/RgiiIpinvUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b0e0ph-dyP0/s72-c/Picture+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-7466403757145986510</id><published>2007-03-14T09:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-14T10:10:19.244+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Angel...</title><content type='html'>Angels are supposed to gaurd you, stay with you in times of trouble and help you get over it right? But you know another quality of them? They seldom stay after you are out of the trouble. Its coz they were there for YOU and not for themselves. If they stay longer.. may be you wont know they were an Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  However, once you realise it was an Angel.. its gone.. and thats when its hard to take... however it may be easier coz you are out of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  One such Angel is not amongst our family anymore... There cant be another one like that..  Thanks to him for making us what we are today... Thanks for changing our lives, bringing meaning to it, for giving us hope and dreams and the showing us the way to make them true.. Miss you, but will always remember and treasure you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To my grandfather's brother.. who passed away yesterday evening...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-7466403757145986510?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/7466403757145986510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=7466403757145986510&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/7466403757145986510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/7466403757145986510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/03/angel_14.html' title='Angel...'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-7476118328846108456</id><published>2007-03-13T22:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-13T22:49:34.693+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Today's fortune&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Find release from your cares, have a good time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-7476118328846108456?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/7476118328846108456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=7476118328846108456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/7476118328846108456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/7476118328846108456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/03/todays-fortune-find-release-from-your.html' title=''/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-7216009359772244390</id><published>2007-02-08T23:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-09T00:01:41.493+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lost? Cheated?? Fooled???</title><content type='html'>When will a person feel lost, cheated, fooled etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that one will feel all this when they dont do things for self satisfaction, when they do things with an expected result in mind... It is genuinely hard not to do this, infact doing this is what is "known" as being human :)  (Amazing.. being human isnt human being :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you do something only coz you thought thats the only thing you ever wanted to do, without having an expected result in mind.. coz u didnt do it for the result.. u did it for the joy you would get while doing it... its known as "inhuman" aka "crazy" ;)&lt;br /&gt;I say there is this part in each and every one of us. Each one of us do such things. Hard to believe.. but not for me, I think its just the ratio of so called* "human" and "inhuman", that is different amongst ppl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can even love others for yourself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*So called..  not me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-7216009359772244390?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/7216009359772244390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=7216009359772244390&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/7216009359772244390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/7216009359772244390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/02/lost-cheated-fooled.html' title='Lost? Cheated?? Fooled???'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-1810473684366974953</id><published>2007-02-05T23:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:32:37.135+05:30</updated><title type='text'>JLT*....</title><content type='html'>Too much of thought into your thinking  takes away its originality/naturality....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*JLT -&gt; Just Like That ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-1810473684366974953?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/1810473684366974953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=1810473684366974953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/1810473684366974953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/1810473684366974953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/02/jlt.html' title='JLT*....'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-3744249093638171603</id><published>2007-02-05T19:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-05T19:25:20.295+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Understanding...</title><content type='html'>Understanding is a great thing.... Just that, when you can feel others pain and suffering, its tough to be happy... However, as Richard* says, if your happiness depends on someone/something then you have  a problem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; If you are Understanding, you have a problem ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Richard as Richard Bach in the book Illusions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-3744249093638171603?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/3744249093638171603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=3744249093638171603&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/3744249093638171603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/3744249093638171603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/02/understanding.html' title='Understanding...'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-3393265142955889133</id><published>2007-01-29T12:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-29T12:50:54.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Forgiving....</title><content type='html'>True meaning of forgiving is not merely to ignore a mistake committed by a person and moving on, instead I believe it is to believe that there was no mistake committed by that person and let that person move on....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-3393265142955889133?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/3393265142955889133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=3393265142955889133&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/3393265142955889133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/3393265142955889133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/01/forgiving.html' title='Forgiving....'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-2536406473603419915</id><published>2007-01-23T18:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-23T18:32:28.071+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You will learn this....</title><content type='html'>As important it is, to be there for someone, when needed....&lt;br /&gt;Its equally important to realise when you are not needed and not to be there!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-2536406473603419915?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/2536406473603419915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=2536406473603419915&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/2536406473603419915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/2536406473603419915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-will-learn-this.html' title='You will learn this....'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-5179981964392578632</id><published>2006-12-11T12:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-11T18:25:30.744+05:30</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I think ppl dont learn  new things..  Its  like  everyone know everything..  just tht they realise things sooner/later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-5179981964392578632?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/5179981964392578632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=5179981964392578632&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/5179981964392578632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/5179981964392578632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-7589939754681503740</id><published>2006-11-27T10:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-02T01:25:49.610+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yuhin....</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.. the title means, I am writing this post just like tht :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I wanna talk about so many things rite now that I am not able to decide what to write about first!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyways, have to start with something.. let me start with ppl being sensitive...  We cant call ppl who easily get hurt if only nything sounded/looked offensive to them and targetted them as sensitive, can we?! About themselves, everyone(read "most of them") will be sensitive. The true meaning of sensitive is how well that person can know what effect things have on ppl other than himself/herself and let me tell you, this is not rocket science :). Many ppl are not sensitive in a way that, their attitude will be," I will tell/do what I want, if it hurts others, its not my fault!". This attitude is in a way good, coz it will make ppl realise that ppl, dont try to hurt others, its just that ppl do what they want and do not think more than tht.... like what effect will the things they do will have on their friends/others in general. So its more like, being sensitive is not good/bad, its just like, few ppl are sensitive and others not, as simple as that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There is a limit for one to feel responsible about things. One has to realise that there is only so much a person can do in every situation. No one is in control of things, infact no one can be in control of anything other than only one thing, that is himself/herself.  