<?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-14275340</id><updated>2012-01-20T15:03:11.590+05:30</updated><title type='text'>aks-sakec</title><subtitle type='html'>I welcome you all in the March month.It's been 3 months already since we wished HAPPY NEW YEAR to each other, goshh! time sure flies by. There hasn't been much blogging in these months but i assure you all that there will be many more interesting articles in near future. So, keep visiting and do keep blogging.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Akhil Shah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-114122613499245011</id><published>2006-03-01T20:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-01T20:45:35.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'>TAXI NO 9.2.11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/327/1287/1600/taxi92112P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/327/1287/320/taxi92112P.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today i saw taxi no 9211. The concept of the movie is nice, but unfortunately the director has not thought over the story properly. The casting is proper John and Nana patekar suite the characters perfectly. The story could have been much more interesting if a certain level of thought had been given, the problem is the&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;movie at many times becomes boring and certain scenes are stretched unnecessarily. The sequence where John offers nana money to drive fast, i mean.... the scene just goes on forever. Similarly the scence when car fight takes place, they just keep bashing each other for so long, 'comeon yaar get over with it' was the thought in my head. The ending is also very abrupt and confusing. i recommend that if you have nothing good to do you can go to this movie with your friends. The music is awesome the song 'Ek nazar mei bhi' is my all time fav, the bad new is the both the hit songs get over within the first 15min so no good music the entire movie. All in all i will give the movie 2 stars, good to watch with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;RATING:**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-114122613499245011?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/114122613499245011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=114122613499245011&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/114122613499245011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/114122613499245011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2006/03/taxi-no-9211.html' title='TAXI NO 9.2.11'/><author><name>Akhil Shah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-114046205211551080</id><published>2006-02-21T00:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-21T00:36:28.606+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Traditional Day</title><content type='html'>Well folks, what should i say! i did promise you a nice description of the traditional day, but forget it.Somethings are best left unsaid. I can only describe the event by one song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yehhhhhh........ Kya hua?&lt;br /&gt;Kaise hua? Kab hua ? Kyu hua?.... oh chodo ye na soocho........hmmmmmm......".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-114046205211551080?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/114046205211551080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=114046205211551080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/114046205211551080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/114046205211551080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2006/02/traditional-day.html' title='The Traditional Day'/><author><name>Akhil Shah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-114011960226744620</id><published>2006-02-17T01:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-17T01:32:15.086+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LIFE HO TO AISI !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/327/1287/1600/collegefest.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/327/1287/320/collegefest.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hi guys and gals, i see that after a nice initiative taken by all the blogging has come to a stand still. Well i don't blame you all, i was busy my self. Any ways for those who may be reading this blog and are not from our college must be missing all the activity at SAKEC. I have lot's to tell but things happened so fast that i never got time to write it. Well good news is, our techfest is over and we all had a blast. The bad new is this that our techfest is over and college has resumed, on top of that the college gave a nice hearty welcome to the Computer students after the fest, by displaying the sem 5 results the very next working day. The other day I saw a few students stand in front of the result sheet, each looking at the result sheet as though he was looking at the picture of his long lost love(Who must have betrayed him, That kind of look). My naughty and humorous mind got to work when i heard someone mutter "Kassshhhh! mei &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;CHAR SUA BEES&lt;/span&gt; hota". What he meant or rather wished was if his total could be 420. Sentences like these can only be heared in engineering colleges and especially in SAKEC. Since most readers are from SAKEC they know the recent happenings,as my friend Raju Srivastav would say "Kya batai , sab idea to hai hi aapko, Aur kuch hoga to batauga, yehi milta hu shaam ko". Tomorrow is traditional day at our college, I will try to bring whatever my naught and humorous mind could collect. Till then signing off in Raju Shrivastav style "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Band karo, aaram karo, ye to roj ka natak hai&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-114011960226744620?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/114011960226744620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=114011960226744620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/114011960226744620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/114011960226744620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-ho-to-aisi.html' title='LIFE HO TO AISI !!!'/><author><name>Akhil Shah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-113917028352179012</id><published>2006-02-05T23:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:50:44.673+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Saputara</title><content type='html'>Hello ppl,&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;           This blog is about out trip to a Hill station named &lt;strong&gt;"Saputara"&lt;/strong&gt; in Gujrat.Saputara, literally the ‘abode of serpents’, is Saputara best known hill resort ,at the height of 875 metres, saputara offers a pleasant climate and panoramic view of lush green Dang forest. The hill station is small enough to be entirely covered by foot. perched on a plateau in the Dangs forest area in the Sahyadri range of mountains, offering breathtaking views of the sunrise and sunset. The town has an image of a serpent on the banks of the river Sarpganga which is worshipped by adivasis or tribals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           We were in all six people(Me,Hardik,Nameet,Hitesh,Rohan and Gautam chedda).Aks,gautam Gosh,Amit and devang couldnt come. We missed u'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           So this is how our trip started. From bombay we took a Volvo to Nashik which took us around 4 hours.. From Nashik we took a Trax to Saputara which took us around 3 to 3 1/2 hrs .&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: TO ENLARGE THE PHOTOS CLICK ON THEM.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/F1090001.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/F1090001.5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        From Nashik to saputara,on the way we came across this beautiful lake..The water was beautiful blue in color(cannot see it in the pic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic 2&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/F1090005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/F1090005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     This photo was taken when we were on the way to see the sunset point at saputara..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic 3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/F1090006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/F1090006.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     This photo clearly shows that "boys will be boys".. Yes, Nameet seems to be on some kind of a mission ( hath me "talvaar" liye.. ).. As u'll can see the photo was clicked keeping something else in mind.. ya we all liked the bluee color...(look carefully in the background ).Bechare hardik and hitesh, they missed the fun which we had here.They went somewhere else to see the sunset..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/F1090007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/F1090007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Behind us was the Sunset point..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/F1090008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/F1090008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dinner at the hotel where we were staying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/01860001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/01860001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Next day ,on the way to sun rise point.. One very important thing to note here is that,this photo was clicked at around 10:00 Am.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic 7&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/01860002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/01860002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Same place,identical pic ..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 8&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/F1090009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/F1090009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    YAA.. Its me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic 9&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/F1090010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/F1090010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Me Again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 10&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/01860003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/01860003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardik At Jain mandir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 11&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/01860004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/01860004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to sun rise point..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 12&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/01860005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/01860005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 13&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/01860007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/01860007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 14&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/F1090013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/F1090013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 15&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/F1090014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/F1090014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one amazing photo.. Guys seriously.. hardik is standing on rock which was protruding out from the side of the hill and the rock was hardly one square foot in area.. My whole body was trembling to go till the edge to click the photo and coz of this fear i landed up taking the photo standing very away from the edge.. Sry hardik.. ur efforts didnt pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 16&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/F1090015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/F1090015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of the world.. sun rise It is a point which offers the best view of Saputara and adjoining Malegoan could be reached after a walk of 1.5 km in the direction of Waghai. The naming restricts the tourist traffic to this best place as tourists believe that the point should only be visited at sun rise, however, one may visit it at any time of the day to catch a panoramic view. The Tata Consultancy Services has suggested renaming this point as Valley View Point to enhance tourist traffic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 17&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/F1090016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/F1090016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 18&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/01860010my.