This would mean that, one should never be upset about things which are beyond ones control. Being upset never helps anyone/anything. But infact thinking what can be done about it helps. Who so ever is upset over what so over.. shake it off.. no use being upset.. even if you dont do it now, you will realise it sooner or later.. just that you will feel more stupid when u realise this late :D (yaya, just thinking wont help matters, but it will help u realise things and thinking is needed before acting! so do think and then do act!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If someone is trying to have "things"(Includes people, things, situations etc) under control that shows how insecure and helpless that person is. Once you have control over yourself, you will never need to be in control of anything else. Things just seem to fall in place :) Not only the want to have things in control is bad, but letting yourself to be controlled can be equally bad as well! Not always, one would say... I would say.. instead of trying to keep things under control, if one gives enough space to be free, to be themselves, one can see that there is no need for control, coz ppl will realise things...  Havent we seen enough instances where when you try to keep things too much under your control, it blows up into pieces! just like trying to hold water/sand tight in the hand.. it wont stay.. leave it free on your palm.. it may not(more probability of it staying) run away nywhere :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Okay ppl..  this is as always, my view abt things.. you are freeeee to post your comments. If you do, please leave behind a name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-7589939754681503740?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/7589939754681503740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=7589939754681503740&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/7589939754681503740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/7589939754681503740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/11/yuhin.html' title='Yuhin....'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-116283930396624930</id><published>2006-11-06T23:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-07T00:25:04.013+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What does it take for one to be happy????</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. back after a long time.. dont know wat exactly the thing tht was holding me back from posting nything.. not tht I hadnt had times where I had absolutely nothing to do.. but still just couldnt post nything.. It happens to me tooo often, I just know reasons for few things, and this is when ppl start guessing.. sometimes I give up to them or come up with some stupid reason which totally screws up everything :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Okay.. before whatever I write starts to get totally orthogonal to watever title I've given, let me start writing what I intended to write ;)&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       I really like it when ppl really smile form their heart.. I mean, no pretending. I am no good at pretending, so may be the reason for me to hate it ;) Its really hard to keep smiling frm the heart always na.. I mean there comes times when u have to pretend, smile for others :)&lt;br /&gt;       I like observing ppl.. and like it more when they are enjoying the small things in life.. like for eg, an old man playing with his grand child, thoroughly enjoying it! And if someone we think is leading a bad tough life, manages to smile as if there is no troble in this world :) (I saw a guy who collects platic from garbage pile crack a joke with his friend and laugh his heart out!, I couldnt help but smile looking... ) (silly na.. :D who cares :P, I liked it :))&lt;br /&gt;       One thing always will remain a mystery.. ppl talk abt balance.. Rich ppl to balance the poor, happy ppl to balance the sad :P, why the imbalance in the first place? beats me! nyways, point is.. at times, is it easIER for someone to be happy than others.. hmmm.. is this wat takes for a person to be happy, "How easier it is for tht person to be happy at tht instant.. considering all the things happening arnd him and the situation he is in....."&lt;br /&gt;       Guess so, I mean, u cant come up with a complex equation which would give u the exact probablity of u being happy.. I THINK :P All this is valid, provided, u wanna be happy :D Wanting to be happy is the main driving force I guess, making it easIER or hardER for a person to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       So.. what does it take for one to be happy? The Want,the Need to be happy, is what it takes for one to be happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-116283930396624930?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/116283930396624930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=116283930396624930&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/116283930396624930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/116283930396624930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-does-it-take-for-one-to-be-happy.html' title='What does it take for one to be happy????'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-115904001953995202</id><published>2006-09-24T00:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-24T01:03:39.566+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just Beautiful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM2121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM2121.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know.. Thank you Thank you :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-115904001953995202?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115904001953995202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=115904001953995202&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115904001953995202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115904001953995202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-beautiful.html' title='Just Beautiful...'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-115821982521106072</id><published>2006-09-14T12:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-14T13:13:45.310+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tooo baaad...</title><content type='html'>Why the hell am I waiting for someone else always.. no need to right?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even for having time off, having some fun.. I keep waiting.. I mean, cant I ever do something myself.. It seems like I am too much dependant...  one more bad thing.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this another stupid hopeless urge of mine.. forcing myself not to be myself... God only knows why I try to be someone else!!! It makes me feel so bad abt myself... I know I myself can be better.. but somehow I end up to be like someone else!! I am tired of it and also sick of it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna break free from all these... I wasnt like this before, I know!! I want to be break free with high spirits again.. I will, I hope.. sooooner :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-115821982521106072?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115821982521106072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=115821982521106072&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115821982521106072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115821982521106072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/tooo-baaad.html' title='Tooo baaad...'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-115813466960042616</id><published>2006-09-13T13:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-13T13:37:45.516+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some ppl just arent ashamed enough of themselves....</title><content type='html'>The big two names which come across are : FERNANDO ALONSO and FLAVIO BRIATORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons:&lt;br /&gt;Both blame F-1 is fixed. Should this hint about the way they won both the championships last year?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The incident was penalising Alonso on blocking Massa, which actually was a mistake by Renault! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Renault sources explained that Alonso had to rush his out lap due to his unscheduled visit to the pits to replace a damaged rear tyre."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its bloody their mistake that he had to rush and block a guy in qualifying lap. Why the hell he thinks he shouldnt be punished!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They forgot they were the ones who were running for more than a year with circumventing the rules with "mass dampers". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can forget the great break testing manouver done by a rookie driver Alonso on David Coulthard!!! Coulthard had to go off track and retired.. he could have been seriously injured!!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Sportsman Alonso does it again...&lt;br /&gt;"Alonso, was summoned to the stewards' room in Budapest after weaving and apparently brake-testing Red Bull test driver Robert Doornbos in the free afternoon session."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell does he think he has the right to comment on others when his own action are worth being ashamed of!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about "smart ass" Alonso's slowing down deliberately so that Schumi could overtake him in Hungary under red flags, so that he also got penalty.. This was very sportsman like behaviour huh?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimi is quoted saying "There are rules. If you don't respect them, you get a penalty,". Doesnt this apply to Mr. Alonso as well? When he gets penalty, he blames that the whole world is conspiring against him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean wat the hell does he thinks of himself!??! he is not even 10% of wat Mika was!! Mika,, he was a real fighter.. this moron shall for ever be known for his hopelessly shameful brake-testing skills!!&lt;br /&gt;If the Renault engine explodes, they do the Root Cause Analysis and come down to Schumi conspiring against them.. I mean.. can this get any funnier.. heehehe&lt;br /&gt;And, now the Flavio is acting like a wet hen.. he is backtracking on his comments reg FIA, Suddenly he has new found confidence in FIA :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dialogue of the day was by Ferrari president Luca di Montezemolo:&lt;br /&gt;"While I accept that there are people who talk about Ferrari from time to time, there is someone who talks too much and who missed a good opportunity to stay quiet... In life you need to have a little bit of class and so I prefer not to respond"&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-115813466960042616?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115813466960042616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=115813466960042616&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115813466960042616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115813466960042616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/some-ppl-just-arent-ashamed-enough-of.html' title='Some ppl just arent ashamed enough of themselves....'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-115795956243703556</id><published>2006-09-11T12:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-11T12:56:02.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hmm..</title><content type='html'>"While I accept that there are people who talk about Ferrari from time to time, there is someone who talks too much and who missed a good opportunity to stay quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In life you need to have a little bit of class and so I prefer not to respond." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ferrari president Luca di Montezemolo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-115795956243703556?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115795956243703556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=115795956243703556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115795956243703556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115795956243703556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/hmm.html' title='Hmm..'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-115764750458349295</id><published>2006-09-07T22:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-07T22:15:04.586+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Again!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/eveninNFSMW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/eveninNFSMW.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time have to find out how!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-115764750458349295?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115764750458349295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=115764750458349295&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115764750458349295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115764750458349295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/again_07.html' title='Again!!!!'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-115739244559484572</id><published>2006-09-04T23:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-04T23:33:44.396+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Failure is sweeet..</title><content type='html'>Failed really miserably few days back.. but somehow, not sure why.. feeling real good after that!!! I have been refreshed :D Feels good!!!&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. will be back with a better post :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-115739244559484572?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115739244559484572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=115739244559484572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115739244559484572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115739244559484572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/failure-is-sweeet.html' title='Failure is sweeet..'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-115653266245486374</id><published>2006-08-26T00:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-26T00:34:22.473+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why!??!</title><content type='html'>Am just drifting along, &lt;br /&gt;No Idea where I am, where I've been.&lt;br /&gt;Even a moment to pass, it feels so loong,&lt;br /&gt;No clue, what remains to be seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-115653266245486374?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115653266245486374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=115653266245486374&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115653266245486374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115653266245486374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/08/why.html' title='Why!??!'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-115579759071701940</id><published>2006-08-17T12:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-17T12:23:33.503+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Words are chameleons which reflect the color of their environment. &lt;br /&gt;-Learned Hand (1872-1961)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-115579759071701940?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115579759071701940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=115579759071701940&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115579759071701940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115579759071701940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/08/words-are-chameleons-which-reflect.html' title=''/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-115528957420972222</id><published>2006-08-11T15:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-11T15:16:14.243+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So much sadness exists in the world that we are all under obligation to contribute as much joy as lies within our powers. &lt;br /&gt;                                             - John Sutherland Bonnell (1893-1992)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-115528957420972222?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115528957420972222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=115528957420972222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115528957420972222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115528957420972222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-much-sadness-exists-in-world-that.html' title=''/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-115519558271771724</id><published>2006-08-10T10:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-10T13:09:42.790+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friendship for Requirement....</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. Been struggling to remember my password for the blogger account for the past few days!!! Finally gave up and went for the "forgot password?" option and got a new password!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thats not the topic... Its been really long since I posted anything.. actually stopped somewhere in the middle of the US trip and nothing at all even after coming back.. somehow didnt feel like.. or been too lazy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, thats not the topic of this post :D.. okok relax, have some patience.. &lt;br /&gt;The headline does not sound good at all rite?! Actually, such a thing mostly does not exist... But, unfortunately, it seems like happening always... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusing??! okay.. let me try and explain...&lt;br /&gt;What is being a friend of someone.. Its become more like, talking often, sharing stories, good and bad and doing things together.. Sometimes it so happens that this stops abruptly.. reasons can be many!!! But until both parties involved dont think it was inevitable, its going to be bitter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange but true thing is, it is natural for ppl to do this.. Everyone of us do it.. I mean, there will be a good friend with whom you would be sharing most of the things, and due to many reasons the contact is lost, very few times coz the purpose is served for one of them.. (Shame on you!)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the main point is, 99% of them dont do this intentionally.. this is forced on to them.. and once it is out of the normal routine.. it is very rare a person tries hard to keep in touch the same with all of them (Hats off to them who do.. to others, its ok.. its natural :P)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best soln as one of my good friends pointed out, is if you think one of your friends is not the same anymore, then be mature enough to accept that it is natural somtimes, and it might be inevitable and stop bothering about it :) Your friend is fine and more often than not found another good friend :)) (Mind you, this is not sarcastic or a bad thing... thats the way things go.. its very very normal and natural)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me??! I am one confused soul regarding all this.. this post is an outcome of my attempt to think about it and why it happens :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-115519558271771724?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115519558271771724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=115519558271771724&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115519558271771724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115519558271771724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/08/friendship-for-requirement.html' title='Friendship for Requirement....'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-115116867157606093</id><published>2006-06-24T22:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:34:31.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RT 3</title><content type='html'>Live every moment in life as if it is the only one you will ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this cant motivate you to be your best.. I am not sure if anything else can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-115116867157606093?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115116867157606093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=115116867157606093&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115116867157606093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115116867157606093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/06/rt-3.html' title='RT 3'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-115024201359454229</id><published>2006-06-14T04:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-14T05:13:00.