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/01860010my.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The circle marked in the background shows where we standing in the above pic i.e(in  pic 17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 19&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/F1090018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/F1090018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boating: The Saputara Lake surrounded by greenery makes it pleasurable to sail in the lake in a row or paddle boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 20&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/F1090021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/F1090021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing blue water..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 21&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/F1090023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/F1090023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 22&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/F1090024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/F1090024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Rohan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 23&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/01860017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/01860017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardik and nameet..(abbe aage dheko.. nahi to sar se haath dho baito gay..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 24&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/01860020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/01860020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this photo was taken,hitesh and gautam's boat got stuck in the mud.. finally the Hero( ya me)can to their rescue.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 25&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/01860025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/01860025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo shows the rope way and the "Vaiti" hotel..The Ropeway is A ten minutes ride across the valley to the sunset point organised by Hotel Vaity(where we were staying.. ;-) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 26&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/F1090025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/F1090025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset on the way to the Ropeway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 27&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/01860026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/01860026.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohan and hardik in the ropeway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 28&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/01860027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/01860027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temple of goddess Saptashringi resides 55 kms from Nashik at Wani. As you approach the temple a large rocky hill greets you. This is Saptashringi Hill. The goddess is known to have possessed 18 weapons in 18 hands and is positioned ready to fight the demons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey to the temple also has some interesting sights to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 29&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/F1090029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/F1090029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the Saptashringi Temple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        From the temple we returned back to nashik.. and then the same day took a bus back to bombay.. The Three days which we spent were amazing.. Though i want to write more but am dammn tired(took me more than 2 hrs to upload these pics).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Hope u'll enjoyed the pics..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-113917028352179012?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/113917028352179012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=113917028352179012&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113917028352179012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113917028352179012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2006/02/trip-to-saputara.html' title='Trip to Saputara'/><author><name>Anand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09045928231413965841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-113915763067395796</id><published>2006-02-05T22:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-05T22:56:32.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sound/Audio Problem in Fedora Core 4</title><content type='html'>For people who have tried their hands on FC4 !!&lt;br /&gt;I ran the sound test on &lt;em&gt;system-config-soundcard&lt;/em&gt; in anticipation of success, but alas, complete silence !&lt;br /&gt;The problem occurred because I removed the Ensoniq card, one of the two sound cards (Ensoniq 128 bit &amp; Onboard Intel ICH5 [AD1985 chipset]) in my system. Relevant files and directories that I skimmed through are:&lt;br /&gt;/etc/alsa/cards/aliases.conf&lt;br /&gt;        contains aliases of most of the alsa drivers&lt;br /&gt;/proc/asound/&lt;br /&gt;        cat /proc/asound/cards outputs the sound drivers and cards loaded in the kernel&lt;br /&gt;/etc/modprobe.conf&lt;br /&gt;        (known in earlier versions as /etc/modules.conf)&lt;br /&gt;/etc/asound.state&lt;br /&gt;/etc/asound.conf&lt;br /&gt;/lib/modules/2.6.11-1.1369_FC4/modules.alias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally summary of events that led me to the musical salvation&lt;br /&gt;1) Realised that Ensoniq driver was still loaded in the kernel and was assigned a card id 0 (default for alsa api) whereas ICH5 was card #1&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;em&gt; amixer &lt;/em&gt; returned "amixer hw:0 error ..."&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;em&gt; amixer -c1 &lt;/em&gt; returned details about ICH5&lt;br /&gt;4) The problem was to set ICH5 to card 0 instead of 1&lt;br /&gt;5) Made the above mentioned changes in the modprobe.conf file&lt;br /&gt;6) System reboot does the job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterthought:&lt;br /&gt;Whilst the ICH5 card was assigned an id #1, I was still able to play a sample wav file by running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;amixer -D hwplug:1 xyz.wav &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-113915763067395796?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/113915763067395796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=113915763067395796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113915763067395796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113915763067395796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2006/02/soundaudio-problem-in-fedora-core-4.html' title='Sound/Audio Problem in Fedora Core 4'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-113838154592113584</id><published>2006-01-27T22:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-27T22:35:46.063+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rang De Basanti</title><content type='html'>Hello friends ,&lt;br /&gt;This is the first blog that I am writing . The concept of a blog was introduced to me by Aks about a year back but this the first time I am giving it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday SAKEC saw Rang De Basanti ! Yeah that’s what I should say . There were about 90 of us for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Like every movie it started off with the National Anthem . It really gave an inspiring feeling , the day being 26th of Jan .&lt;br /&gt;The movie has received mixed  responses .&lt;br /&gt;If you ask my review , the movie was good and quite different from what I imagined  . Its  well shot with good direction . The music was great , too bad the “Pathshala” song was edited from the movie .&lt;br /&gt;If you are the kind who doesn’t like to listen to the story before watching the film please don’t read beyond this.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The story is about the youth of India before and after independence.&lt;br /&gt;There is this British girl who wants to make a film on Indian Revolutionaries . She is in search of actors whom she can cast in her movie and she finds this group of friends who are on the cross roads of their life. They are  cool , chilled out and have a care a damn attitude .&lt;br /&gt;The first half is really colourful  . Aamir Khan ,once again ,has shown his acting prowess to the best. He has a crisp Punjabi accent and really cool one liners.&lt;br /&gt;The movie takes a twist when one of the friends who is an ace I.A.F. pilot.(played by Madhavan) dies in a Mig airplane crash.&lt;br /&gt;These guys are terribly disturbed when the defense minister  gives a statement that the crash was due to the carelessness of the pilot and not due to a technical failure which actually was the reason for the crash.&lt;br /&gt;They try and protest against the defense ministry but their efforts are in vain.&lt;br /&gt;They then decide to kill the corrupt defense minister and finally do so(which is  a far fetched imagination of the script writer . One cant think of killing the defense minister).&lt;br /&gt;They are not caught by anybody as the govt. feels that it’s a conspiracy of the terrorists and  never in their imagination they can think that a group of Delhi University students protesting against the govt. can take such a big step.&lt;br /&gt;The defense minister is then given the title of “Shaheed” which further disturbs them.&lt;br /&gt;They finally decide to surrender (they go to  All India Radio) and justify their act to the country and let People of  India know that they were behind  the assassination and the purpose of it. Eventually all of them are killed but   a fiery revolution is ignited in the country .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There is a constant comparison of the krantikaaris (revolutionaries) and the youth of today , which is shown brilliantly by the director . The film  says we cant just sit at home and mock at the government  for our problems.&lt;br /&gt;Though we have achieved independence from the British we are still not free from poverty , corruption , illiteracy ………I think the list is endless .We claim that we don’t have enough resources to support a population of more than 6 billion but we forget that this is also a resource , a human resource , which we can convert into our strength  . No country in the world is perfect .But we have to try and make it a better place for living. It is the youth of today who has to take the responsibility of bringing about a revolution.&lt;br /&gt;“We have to be in the system to change the system “ ..Either the system changes us or it is we who have to take the responsibility and change the system for our betterment, for the betterment of our future .  &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                            -JAI HIND&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-113838154592113584?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/113838154592113584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=113838154592113584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113838154592113584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113838154592113584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2006/01/rang-de-basanti.html' title='Rang De Basanti'/><author><name>nameet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-113723655554663036</id><published>2006-01-14T14:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-14T16:32:35.630+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sem 6 ,started....