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RT 2 - (Cant think of an appropriate title)</title><content type='html'>This topic is about Cancerians... ppl with sunsign Cancer. More often than not, these are the ppl who are really very close to how they are supposed to be according to all the horoscope books. A hurt child, capable of getting hurt at the silliest of the situations, very emotional, high level of attachment to ppl around etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. It is natural for anyone to stay from this class of people. No, the reason is not because they want to escape from a leech.. its coz they are scared if they hurt them even without intention! You know what, even this staying away hurts them :) So is it that whatever one does / does not do, its impossible to keep a Cancerian from getting hurt. Well, it seems to be the case with the poor Cancerians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a believer of all these sunsigns, astrology stuff, but surely these things strike to be more than just co incidence sometimes. For eg, Its not like, all the other ppl target Cancerians ( I hope so!! ;) ). Its just that they "get" hurt more. How does it feel to have such ppl as friends, what if you cant stay away, they are ur close friends. I'll tell you, its very very frustrating :) again its coz, u cant stop them from getting hurt or feeling bad.. its like their birth right to get hurt for the smallest reason possible :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now from the Cancerians point of view, they think ppl around them are those without whom they cant survive. They get attached to ppl very easily. They feel everyone around them is close to them. Being a close friend brings with it few requirements - understanding, reciprocation of feelings etc.. When this does not happen.... yeah, you guessed right, they get hurt. Most of the times its the Cancerians who build a world of their own within themselves, they set their own expectations etc. These expectations are a lot and the main reason for the hurt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, fgt the getting hurt part, one thing about Cancerians, no one can give more into a relation than a Cancerian. They go all out... sometimes it seems as if they are trying to impress.. no, thats how they are!!! They like to have attachments, they like to feel loved, cared about.. remember, a hurt child. Even better thing about them, all this getting hurt, no reciprocal for their feelings, etc, never stops them from going all out again.. they get hurt, feel bad.. next day, they are at it again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on, but somehow rite now not feeling like.. may be some other day will continue, or may be not :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This is a very general opinion, this by no way means that all the Cancerians fall into this category, or that other sunsign ppl are not like this. But the majority are like this.. Hopeless creatures or hopelessly wonderful creatures.. Cancerians :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-115024201359454229?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115024201359454229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=115024201359454229&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115024201359454229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115024201359454229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/06/rt-2-cant-think-of-appropriate-title.html' title='RT 2 - (Cant think of an appropriate title)'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-115001513297622800</id><published>2006-06-11T13:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-12T06:40:06.716+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RT 1 - Spirituality</title><content type='html'>Me and my friend while chatting, stumbled upon the topic of Spirituality, and hence prompted me to post about the thoughts I have regarding the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I am not going to define Spirituality here, not support or contradict anything.. Just am trying put things in perspective and my opinions about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Okay, Spirituality.. in the bigger picture... is a way to define things.. to make things seem less complicated by giving the questions, answers. &lt;br /&gt;Isn't it so, I mean things being unknown make things seem complicated. If you know everything, its simple!!&lt;br /&gt;Spirituality is one of the many ways to see life in simple terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But there seems to be a problem.. problem of being steriotyped. What if, all the questions are answered.. most of them dont strive to see if the answers are right or wrong.. try and see if there are any alternate answers.. to see if there are alternate ways to do things..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Its good to reason things out.. not to deny something straight away... see things in a logical way and try make sense out of things.. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Spirituality has a lot into it.. its really a very good thing.. helps ppl to feel better, to feel complete! but again.. its even better if one sees what it is actually trying to do, how it is able to help.. At the same time, this is not absolutely requried.. unless one is trying to see from one level higher :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Spirituality is a good thing to happen.. but anything followed blindly only proves that you are actually blind :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-115001513297622800?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115001513297622800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=115001513297622800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115001513297622800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/115001513297622800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/06/rt-1-spirituality.html' title='RT 1 - Spirituality'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-114948284384045373</id><published>2006-06-05T10:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-05T10:18:59.736+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Museum of Flight, Seattle, WA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM2765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM2765.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Fighter plane built!! - in 1914!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM2788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM2788.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... the infamous SR71-Blackbird.. altitude and speed record holder, since 1976 :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM2794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM2794.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grp of planes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM2802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM2802.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.. its me in the cockpit of a blackbird!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-114948284384045373?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/114948284384045373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=114948284384045373&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114948284384045373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114948284384045373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/06/museum-of-flight-seattle-wa.html' title='The Museum of Flight, Seattle, WA.'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-114918412576898368</id><published>2006-06-01T23:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-01T23:30:23.096+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life in the Past lane :P</title><content type='html'>Was browsing through my own blog few days ago.. looking at the posts I had written long time back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I felt strange/wierd/silly reading those. Many a times when I had written a post absolutely frustrated, now seemed to be the silliest thing. Something I had felt really bad about, now I can afford to smile looking at it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've been thinking, the simple fact that it seems silly/not so serious, actually make me a fool for feeling so then?! I guess its the same with most of the people.. When was the last time you laughed at yourself for being upset about some stupid thing?! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The all important thing here is the "situation" you are in. Now you can aramse think about why what and how.. at that time, your mind wasn't working so well ;) Hmm.. so if this is the case, is it justified for you to laugh at something you were upset about?! Is it justified to feel silly after you thought it was a very serious thing?!&lt;br /&gt;Well, may be it is, may be it is not.. but to laugh and to feel silly about sounds sooo much better than being angry/upset/serious... So, why bother :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time you would have figured out that this is a tooootal time pass post :D But all of this is not timepass, I surely did think about this!! Please leave ur comments regarding what your thoughts are regarding the same...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-114918412576898368?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/114918412576898368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=114918412576898368&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114918412576898368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114918412576898368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-in-past-lane-p.html' title='Life in the Past lane :P'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-114867865732344058</id><published>2006-05-27T02:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-27T13:48:07.820+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Check this out!