</title><content type='html'>College has started and guess what , on the 1st day itself  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;three &lt;/span&gt; lectures were conducted.. Out of which the lect of WT (web technology) was as if we were sitting for our VIVA's. Entire lecture that sir ( Milind) bombarded us with his so called Viva questions.. We( i mean Nameet) have already done his &lt;em&gt;naamkaran. W&lt;/em&gt;e call him 24' 24' 24'. Wondering why that name, ok . its coz that sir very  slim so that specifies his vital stats (lol)... top to bottom like two parallel lines..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       One of his question was . Whats the difference between Internet(spelled with capital "I') and internet(i.e. www).( Remember ,we had this question even in CN) . So sir ,here is the Answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people use the terms &lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Internet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;World Wide Web&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (a.k.a. the Web) interchangeably, but in fact the two terms are not synonymous. The Internet and the Web are two separate but related things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Internet is a massive network of networks, a networking infrastructure. It connects millions of computers together globally, forming a network in which any computer can communicate with any other computer as long as they are both connected to the Internet. Information that travels over the Internet does so via a variety of languages known as protocols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World Wide Web, or simply Web, is a way of accessing information over the medium of the Internet. It is an information-sharing model that is built on top of the Internet. The Web uses the HTTP protocol, only one of the languages spoken over the Internet, to transmit data. Web services, which use HTTP to allow applications to communicate in order to exchange business logic, use the the Web to share information. The Web also utilizes browsers, such as Internet Explorer or Netscape, to access Web documents called Web pages that are linked to each other via hyperlinks. Web documents also contain graphics, sounds, text and video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Web is just one of the ways that information can be disseminated over the Internet. The Internet, not the Web, is also used for e-mail, which relies on SMTP, Usenet news groups, instant messaging and FTP. So the Web is just a portion of the Internet, albeit a large portion, but the two terms are not synonymous and should not be confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: This information is taken from the net..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-113723655554663036?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/113723655554663036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=113723655554663036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113723655554663036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113723655554663036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2006/01/sem-6-started.html' title='Sem 6 ,started....'/><author><name>Anand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09045928231413965841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-113688983309285694</id><published>2006-01-10T16:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-10T16:13:53.116+05:30</updated><title type='text'>men r hard to plz...the problem with guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If u TREAT him nicely, he says u are IN LOVE with him; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; If u Don't, he says u are PROUD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; If u DRESS Nicely, he says u are trying to LURE him; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; If u Don't, he says u are from KAMPUNG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; If u ARGUE with him, he says u are STUBBORN; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; If u keep QUIET, he says u have no BRAINS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; If u are SMARTER than him, he'll lose FACE; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; If he's Smarter than u, he is GREAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; If u don't Love him, he tries to POSSESS u; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; If u Love him, he will try to LEAVE u.(very true huh?)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; If u tell him your PROBLEM, he says u are TROUBLESOME; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; If u don't, he says that u don't TRUST him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; If u SCOLD him, u are like a NANNY to him; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; If he SCOLDS u, it is because he CARES for u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; If u BREAK your PROMISE, u Cannot be TRUSTED; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; If he BREAKS his, he is FORCED to do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; If u SMOKE, u are BAD girl; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; If he SMOKES, he is GENTLEMAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; If u do WELL in your exams, he says it's LUCK; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; If he does WELL, it's BRAINS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; If u HURT him, u are CRUEL; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; If he HURTS u, u are too SENSITIVE!! &amp; sooo hard to please!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-113688983309285694?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/113688983309285694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=113688983309285694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113688983309285694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113688983309285694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2006/01/men-r-hard-to-plzthe-problem-with-guys.html' title='men r hard to plz...the problem with guys'/><author><name>namrata shah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-113654676895738763</id><published>2006-01-06T16:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-06T16:56:08.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'>struggle</title><content type='html'>hey friendz dunno y but like posting such stuff.. though a copied one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTTERFLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives. If God allowed us to go through our lives without any obstacles, it would cripple us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would not be as strong as what we could have been. We could never fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for Strength.........&lt;br /&gt;And God gave me Difficulties to make me strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for Wisdom.........&lt;br /&gt;And God gave me Problems to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for Prosperity.........&lt;br /&gt;And God gave me Brain and Brawn to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for Courage.........&lt;br /&gt;And God gave me Danger to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for Love.........&lt;br /&gt;And God gave me Troubled people to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for Favors.........&lt;br /&gt;And God gave me Opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received nothing I wanted ........&lt;br /&gt;I received everything I needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in God. Always !&lt;br /&gt;THE OBSTACLE IN OUR PATH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-113654676895738763?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/113654676895738763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=113654676895738763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113654676895738763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113654676895738763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2006/01/struggle.html' title='struggle'/><author><name>snehasavla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-113638011302431576</id><published>2006-01-04T18:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-04T18:38:33.043+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ranting about those forwards!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Forwards!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Forward as the name indicates is something positive, relating a progress.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We always use this word, for instance, he moved &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;‘forward’ &lt;/span&gt;in life, he is speeding &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;‘forward’ &lt;/span&gt;in the race and alike.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the internet lingo we all know what forwarding a mail means. My point here is to throw light upon those threatening, wishing luck, or even worse, those wishing bad luck kinds of forwards.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now tell me, if mails could bring luck or curse anyone, everyone would only sit back and send mails to induce good luck. To believe in luck or even fate is not my point of discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But to send mails promising luck is utter rubbish or better off internet filth!&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I thought if people learnt the alphabet of English language or even better&lt;br /&gt;the computer, they must be having some basic logic. Now, c’mon these so called forwards have to be initiated by someone. And this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dear someone&lt;/span&gt; is none other than a human being with five senses .No wonder, the five senses exclude the brain conveniently!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;We all have come across mails saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“send this to 5 people and good luck “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If not, then sure bad luck!”&lt;/span&gt; Ha! Who are he/ she to decide my fate? Or  more even think &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;so? but sadly I admit that many of my acquaintances have fallen prey to this kind of gibberish.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The electronic proof of this is the  innumerable such mails in my inbox, I bet, even yours.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The height of such insanity is that I’ve even started getting such smses now!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One popular one is before our much dreaded engg exams&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; “these are lucky bees !&lt;/span&gt; it seems ! Even If I fall prey to the threat that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“I will be cursed with bad luck if I don’t forward it to 6 people,” &lt;/span&gt;for god’s sake &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don’t own hutch!&lt;/span&gt; One more popular one is calling out God’s names and wishing luck .Well, that’s a very sweet wish provided it doesn’t have that send to so many ,else…’ threat&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We need to keep in mind that we are the future citizens and professionals who will handle the internet content and influence the thought processes of future youngsters .If we are well aware of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;this being just gimmicks we must make it a point to let the others know who don’t think the same. I try and tell the sender that I am a staunch opponent when it comes to believing in such stuff and if possible reason out with them .Even if I had not done so I would be writing this mail in a “heartbroken” or “misery” or even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“dead”&lt;/span&gt; state as a forward mailed claimed two months ago…lol &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-113638011302431576?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/113638011302431576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=113638011302431576&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113638011302431576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113638011302431576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2006/01/ranting-about-those-forwards.html' title='Ranting about those forwards!'/><author><name>priyanka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-113611801450968493</id><published>2006-01-01T17:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-01T17:56:54.740+05:30</updated><title type='text'>God! you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked you God,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why me?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You didn’t answer…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can’t u hear or see?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The pain inside me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I stood in the temple,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Awaiting your voice…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Church or mosque too didn’t help.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You didn’t want to hear my noise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enough! Said I,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t care, do I?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even If I do,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Does it matter to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I took to my feet,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eyes sparkling with tears…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why did I believe in you?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All, yea, all these years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trying to forget it all,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went back to the big, bad world.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But relieved in all,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That I was right, it did unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yea, I was alone, I thought.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What a misery had I sought!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Little did I know...&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That I would fall so low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As the seconds ticked by,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They eventually formed years…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I thought I was the only one&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Which helped me fight my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then one fine day,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I knew I was rich.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All by treasures though,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Which could vanish in a blow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh and they did vanish,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How foolish was I!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wish I’d awaited your voice a bit longer,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why didn’t I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then I heard your voice,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aloud and clear...&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“My son, you dear,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Come close here.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you ever had heard me before,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Would you appreciate my love like never before?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wouldn’t you take my words for granted?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Destroy all my plans for you that I planted?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Yes”, said I.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I didn’t think of this, why?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I should do something for sure,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That innocent don’t repeat this and those with heart pure…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So this poem I write…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;May your hearts ignite.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In the love of god.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;May you be forever in his sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ps: it was a poem based on imagination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-113611801450968493?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/113611801450968493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=113611801450968493&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113611801450968493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113611801450968493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2006/01/god-you.html' title='God! you!'/><author><name>priyanka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-113600462130271806</id><published>2005-12-31T09:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-31T10:31:00.820+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chattin Chattin..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/oxford4.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/400/oxford4.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           The world of "chatting" is so exciting.. Most of us will agree with it. Nowadays for me internet seems a total waste of time if i dont chat with someone.. I still remember the days when i was new to this amazing world of chattin, i felt like a stranger,like a tourist to some foreign country who doesnt know that countries language.. Ppl in the chat rooms were using some kind of a foreign language..It was as if all the ppl(people) in the chat room were on some kind of a secret military mission and were using some highly top secret codes to communicate. ya, guys i am talking about the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Abbreviations"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; used in the internet chat rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          With the popularity of internet chatting, evoled a much needed language tailored to the immediacy and compactness of these new communication media. This language shld be known by one to survive in this world..(sounds crazy na ,donno y i wrote that)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Nowadays, these abbreviations are becoming so so common that people are using them in their day to day like.. To prove this i dont have to go anywhere else , i myself am a perfect example. I am so much into chattin that during exams( sry guys to remind u'll of &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; word.. ;-)) when there is no time to complete ,I start making use of all my chattin skills and use all the abbrevations i know.. I think that my english teacher suffered a mild heart attack while correctin my paper.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Since these abbreviations are becoming so common, even the OXFORD dictionary will be updated with these new cool abbreviations.. Some of the abbreviations which will surely be present in the latest edition " CHATTING EDITION" as I call it ,are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) lol ( sneha seems to be the biggest fan of this "lol" ) stands for &lt;strong&gt;laughs out loud&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) brb--&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be right back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) bk --&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) u  --&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) wat --&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) temme-&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tell me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) dats --&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) np  --&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no problem  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) ppl  --&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) dun --&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) r   --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)y   --&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)jlt --&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just like that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) tc--&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take care   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           ppl( for doubts refer 9th abbreviation)lol.. these are only few abbreviations which clicked me now.. the list can go on and on and on.. post any good abbreviations which u'll know.. let all of us be master in this language..&lt;br /&gt;pata hai na &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" knowledge baat ne se bad(as in hindi) tha hai"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-113600462130271806?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/113600462130271806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=113600462130271806&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113600462130271806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113600462130271806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/12/chattin-chattin.html' title='Chattin Chattin..'/><author><name>Anand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09045928231413965841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-113579016682689312</id><published>2005-12-28T22:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-29T13:02:29.983+05:30</updated><title type='text'>POTTER MANIA</title><content type='html'>Wrote it for harry potter fans like me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;Potter Mania&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Whistle did the Hogwarts express?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Excited are the first years&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ron, Hermione, Harry&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And all the near and dear&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Even the bad, despised&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;All aboard the train&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Off speeds the express&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Left behind is muggle lane&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Away at the school&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Profs and Dumbledore&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wait longingly for young wizards,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With happiness in galore.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Feast and instructions that&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mark the term start &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Timetables and sorting hat&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Allots freshers in houses apart.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As the pages of the book&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I read and read&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enchants corner and nook&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of my world indeed&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Defense against the dark arts&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quidditch and potions,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Spells and charms,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Full of adventure and motion.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fear of You-know-who,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Working for house pride.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trust or betrayal,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s all part of the ride.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is so much to learn,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From even a novel meant to entertain.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If read in between the  lines,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Involving&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;both joy and pain&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-113579016682689312?