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/F-1%20Steering%20wheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/F-1%20Steering%20wheel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Functions of the buttons:&lt;br /&gt;From top:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+1 and +10 (green, far left and far right)&lt;br /&gt;Used in conjunction with the MSG OK button (marked with a cross, right) to flick through car function menus, allowing the driver to override certain functions in the case of malfunction. The MSG OK button changes the respective menu of each of the two buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLS (yellow, with P, left)&lt;br /&gt;Activates the pit-lane speed limiter when entering the pits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTT (red, left)&lt;br /&gt;Pit radio button. Used to call the pit crew via radio communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRINKS (grey, left)&lt;br /&gt;Provides drinking fluid to the driver. Operates an electric pump to bring the liquid from a reservoir in the cockpit through a tube to the driver’s mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TC OFF (blue, left)&lt;br /&gt;Switches off the traction control. Mainly used during the formation lap to allow the driver to spin the rear wheels and generate heat in the tyres. Also used when exiting the driver’s pit position, allowing wheelspin, which deposits rubber on the tarmac, providing more grip during pit stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A and B (black/purple, black, left)&lt;br /&gt;Used to change the traction control setting ,for hi revs and low revs. The various positions enable the driver to find the correct level of traction control interevention. The optimum level changes due to numerous variables, including the level of grip provided by the tarmac, the track temperature, the amount of rubber deposited on the track etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lower left switch (with positions 2 through 8)&lt;br /&gt;This presets the lowest gear for each corner, allowing the driver to change down through the gearbox quickly, without fear of selecting too low a gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C, D and E (black/red, black/white, black/blue, along base of wheel)&lt;br /&gt;These switches adjust the car’s differential setting. These depend on various factors related to the overall set up of the car, the fuel load variation, low gear revs and high gears revs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F (black/green, bottom right)&lt;br /&gt;This button - a very important one - operates and changes the engine braking settings. As the race progresses and the car’s brakes become gradually less efficient, it is useful to be able to increase the amount of engine braking action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G (black/yellow, right)&lt;br /&gt;This button sets the rev limit for the engine - the highest revs it can reach in each gear before changing up. A higher setting allows the driver to extract more performance; a lower setting puts less stress on the engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H (black/orange, right)&lt;br /&gt;This switch changes specific traction control and differential settings in accordance with the tyres being used - grooved, intermediate or wet - to account for the different levels of grip provided by each type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R (red, right)&lt;br /&gt;Allows the driver to select neutral and reverse gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OT (yellow, right)&lt;br /&gt;The overtaking button. This temporarily increases the engine’s maximum rev limit when extra power is needed for a short period. When the button is released the rev limit returns to its default setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah... .too much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-114867865732344058?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/114867865732344058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=114867865732344058&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114867865732344058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114867865732344058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/05/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out!!!!'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-114858495819889921</id><published>2006-05-26T00:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-26T01:16:48.393+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Filler..</title><content type='html'>Not getting anything to post yet.. so this is just a filler.. Dont expect anything interesting(actually anything at all) in this post :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even cooking has become routine.. havent tried out any new thing.. just puliyogre, rice/rasam/sambhar, pulav and cheese macaroni(maggi equivalent :P). Apart from that, nothing much interesting. Listening to songs, watching few comedy shows.. movie once in a while.. time just flies by :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM2551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM2551.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM2548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM2548.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM2556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM2556.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Only for a moment and the moment's gone&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Pass before my eyes, a curiosity&lt;br /&gt;Dust in the wind&lt;br /&gt;All we are is dust in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Same old song&lt;br /&gt;Just a drop of water in an endless sea&lt;br /&gt;All we do&lt;br /&gt;Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see&lt;br /&gt;Dust in the wind&lt;br /&gt;All we are is dust in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Now, Don't hang on&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky&lt;br /&gt;It slips away&lt;br /&gt;And all your money won't another minute buy&lt;br /&gt;Dust in the wind&lt;br /&gt;All we are is dust in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Dust in the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dust in the wind, Kerry Livgren, Scorpions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-114858495819889921?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/114858495819889921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=114858495819889921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114858495819889921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114858495819889921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/05/filler.html' title='Filler..'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-114801458516990124</id><published>2006-05-19T10:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-19T10:29:43.970+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pulavvvv!!!! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM2643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM2643.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;text align=center color-blue&gt;Vegetables cut...&lt;/text&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM2645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM2645.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;text align=center color-blue&gt;Rice cooked...&lt;/text&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM2646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM2646.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;text align=center color-blue&gt;Vegetables being cooked...&lt;/text&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM2649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM2649.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;text align=center color-blue&gt;Ah.. Finally, the Pulav...&lt;/text&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM2650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM2650.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;text align=center color-blue&gt;Hungry kya :D :D&lt;/text&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-114801458516990124?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/114801458516990124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=114801458516990124&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114801458516990124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114801458516990124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/05/pulavvvv-d.html' title='Pulavvvv!!!! :D'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-114766681908621001</id><published>2006-05-15T09:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-15T09:50:19.126+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Few more pics..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM2611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM2611.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM2612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM2612.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM2589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM2589.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Samsung ZX10 - UMTS phone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-114766681908621001?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/114766681908621001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=114766681908621001&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114766681908621001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114766681908621001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/05/few-more-pics.html' title='Few more pics..'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-114764066280299884</id><published>2006-05-15T02:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-15T02:34:22.823+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia???</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I slept a bit too much.. for 6 hours straight, you know i never do that kinda thing.. its really a rare thing for me. Even surprising I slept off in the evening for 3 hours!! Okay here are more facts.. the previous day, was working from 8AM to 3AM(Yes, not a typo, both times are AM). Slept from 3AM to 9AM and then in the evening slept from 6PM to 9PM and then slept at 3AM again.. got up at 7AM(I told u 6 hours straight does not happen much). Looks like I suffer from Insomnia :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-114764066280299884?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/114764066280299884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=114764066280299884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114764066280299884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114764066280299884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/05/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia???'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-114705935942133779</id><published>2006-05-08T08:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-08T09:05:59.446+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Few Pics..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM2543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM2543.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metal humans.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM2568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM2568.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metal bike with metal tires!! and the board reads FLAT TIRE :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM2571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM2571.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Granite chair!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM2544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM2544.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird sitting on a tree :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM2545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM2545.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same bird, now flying away!!!! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-114705935942133779?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/114705935942133779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=114705935942133779&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114705935942133779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114705935942133779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/05/few-pics.html' title='Few Pics..'