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/113579016682689312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=113579016682689312&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113579016682689312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113579016682689312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/12/potter-mania.html' title='POTTER MANIA'/><author><name>priyanka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-113560155474491743</id><published>2005-12-26T18:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-26T18:22:34.913+05:30</updated><title type='text'>unconditional love</title><content type='html'>hello friends.......this blog not written  by me but a copied one lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's something you should know the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are. Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer that God will give you the strength you need to accept people as they are, and to help us all be more understanding of those who are different from us!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-113560155474491743?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/113560155474491743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=113560155474491743&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113560155474491743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113560155474491743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/12/unconditional-love.html' title='unconditional love'/><author><name>snehasavla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-113501219306336167</id><published>2005-12-19T22:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-19T22:39:53.086+05:30</updated><title type='text'>attempt at a blog..lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hi , wasup? How’s life? Buzz!!!! (eeks dat bell! ) doesn’t all this&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;sound very familiar? Not if you would have read this few years back .But now almost&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;every&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;urban teenager , college going dude-dudette have an extra hour in their routine. These “precious” 60 minutes or so are much awaited.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Checking forwards, forwarding the good ones ahead, messenger or rather messenger then forwards and then mails? Got the order wrong haan?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My point here is not &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to try and essay out features of urban net use but trying to contemplate what are we actually into. When the internet&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;was more of an admiration than access ,its use was promoted with a view in mind… That of education and that of bringing the world together. Have they have accomplished both successfully ?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Agreed that its&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a vast store of knowledge , agreed that its information at fingertips, media at its best and alike.I am not against it, but I do feel its use can be more &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;beneficial. And it’s going to be in the coming times. But how? We all talk of patriotism , Indian virtues, religious harmony don’t we? Some of us have even stopped talking in vain. But somehow I feel&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;we must do something about it. Smallest to begin with we can stop throwing waste on the road. I don’t understand if we keep our houses&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;so clean why can’t we keep the roads too? Don’t blame the government yaar..If they aren’t providing dustbins see to it atleast you don’t litter around ..even a small paper makes a difference !&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, coming back to the topic (lol) I want to mention some good uses of chatting. Yes you read it right , chatting. I &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;say chatting is healthy in a way. First and foremost it improves typing speed. Seriously, it has improved mine. Then I’ve noticed some very shy ppl actually chat online comfortably .In a way it is good for them if its giving them the comfort they need.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chatting also enhances relationships. its happened to me…I had a cousin whom id never spoken to before because this cousin was very shy. Then one fine day we added our id’s and lo and behold! Even now face to face we are very comfortable, in fact good cousins now. But I really am not very comfortable with those chat rooms or strangers. But it’s the individual opinion is what matters here, isn’t it? &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One more thing that I love about the net is that music has become cheaper. Gone are the days when I shelled out cash for an entire CD when I liked just a damn song in it! Now with p2p I can download at my happy will, and listen to only those I want.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I also like visiting review sites to check out products or writings. I am sure you all have many more uses to say .Do type them because as an average user it can benefit all .Actually I was wondering if anyone among us has tried online shopping?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or an online course? I’ve seen many online book shops &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;boasting of half the prices and stuff. Do tell about your personal experience if u have them to share…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Till then….happy blogging&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-113501219306336167?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/113501219306336167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=113501219306336167&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113501219306336167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113501219306336167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/12/attempt-at-bloglol.html' title='attempt at a blog..lol'/><author><name>priyanka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-113498441847262517</id><published>2005-12-19T14:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-19T15:12:29.583+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Another ...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey all ,&lt;br /&gt;I know poems r boring,lol, but still posting one ...some place where i can show off without many brick- bats ;) just kidding ,not that bad eh?&lt;br /&gt;Written after the Godhra incident (highly inspired kinda)..doesnt take much to inspire me..but nah! the incident was really a mean portrait of religious disharmony, im sure many think the same ,don't ull?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:16;"  &gt;MESSAGE&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;TO&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;INSPIRE&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;RELIGIOUS&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;HARMONY.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;In the name of religion, don’t fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Fire of hatred, don’t ignite.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Some are insane,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;They need no reason to cause destruction.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;You don’t behave insane.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Don’t break your value system.&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Those, who do wrong.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;HE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;will see them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Those who cause pain,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Will get the same.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;But that does not mean…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;You should remain quiet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;You do what you can,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;In a way, which is right.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Try to bring the insane to sane terms.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Insist them to look through your eyes,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;As you look through theirs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Read aloud this message…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;God is one mighty power.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Yes, God is one mighty power.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;People on the globe, they do differ.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Traditions, customs, practices are not same.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Nothing is wrong, different religions will differ.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Names of God too differ.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;But remember,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The difference is just in the names.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;All the names refer to Him, the mighty power.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;So, if you say…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Your God is different and so is mine,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;You are incorrect, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I request you to correct your line.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;If you already know what I said,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Tell the others, who don’t have this in their heads.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Sow seeds of peace and those of harmony.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;As you sow,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Rich fruits will grow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;This I vow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: how do i remove underlines in this blog?no formatting option in my look-out! help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-113498441847262517?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/113498441847262517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=113498441847262517&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113498441847262517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113498441847262517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/12/another.html' title='Another ...!'/><author><name>priyanka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-113491118306367311</id><published>2005-12-18T18:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-18T18:36:23.120+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS...y do v need them....?</title><content type='html'>hi friends,&lt;br /&gt;this is my &lt;b&gt;first blog&lt;/b&gt; post ever. so i didnt know  what to write and all.so plz xcuse me if i hav written nethin wrong.i hope that all the blog members r frm the same class so i dont think that theres any need to give an &lt;b&gt;intro&lt;/b&gt;(still if ne1 wants they can ask 4 it.) so i hav simply &lt;b&gt;copy-pasted&lt;/b&gt;(what v do in &lt;b&gt;coll practicals&lt;/b&gt;)  a kindaa &lt;b&gt;poem on friends&lt;/b&gt;. i hope u guyz like it. next time i promise to come up with something really nice n all.juz gimme &lt;b&gt;feedback&lt;/b&gt; as to what u ppl want to be posted..coz  thats only what i want frm u  .. n i'll do my best to bring the right material for my classmates.i wud also like to &lt;b&gt;thank AKS&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;introducing be to blogging&lt;/b&gt;. though it has been here for quite a long time n i had heard a lot abt it, i never took interest in it. i'll make it a pt frm now nowards to deliver to u  &lt;b&gt;quality stuff&lt;/b&gt;. till then....&lt;b&gt;cya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FRIENDS...y do v need them....?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need friends for many reasons, all throughout the four seasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need friends to comfort us when we are sad, and to have fun with us when we are glad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need friends to give us good advice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need someone we can count on to treat us nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need friends because we are social in nature and having friends makes us feel secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need friends to remember us once we have passed sharing memories that will always last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's why I need YOU!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-113491118306367311?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/113491118306367311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=113491118306367311&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113491118306367311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113491118306367311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/12/friendsy-do-v-need-them.html' title='FRIENDS...y do v need them....?'/><author><name>hardik chheda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817239664953814517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PMlJDQSSO2Q/TgpKgaQGnVI/AAAAAAAACtw/_wVtMNiXS_k/s1600/154890_10150342807080724_644675723_16156711_1286269_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-113480345099568254</id><published>2005-12-17T12:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:40:51.010+05:30</updated><title type='text'>r u a businessman</title><content type='html'>Jack, a smart businessman, talks to his son...&lt;br /&gt;Jack: I want you to marry a girl of my choice&lt;br /&gt;Son: "I will choose my own bride".&lt;br /&gt;Jack: "But the girl is Bill Gates's daughter."&lt;br /&gt;Son: "Well, in that case..."&lt;br /&gt;Next Jack approaches Bill Gates...&lt;br /&gt;Jack: "I have a husband for your daughter."&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates: "But my daughter is too young to marry."&lt;br /&gt;Jack: "But this young man is a vice-president of the World Bank."&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates: "Ah, in that case..."&lt;br /&gt;Finally Jack goes to see the president of the World Bank...&lt;br /&gt;Jack: "I have a young man to be recommended as a vice-president."&lt;br /&gt;President: "But I already have more vice-presidents than I need."&lt;br /&gt;Jack: "But this young man is Bill Gates's son-in-law."&lt;br /&gt;President: "Ah, in that case....."&lt;br /&gt;This is how some business is done!! Don't get caught.......!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-113480345099568254?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/113480345099568254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=113480345099568254&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113480345099568254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113480345099568254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/12/r-u-businessman.html' title='r u a businessman'/><author><name>snehasavla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-113472370669012281</id><published>2005-12-16T14:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-16T14:31:46.706+05:30</updated><title type='text'>90/10 principle.it can change your life</title><content type='html'>Discover the 90/10 Principle. It will change your life (at least the way you react to situations). What is this principle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% of life is made up of what happens to you. 90% of life is decided by how you react. What does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really have no control over 10% of what happens to us. We cannot stop the car from breaking down. The plane will be late arriving, which throws our whole sc hedule off. A driver may cut us off in traffic. We have no control over this 10%. The other 90% is different. You determine the other 90%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? By your reaction. You cannot control a red light. However, you can control your reaction. Do not let peo ple fool you; YOU can control how you react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us use an example: You are eating breakfast with your family. Your daughter knocks over a cup of coffee onto your business shirt. You have no control over what just happened. What happens next will b e determined by how you react. You curse. You harshly scold your daughter for knocking the cup over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She breaks down in tears. After scolding her, you turn to your spouse and criticize her for placing the cup too close to the edge of the table. A s hort verbal battle follows. You storm upstairs and change your shirt. Back downstairs, you find your daughter has been too busy crying to finish breakfast and get ready for school. She misses the bus. Your spouse must leave immediately for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rush to the car and drive your daughter to school. Because you are late, you drive 40 miles an hour in a 30 mph speed limit zone.  After a 15-minute delay and throwing $60 traffic fine away, you arrive at school. Your daughter runs into the buildin g without saying good-bye. After arriving at the office 20 minutes late, you find you forgot your briefcase. Your day has started terrible. As it continues, it seems to get worse and worse. You look forward to coming home, When you arrive home, you find s mall wedge in your relationship with your spouse and daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because of how you reacted in the morning. Why did you have a bad day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Did the coffee cause it?&lt;br /&gt;B. Did your daughter cause it?&lt;br /&gt;C. Did the policeman cause it?&lt;br /&gt;D. Did you cause it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is "D".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had no control over what happened with the coffee. How you reacted in those 5 seconds is what caused your bad day. Here is what could have and should have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee splashes over you. Yo ur daughter is about to cry. You gently say, "Its OK honey, you just need to be more careful next time". Grabbing a towel, you rush upstairs. After grabbing a new shirt and your briefcase, you come back down in time to look through the window and see your child getting on the bus. She turns and waves. You arrive 5 minute s early and cheerfully greet the staff. Your boss comments on how good the day you are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two different scenarios. Both started the same. Both en ded different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because of how you REACTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really do not have any control over 10% of what happens. The other 90% was determined by your reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some ways to apply the 90/10 principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone says someth ing negative about you, do not be a sponge. Let the attack roll off like water on glass. You do not have to let the negative comment affect you! React properly and it will not ruin your day. A wrong reaction could result in losing a friend, being fired, g etting stressed out etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you react if someone cuts you off in traffic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do you lose your temper?&lt;br /&gt;* Pound on the steering wheel? A friend of mine had the steering wheel fall Off)&lt;br /&gt;* Do you curse?&lt;br /&gt;* Does your blood pressure sky rocket?&lt;br /&gt;* Do yo u try to bump them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO CARES if you arrive ten seconds later at work? Why let the cars ruin your drive. Remember the 90/10 principle, and do not wo rry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are told you lost your job. Why lose sleep and get irritated? It will work out. Use your worrying energy and time into finding another job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane is late; it is going to mangle your schedule for the day. Why take out yo ur frustration on the flight attendant? She has no control over what is going on. Use your time to study, get to know the other passenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are stressed out? It will just make things worse. Now you know the 90-10 principle. Apply it and you will be amazed at the results. You will lose nothing if you try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 90-10 principle is incredible. Very few know and apply this principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result? Millions of people are suffering from undeserved stress, trials, problems and heartache.&lt;br /&gt;We all must understand and apply the 90/10 principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It CAN change your life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-113472370669012281?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/113472370669012281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=113472370669012281&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113472370669012281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113472370669012281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/12/9010-principleit-can-change-your-life.html' title='90/10 principle.it can change your life'/><author><name>snehasavla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-113457784982678218</id><published>2005-12-14T21:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-14T22:00:49.856+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BUS KARO TRAVEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/327/1287/1600/bestBus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/327/1287/320/bestBus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In Mumbai traveling becomes a second nature to all Mumbaikars. The travel constitutes a major part of our daily lives. If you observe it from a different point of view it can turn out to be a rather funny and entertaining experience. Since I have the nature to observe things in funny way I will share some of my observation of traveling by the BEST bus with you. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;First I will talk about those people who are new in Mumbai and want to take a bus to certain destination. You can notice them quite easily, they stand under the bus stop and stare in confused state at the bus which passes by them. Then he will in very innocent voice ask a person for directions. If the person is an authentic Mumbaikar he will explain all the details to that poor fellow like "Aap ek kam karo &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;356&lt;/span&gt; le lo limited hai fast jaye gi, 340 mat le na woh ander se jayegi" ,"Aur aagar 200 liya to fair kam lagega unlimited hain na, nahi to aaisa karo 56 le lo frequency aachi hai, bus thoda chalna pade ga". The poor fellow will keep nodding as though he is understanding each and everything. Mumbaikars when asked 'which route', they will pour out all the information that they have gathered in 20 years of traveling. The fellow new in Mumbai gets the idea that traveling in Mumbai is in itself an research topic.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;Catching a seat is also in itself an interesting subject. When you are standing and want to have a seat, you should never stand besides a seated person who is fast asleep or is seated in a very relaxed mood with his chappals off. You should know that these people are destined for the last stop and standing near their seat would prove useless. Then there are those who continuously grab the front seat handle and eagerly look outside the bus. You should know that such people are looking for some landmark and will get off the bus soon, investing your time near his seat might be useful and also fruitful(as he might get up and you will get the seat). Things are not always fruitful especially in my case, as the passenger maybe new in Mumbai and is only looking at the city. He will make you feel that he is going to get down on the next stop and you with all hopes stand next to his seat. If your luck is same as mine then he will definitely get off at the last stop and even worse one stop before your stop and you will complete your travel standing. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;You meet some very interesting people on the bus. My friend who used to travel on a particular route said that on this route 80% of the time his co passenger turned out to be 60+, and not only that, they all gave him some advice about how to live&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;life. He said one of them told him something which was more like a confession, "Beta me bhi jawan tha, Bahut maaza ki, padayi nahi ki","Bahut mushkil aati hai, magar tum pado". The entire journey the uncle shared the incidents of his live with him and after each incident there was "Beta me bhi jawan tha, Bahut maaza ki, padayi nahi ki","Bahut mushkil aati hai, magar tum pado". My friend figured out that definitely something had happened in uncle's life which was related to his lack of interest in studies during his days. This was not the only one of its kind incident, he says "Every uncle or aunty that sit besides me have some or the other advice for me","Kya mere chere par likha hai ki mei &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lucha-lafanga&lt;/span&gt; hu? jo sab mujhe advice dete hai". According to my nature i said "Mei jhoot nahi bol sakta aaj!". After a few months he abandoned the bus and now regularly travels by train.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;It is true that people do talk about everything in the bus and very openly. You bet! About how he beat up a guy or why did he discontinued business with some fellow and strange enough about their family problems too. I guess the way all Mumbaikars sit in the bus like zombies gives them confidence that no one is listening to them. No one in Mumbai reacts to a person speaking about such thing nor do they turn around and take a look. You also listen to some conversations which are quite funny; I recall such a conversation that was going on between the two passengers that were seated behind me. They talked about Bollywood and spoke about the Bachan family as if they knew them personally and had grownup along with Abhishek Bachan. The height of the conversation was that they practically married Abhishek and Rani in that bus, and what was strange is that their theory about they both getting married sounded convincing enough. I knew that these people whoever they were were die hard gossip column readers, but they did entertained me during that time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;So you get the point traveling in Mumbai is not that boring, At least for me x;-)&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Let's hope after reading this you will enjoy traveling as much as I do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-113457784982678218?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/113457784982678218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=113457784982678218&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113457784982678218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113457784982678218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/12/bus-karo-travel.html' title='BUS KARO TRAVEL'/><author><name>Akhil Shah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-113446637253736812</id><published>2005-12-13T14:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-13T15:02:52.563+05:30</updated><title type='text'>INTEL 8085</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intel 8085&lt;/span&gt; was an 8-bit microprocessor made by Intel in the mid-1970s. It was binary compatible with the more-famous Intel 8080 but required less supporting hardware, thus allowing simpler and less expensive microcomputer systems to be built.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The "5" in the model number came from the fact that the 8085 required only a 5-volt power supply rather than the 5V and 12V supplies the 8080 needed. Both processors were sometimes used in computers running the CP/M operating system, and the 8085 later saw use as a microcontroller (much by virtue of its component count reducing feature). Both designs were later eclipsed by the compatible but more capable Zilog Z80, which took over most of the CP/M computer market as well as taking a large share of the booming home computer market in the early-to-mid-1980s.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The 8085 can access 2^16 (= 65,536) individual 8-bit memory locations. Unlike some other microprocessors of its era, it has a separate address space for up to 2^8 (=256) I/O ports. It also has a built in register array which are usually labeled A(Accumulator),B,C,D,E,H and L, plus 16-bit Program Counter (PC) and Stack Pointer (SP), and 8-bit flag register F. The microprocessor has three hardware based interrupt operations which are found in pins 7 thru 9, these are called RST 7.5, RST 6.5, and RST 5.5 respectively. 8085 also has TRAP interrupt, which cannot be disabled, that is, TRAP is a Non-Maskable interrupt (NMI), and 8085 also has an INTR interrupt, but it's use requires an external Programmable Interrupt Controller (eg. 8259).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The 8085 can accommodate slower memories thru externally generated Wait states (pin 35, READY), and also has provisions for Direct Memory Access (DMA) using HOLD and HLDA signals (pins 39 and 38).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The 8085 processor has found marginal use in small scale computers up to the 21st century. The CMOS version 80C85 of the NMOS/HMOS 8085 processor has/had several manufacturers, and some versions (eg. Tundra Semiconductor Corporation's CA80C85B) have additional functionality, eg. extra machine code instructions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Datasheet: 8085 datasheet&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Taken from http://eengineering.blogspot.com/.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-113446637253736812?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/113446637253736812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=113446637253736812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113446637253736812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113446637253736812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/12/intel-8085.html' title='INTEL 8085'/><author><name>Akhil Shah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-113265400088673052</id><published>2005-11-22T15:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-24T23:43:46.386+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yeh aasma hai mera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/327/1287/1600/Sukhoinew.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/327/1287/320/Sukhoinew.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Udaan on NGC is undoubtly the best show ever, about the IAF(Indian Air Force). I was waiting anciously for the show to start on Sunday night at 10.00pm. Suddenly at 9.40pm the lights went out, of all the days, this had to be the one when Reliance Energy people decide to do some work and exactly at 9.30(night). Fighter aircrafts always fascinated me and now that, finally there was a show which showed the the Indian might in the air and i couldn't see it. The promos of mission udaan were really awesome which showed Indian pilots do some seriously impressive maneuvers in an Indian aircraft. I know the aircraft is not really made in India but it does belong to the IAF and that was good enough for me. I always wondered especially after seeing the legendary movie TOP GUN, that do IAF have such aircrafts? I had never heard of such world class jets being the part of the IAF. All I knew was that IAF had some impressive jet like the Mirage, but the Suhkoi which was introduced recently really blew me away. The song for mission udaan 'Yeh aasma hai mera.....' is also extremely complimenting to the show, i guess this kind of publicity would definitely attract youth towards selecting a career in the IAF. As for me i am waiting for the next episode so that i could get the inside glimpse of the IAF, and if you are wondering did i get to see the show that night? then the lights came back at 10.10pm so 'All's well that ends well'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-113265400088673052?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/113265400088673052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=113265400088673052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113265400088673052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113265400088673052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/11/yeh-aasma-hai-mera.html' title='Yeh aasma hai mera'/><author><name>Akhil Shah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-113234115987855767</id><published>2005-11-19T00:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-19T00:42:39.923+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Imagemagick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imagemagick.com"&gt;Imagemagick&lt;/a&gt; is indeed magic ! A horde of techie programmers who feel creative only at the command line of a box can surely try their hands on Imagemagick. One can create mind-blowing graphics and manipulate it using this stuff. The site is comprehensive and full of images et al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"convert -size 50x50 xc: blue rose.png"&lt;br /&gt;  Creates a pic of size 50x50 pix with blue bg and the name rose.png&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"convert rose.png -resize 75% rose.gif"&lt;br /&gt;  Resizes the same image and saves in a changed gif format&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How simple you think can image manipulation get and that too at command line ?&lt;br /&gt;Think of it ye nerds and dig the site for more !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-113234115987855767?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/113234115987855767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=113234115987855767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113234115987855767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113234115987855767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/11/imagemagick.html' title='Imagemagick'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-113143765679224536</id><published>2005-11-08T13:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-08T13:52:44.196+05:30</updated><title type='text'>C syntax standards - pedantic</title><content type='html'>Not long ago, during some C syntax exploration I chanced upon a C (not CPP) code with local variables declared within a block {} and it also compiled successfully. So what's new, one would ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surprising part of this is that the variables were not declared immediately after the open braces, but were declared after some finite code stmts within the block.&lt;br /&gt;Now this is supposed to generate a compiler error as per the ANSI standards which strictly allows declaration of automatic/local variables immediately at the start of any block {}, but it was not so when I compiled the code using&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"gcc temp.c"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some information gathering, I realised that the ANSI-89(&amp; other ANSI variants) impose these syntactical constraints in C while the gcc compiler adheres to GNU standards which allow declaration of local variables anywhere within the block as allowed in CPP. A small thing, but may confuse new programmers. The way to achieve ANSI standard adherances is, by using&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"gcc -pedantic-errors temp.c"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufficient documentation exists in the manual pages of gcc about the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"pedantic"&lt;/span&gt; switch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-113143765679224536?