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-114695460123583482</id><published>2006-05-07T03:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-07T04:00:01.643+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In a faaar faaar away place....</title><content type='html'>Posting after a looooooooooong time!! somehow didnt feel like posting anything at all... even tho, I should say, had sooo many things to post about.. annyways, hopefully, will be regular here after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   For now will post some pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM2496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM2496.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     My new work place :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM2530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM2530.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  My new(temp) car .. Chevrolet Impala :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM2522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM2522.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Another pic of it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.. Its gloomy here the whole day.. the whole week was sunny! and darn, when the weekend comes, it has to rain!! Anyways.. am kept very busy by the work here.. but still a loooong time to go, lets see, how it goes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-114695460123583482?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/114695460123583482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=114695460123583482&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114695460123583482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114695460123583482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-faaar-faaar-away-place.html' title='In a faaar faaar away place....'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-114218767846149850</id><published>2006-03-12T23:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:51:18.483+05:30</updated><title type='text'>can anyone be more cuter?! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM0642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM0642.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin sis Manasa :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-114218767846149850?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/114218767846149850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=114218767846149850&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114218767846149850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114218767846149850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/03/can-anyone-be-more-cuter.html' title='can anyone be more cuter?! :)'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-114218688523005080</id><published>2006-03-12T23:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:38:05.230+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No place inside the car.. NO PROBLEM :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/Picture%20230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/Picture%20230.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-114218688523005080?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/114218688523005080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=114218688523005080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114218688523005080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114218688523005080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-place-inside-car-no-problem-d.html' title='No place inside the car.. NO PROBLEM :D'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-114218662524438503</id><published>2006-03-12T23:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:33:45.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'>hmm.. interesting :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/Picture%20238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/Picture%20238.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-114218662524438503?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/114218662524438503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=114218662524438503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114218662524438503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114218662524438503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/03/hmm-interesting-p.html' title='hmm.. interesting :P'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-114218645479564305</id><published>2006-03-12T23:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:30:54.856+05:30</updated><title type='text'>me in phull josh sometime :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/Picture%20140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/Picture%20140.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-114218645479564305?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/114218645479564305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=114218645479564305&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114218645479564305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114218645479564305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/03/me-in-phull-josh-sometime-d.html' title='me in phull josh sometime :D'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-114163183929490183</id><published>2006-03-06T13:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-27T01:04:54.613+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To Hell With The World...</title><content type='html'>Yeah.. you read it right.. to hell with it!! &lt;br /&gt;To hell with the world which lacks understanding, which lacks care, which lacks humanity, which lacks respect for relatioships, which cant think of what others are going through, which not only is selfish but to the extent that it hurts others, to which sensitive ppl seem like mad ppl, to which emotions are a waste of time, to which being frank is being rude, to which liking is like stabbing, to which, to expect is to commit a crime...&lt;br /&gt;I could have added more.. but whats the use, I am a part of this world, ain't I?! Well, have to stop cribbing and try and do something abt it?! haha.. do what?!&lt;br /&gt;Be nice, sensitive, emotional, understanding, caring, helpful etc etc.. you know what ppl think if you are all this?? If u are all this to a girl, she thinks you are in LOVE with her(might be) and that is the only reason for u to be all this and then cut the relationship.. simple why take risk!(being judgemental, you suck!)!! and if its a guy, its like, you are looking for a favor..(no comments).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-114163183929490183?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/114163183929490183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=114163183929490183&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114163183929490183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114163183929490183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-hell-with-world.html' title='To Hell With The World...'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-114111567076791760</id><published>2006-02-28T14:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-28T14:04:30.766+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Good one.. isnt it :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/640/Picture%20111.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/Picture%20111.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unshared joy is an unlighted candle.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-114111567076791760?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/114111567076791760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=114111567076791760&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114111567076791760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114111567076791760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/02/good-one-isnt-it-d.html' title='Good one.. isnt it :D'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-114111529427530803</id><published>2006-02-28T13:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-28T13:58:14.286+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Artistic! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/640/Photo-0161.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/Photo-0161.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-114111529427530803?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/114111529427530803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=114111529427530803&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114111529427530803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114111529427530803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/02/artistic.html' title='Artistic! :)'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-114071749285667368</id><published>2006-02-23T22:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-23T23:28:12.910+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A trip....</title><content type='html'>There was this marriage function of one of my manager which we had planned to attend. The marriage was to be held in Chennai on Sunday 19th Feb. As usual as the day came near, most of them dropped out... and finally we were left with 3 ppl. So we decided to go by car to Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;We had planned to start on Saturday morning. Office on Friday was normal till noon. Then suddenly nothing seemed to work! Something had to be finished urgently and everything is going wrong!! We decided to stay back a bit late and finish it off.. We kept on working till 10.. 11... 12.. 1... 2.... 3 Never realized the time!!!! Suddenly we think oh ho.. too late.. my home is 30 kms from office.. So thought its not a gr8 idea to be traveling back home at 3! So decided to stay back for 3 more hrs and start in the early morning.. We did some work till 4:30.. and tried to sleep but couldn't! Left office at 7(some work in morn also ;)) and then reached home at 8. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to sleep but again phone calls started coming... Had to organize the trip also rite!! So we 3 decided to start by 12:30 or so.. I left home at 12... and by the time we all got into the car it was 2 PM. We were goin in my architects car.&lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasant journey.. except for one occasion when Jaggi(team architect) was ripping at 140 kmph and he had break suddenly... car skid for 250 mts.. and still after tht we were doing 70-80 kmph!!!! phew.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 180 kms, I took control of the wheel and as you would have guessed, the journey couldnt have been smoother :D But nearer to Chennai. no direction boards... and too many ppl coming in wrong way without headlights!! (Yeah it was dark.. 6-7 PM). One is lucky if tht person is wearing white clothing! or else u cant see at all!!! Reached Chennai city at 7:30.. peak time.. so got stuck in few traffic jams.. but never stopped for long.. traffic always moves in Chennai!! never stops!!!&lt;br /&gt;Reached the hotel in which Sriram(manager who was getting married) was supposed to have booked room for us. The manager there denied any such thing :). And moreover Sriram was not picking up the phone!! So we decided to hunt down the marriage hall ourselves. We came to know tht it was quite close by to the hotel and decided to walk till there. We found the hall and met Sriram also.. who was abt to have dinner with his would-be wife :D.We joined him for dinner there and came back and got the room booked and went off to sleep at 11:30.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had decided to get up early in the morning(5:30 AM) and go to the Marina beach which was close by. But unfortunately we couldn't get up so early and only managed to get up by 6:30! Still we decided to go to the beach,, we spent some 45 mins there and came back. We got ready by 9:15 and went to the marriage hall. The function had started and we arrived just in time. The function went on till 11:30.. then we had food.. wished the bridegroom and the bride and started from there at 12. Reached back to hotel at 12:30.. The other 2 were making plans for the return journey.. Me had planned to stay back on sunday and monday and start only on monday evening.. I had friends to meet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving hotel, I went to meet my friends for lunch... had lunch there and then 3 of us went to Spencers. Its huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge. Roamed arnd there for some 90 mins.. and then one friend left.. two of us went to Elliots beach.. there we were supposed to meet another friend. Met them and then sat and talked on the beach... after tht had dinner and retured to hotel at 10:30 PM. Slept at 12:30...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day got up at 7AM.. got ready and had breakfast in the hotel.. Went to meet two more of my friends in a TCS office. Met them... again, talk and then went for lunch. From there again one friend left back to office and the other accompanied me to another TCS branch where I met another friend. This was in Tidel Part.. its like ITPL.. but bigger I guess.. but was a neat place.. After tht went back to hotel, packed up and collected bus tickets... and then went to drop my friend to her hostel.. was there for some 1 hour (did some shopping also).. and then started in a taxi for the busstand. The private busstand is pretty big and well organized compared to Bangalore! I reached there in time and got into the bus... it was pretty hot and humid.. but once the bus started to move, it was ok... Reached Bangalore by 5:30 AM and reached home at 6:30.. slept for a while.. and started to office by 10:30!! was there in office tht day also till 10:45 PM (back to normal routine ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few stand out points of the trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Drive was awesome...&lt;br /&gt;*Tamil Nadu is full of rash drivers!!! beware!.&lt;br /&gt;*Roads are pretty wide in Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;*There are traffic pile ups.. but it never stops.. however slowly it keeps moving.&lt;br /&gt;*Most of the roads are in decent shape.&lt;br /&gt;*Didnt see parked vehicles occupying most of the roads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**You cant explain the feeling one when someone feels real bad when u are saying bye to them and when someone feels so great and excited to know tht u are going to meet them :)&lt;br /&gt;Friendship, is such a powerful thing.. no bondage, yet so strong.. Strongest of the relationships :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-114071749285667368?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/114071749285667368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=114071749285667368&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114071749285667368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/114071749285667368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/02/trip.html' title='A trip....'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-113971028427986276</id><published>2006-02-12T07:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-12T07:41:24.283+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday means...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: July 20&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a virtual roller coaster of emotions, and most people enjoy the ride.&lt;br /&gt;Your mood tends to set the tone of the room, and when you're happy, this is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;When you get in a dark mood, watch out - it's very hard to get you out of it.&lt;br /&gt;It's sometimes hard for you to cheer up, and your gloom can be contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your warm heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Trouble controlling your emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Musical note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: February&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-113971028427986276?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/113971028427986276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=113971028427986276&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/113971028427986276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/113971028427986276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-birthday-means.html' title='My Birthday means...'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-113922550497559360</id><published>2006-02-06T16:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-06T17:01:45.070+05:30</updated><title type='text'>After a loooooooooooooooooooooong time..</title><content type='html'>I have been planning to update my blog for a loong time no. For reasons unknown, I havent been able to. So thought will write something atleast to keep the blog from being defunct :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we meet people.. strangers or people whom we know, who are good friends, close ones etc.. Ever wondered what all that person is going through.. The worst thing one can do is to be judgemental from whatever little they have seen of others....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not able to put my thoughts in words... sorry, got stuck in previous line.. I have to re gather my thoughts I guess. Rite now, I am not able to concentrate. Will write a better post next, very soon.. this time I mean it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-113922550497559360?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/113922550497559360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=113922550497559360&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/113922550497559360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/113922550497559360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/02/after-loooooooooooooooooooooong-time.html' title='After a loooooooooooooooooooooong time..'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-113735163218183115</id><published>2006-01-16T00:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-16T00:36:12.296+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Diary..</title><content type='html'>I have started writing in a diary these days. This diary was supposed to be a "to-do" or "what-i-did" kinda notebook. But this turned out to be another place where I can pour out my feelings without bothering if the target audience is irritated/un-interested/sleepy etc.. This is a snippet from the same...  (More about the  diary and its contents later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life Otherwise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What else is left to life other than Family, Work and Friends?? Is there anything at all?! There are quite a few things, I would say.. but YOU may not agree as always, But WHATEVER :P&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; All or most of the things in our life can be grouped in one of the 3 supersets I mentioned above. One question I would like to ask YOU, the answer of which I feel makes us different or unique....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;  DO YOU CONSIDER THAT THERE IS NOTHING ELSE TO YOU APART FROM WORK, FAMILY AND FRIENDS? In other words, IS THERE SOME SPACE WITHIN YOU WHERE NO-ONE/NOTHING EXISTS BUT YOURSELF AND WHICH IS FOR-YOURSELF?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mind you, this is not abt being selfish. If this question is not clear, the next post might help.. YOU will have to wait till then&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-113735163218183115?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/113735163218183115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=113735163218183115&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/113735163218183115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/113735163218183115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/01/diary.html' title='Diary..'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-113626785167307973</id><published>2006-01-03T11:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-03T11:33:30.630+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Whatever...</title><content type='html'>This is the keyword with which ppl associate me thesedays. I have actually tending to become a "whatever" minded person. If you are not getting what i am trying to say, i dont care.. i would say "whatever". ( i know u would say the same thing :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have been observing people a lot these days and mostly myself. Not that I havent been doing this before.. but these days it has become a lot!! I think there is a reason for this. The reason being the way I am being treated is not what I am expecting. Yaya i can hear some ppl screaming already, "expectation is the cause for all the misery".. crap! So I decided to check out where the prob actually existed. So observing myself, to check out how I behave in different situations with differenct people. I surprise myself quite often. It has really provided quite an insight about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  May be this is a reason why i havent blogged for quite a while now.. trying to do too many things at once with no proper planning and direction.. time to set them all right :) Hope I can do that soon. Will continue blogging with more interesting/boring topics :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-113626785167307973?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/113626785167307973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=113626785167307973&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/113626785167307973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/113626785167307973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2006/01/whatever.html' title='Whatever...'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-113091106279918190</id><published>2005-11-02T11:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-02T11:27:42.800+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM1041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM1041.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Me trying to light a sparkle stick from the Flower pot :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-113091106279918190?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/113091106279918190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=113091106279918190&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/113091106279918190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/113091106279918190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2005/11/me-trying-to-light-sparkle-stick-from.html' title=''/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-113091088153722296</id><published>2005-11-02T11:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-02T11:25:22.416+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DEEPAWALI....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/HPIM1025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/HPIM1025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; This was yesterday.. We decided to meet up at a friend place and burst some crackers together... More detailed report coming soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-113091088153722296?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/113091088153722296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=113091088153722296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/113091088153722296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/113091088153722296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2005/11/deepawali.html' title='DEEPAWALI....'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-113079145408476335</id><published>2005-11-01T02:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-01T02:14:14.123+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bowling?? / Movie??</title><content type='html'>Here is the situation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friend planned to go to bowling at Amoeba-Church street. Me, him and another girl were supposed to go bowling.. The girl told my friend that she will be there at Amoeba at around 2 PM. I went to my friends place from office to pick him up. We both had plans to go to a movie after that ( "The Grudge" )... So we decided to go to Forum first, get the tickets and then go to Amoeba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what happened after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the PVR tickets booking counter... My friend gets the list of movies and timings. He finds that there is "Charile and the chocolate factory" movie at 2:00PM (It was 1:40 PM then). Now he wants to go that also. So he decides to call the girl and find out if she has already left.. if not ask her to come join us to watch the movie. He tries calling her but no answer. He sends her a couple of messages, but no reply for that as well. Now what to do.. he decides that we will get the tickets for 2:00PM movie as well, as the girl failed to reply and hence ruling out going to amoeba!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after buying the tickets, went to have lunch. McDonalds was overflowing as usual, went to KFC which was moderately full. I took 2 veg burgers and my friend some nonveg stuff.. mid way throught the meal, my friend gets a call from the girl.. She is saying that she is near Amoeba now and asking us what time we will be there!! Alas she didnt know what had happened. My friend tells her the entire thing.. he tried reaching her, getting no reply and then we deciding to get the tickets for one more movie. That girl gets all pissed off!! She starts off like.. "You are ditching me now", "I never told I am not coming".. "Now what will i do for 2 hours alone", etc etc.. Because of all this my friend gets pissed off and he starts shouting inside KFC.. he is like "Why the hell didnt u pick the call", "Sorry, now we have taken the tickets already" etc etc.. I was feeling wierd and at the sametime couldnt help noticing the funny side of things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt want this mutual blaming to continue.. so asked my friend to cut the call and then told him that there were only 2 choices A and B. A, we chuck going to bowling, let her do whatever to pass time.. or B, chuck the movie, waste 200 bucks ticket money and go to Amoeba and meet her. My friend thinks for a while (Aleast I thought so.. he was quite for a minute.. or may be he took that much time to differentiate b/n the choices :P). After this silence he looks at me as if seeking my opinion. I had decided already that leaving her alone to spend 2 hours by herself was a bad idea.. so chuck the movie, waste the money and go to Amoeba. I told this to my friend and he too agreed. So we decided not to go to "Charlie and the chocolate factory" and go bowling instead :D.. And after bowling we came back to forum and watched "The Grudge"... It was ok.. scary.. silly.. with no good story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it was, the decision taken felt right and also the money wasted seemed worth it when that girl felt really greatful that we ditched the movie even after buying the tickets :) ( Or I thought she was greatful... she actually offered to re imburse the ticket price.. but, we are not so cheap :D )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-113079145408476335?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/113079145408476335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=113079145408476335&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/113079145408476335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/113079145408476335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2005/11/bowling-movie.html' title='Bowling?? / Movie??'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-113061391274312878</id><published>2005-10-30T00:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-30T00:55:12.773+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Live and let.... Die?!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/1600/capt.xms11210291528.india_explosion_xms112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3071/1102/320/capt.xms11210291528.india_explosion_xms112.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the good songs of GNR, some may recognise. But What I put that title was to reflect the act of terrorism. &lt;br /&gt;Three bombs at midnight shook our capital city. Bombs were kept near markets so as to target killing many as possible. Heard about passing messages through people on horses, pigeons, flames lit on top of mountains, via phone, TV, Radio etc... but wonder from when this barbaric act of killing humans became a message passing technique!! They just want the Indian Govt hear that they are here and are in a position to cause much damage if their demands are not met!!!&lt;br /&gt;From the above pic, what will those hopeless terrorists get out of hurting these small kids.. shame on their lives who think their sole purpose in life is to end others lives! My heart aches when any such incident happen any where on earth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-113061391274312878?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/113061391274312878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=113061391274312878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/113061391274312878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/113061391274312878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2005/10/live-and-let-die.html' title='Live and let.... Die?!??'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12808770.post-112978866766262799</id><published>2005-10-20T11:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-20T11:41:40.360+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Is it Justified?</title><content type='html'>A Conversation snippet ( Conference )&lt;br /&gt;Characters A, B and C... ( C being myself )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : Hey.. You know what C.. I am goin to Ooty today!! :D&lt;br /&gt;C :(Thinking) Wow.. decided within a day!!&lt;br /&gt;B : Wow.. cool man.. that will be gr8!!!&lt;br /&gt;C : Yeah.. real cool.. have fun..&lt;br /&gt;A : Yeah B?!? As if you didnt know that I was going!!&lt;br /&gt;B : What!? I didnt know!&lt;br /&gt;A : Moron I have told you already!!&lt;br /&gt;C :(Thinking) This is interesting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Q. Why would anyone act as if they are not aware of something even though they very well know about it. &lt;br /&gt; A. They dont want you to feel that you were left out.. You know ppl make friendship such a complicated thing.. If one knows and the other doesnt.. its a biiig problem.. People go to hieghts to get it right like the case above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But thinking... telling straight that they knew helps matters I think. Trying to get it right and getting caught like this is bad isnt it.. and now it feels more irritating that first of all you werent told about it and then ppl are acting in front of you that they didnt know!!! Suddenly you get the sinking sensation.. "No one is true to you!!!" What a shame...&lt;br /&gt;  But who cares.. I have stopped bothering if anyone is true to me or not.. It doesnt matter.. But is acting like this justified!!??!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12808770-112978866766262799?l=narendrabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/feeds/112978866766262799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12808770&amp;postID=112978866766262799&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/112978866766262799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12808770/posts/default/112978866766262799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narendrabs.blogspot.com/2005/10/is-it-justified.html' title='Is it Justified?'/><author><name>NaReN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01334637584286696969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/251/5706/640/calvin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