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/113143765679224536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=113143765679224536&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113143765679224536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113143765679224536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/11/c-syntax-standards-pedantic_08.html' title='C syntax standards - pedantic'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-113091801444426234</id><published>2005-11-02T13:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-02T13:23:34.466+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DIWALI GIFT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/327/1287/1600/diwali1_8x6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/327/1287/320/diwali1_8x6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Alive! It's alive! These were the word that i shouted the day when my PC came to life. Yes! My comp is back online, and that too on the wonderful occasion of Diwali. Have you ever imagined how our lives would be without the computer? A few years&lt;br /&gt;from now this question would become a joke as our very livelihood would depend on this machine. Seriously have you ever thought of it? Because i have had a torturous experience of a world without the computer in this 2 months. In this age of technology, it really renders you helpless if you are not using a computer. You are talking to someone and you casually say, "arre yaar mail kar dena", and the next instance you realise that you can't access it online,you quitely pick up a book and start noting down the important stuff.Then there are your friends or i should say true friends who very well know that your PC is not working and will constantly keep you reminding how wonderful the world of internet is. Music, something that the computer has made an integral part of our lives. With the computer you have the power to listen to any song (mp3) when ever you wish, and when it breaks down you go back to the wonderful radio listening Rainbow FM songs,"&lt;em&gt;Ye kya hua,kaise hua, kab hua.....&lt;/em&gt;.".Believe me i have been listening these songs for over 2 months. Finally the bad dream is over, my computer is working fine now i can again surf the internet, read mails, and more importantly write blogs. This Diwali has brought happiness in my life and i wish it does the same to you all. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY DIWALI&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/14275340-113091801444426234?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/113091801444426234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=113091801444426234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113091801444426234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/113091801444426234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/11/diwali-gift.html' title='DIWALI GIFT'/><author><name>Akhil Shah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-112600476054825357</id><published>2005-09-06T16:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-06T16:36:00.550+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LONAVALA PICS RELOADED</title><content type='html'>As engg need explanations for every thing here are Mr.Vakil......ooh sorry i mean Mr.Akhil's notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 1&gt;This was our inaugural photo, this is the starting of our trek to the fort. It was difficult to climb&lt;br /&gt;as the land in this picture was marshy due to the rains. On one occasion while jumping Gautam got his shoe&lt;br /&gt;completely in the mud. I was lucky as i was behind Gautam and came to know the mud there is marshy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 2&gt;Foursome, actually it means four smart, handsome engineers. Anand forgot to mention this ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 3&gt;Thake haare musafir, Thake is right par haare nahi,  as we completed the trek to the fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 4&gt;"Gautam ka saccha yaar,kare peecha baar baar", I will explain this. When we started our journey a dog which you can see in various photos followed Gautam relentlessly to the top of the fort.We teased gautam throughout the journey ke "Tera saccha yaar aa gaya".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 5&gt;This photo was intentionally taken as though all of them are admiring the view. The photo came out&lt;br /&gt;quite well as it was taken by me   (applause)......Thnx you,thnx You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 6&gt;Now we know why the dog followed Gautam, he is Hypnotizing the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 7&gt;living on the edge the caption describes it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 8&gt;Devang, currently the functional soldier of maratha army looking out for enemies from the fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 9&gt;The photo is horizontal but this was taken on the steps leading to the top of the fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 10&gt;Same pic but in reverse direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 11&gt;Beautiful scenery from the top of the fort along with another foursome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 12&gt;The best photo, explaining the entire structure of the fort. It is much deeper than it appears in the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 13&gt;The well which i suppose the troops used to collect and use water.It was quite deep, and andy i would have jumped if you had told me this back there at the fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 14&gt;Everybody except hitesh who is taking the photo, and the dog of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 15&gt;Now all 9 of us, guess who is taking the photo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 16&gt;Gautam trying to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 17&gt;Waterfall, Rohan was so eager to take a shower that he was all readywith his shorts(You can see his pants on the rocks) but at the end we changed the plan and after a quick was we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 18&gt;View from LION POINT, look closely there is a cow hanging on to the edge in the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 19&gt;Heavy winds at LION POINT -&gt;The only strong man standing and supporting everyone is(take a closer look and you will know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 20&gt;Everybody in the Qualis, just glad that the driver too was not looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To view a photo closely click on it)&lt;br /&gt;Lonavala  signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-112600476054825357?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/112600476054825357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=112600476054825357&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112600476054825357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112600476054825357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/09/lonavala-pics-reloaded.html' title='LONAVALA PICS RELOADED'/><author><name>Akhil Shah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-112594474484809802</id><published>2005-09-05T22:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-05T23:55:44.860+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LONAVALA PICS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/R001-0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/400/R001-0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Starting our treck to the "Lavagd Fort""&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/R001-0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/400/R001-0021.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;" FOURSOME  ;-)"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/R001-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/400/R001-003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Thake haare musafir"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/R001-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/400/R001-004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;" Gautam ka saccha yaar,kare peecha baar baar "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/R001-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/400/R001-005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Amazing View"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/R001-007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/400/R001-007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kutte ki "Bhavana ko samjho yaar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/R001-008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/400/R001-008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Living on the edge"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/R001-009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/400/R001-009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; "Devang (up close and personal)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/R001-010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/400/R001-010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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/6896/1287/1600/R001-0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/400/R001-011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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/6896/1287/1600/R001-012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/400/R001-012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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/6896/1287/1600/R001-013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/400/R001-013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;" The way to reach the top of "LAVGAD Fort" "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/R001-014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/400/R001-014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;" Aks aur Devang plz plz jump "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/R001-0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/400/R001-0151.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Kutte ka biscuit kha rahen hain.. :-)" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/R001-016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/400/R001-016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"On top of Lavgad Fort"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/R001-017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/400/R001-017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; "I Believe i can fly,i believe i can touch the sky(Gatuam)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/R001-018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/400/R001-018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;" Waterfall(Rohan was very eager to take a shower"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/R001-019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/400/R001-019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"View from LION POINT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/R001-020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/400/R001-020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;" Heavy winds at LION POINT " &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/R001-022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/400/R001-022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; "Having fun in our Qualis"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-112594474484809802?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/112594474484809802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=112594474484809802&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112594474484809802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112594474484809802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/09/lonavala-pics_05.html' title='LONAVALA PICS...'/><author><name>Anand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09045928231413965841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-112498662087348649</id><published>2005-08-25T21:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-25T21:47:00.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SIMPLE THINKING</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As engineers we are suppose to find solution for technical problems here is an example how it should be done.I read these stories on the net and this made me realise that inspite of all the technological evolutions solution lies in the simple and logical thinking. Read on and you will fell the same.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Story 1&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When NASA began the launch of astronauts into space,they found out&lt;br /&gt;that the pens wouldn't work at zero gravity (ink won't flow down to&lt;br /&gt;the writing surface). To solve this problem, it took them one decade&lt;br /&gt;and $12 million.&lt;br /&gt;They developed a pen that worked at zero gravity, upside down,&lt;br /&gt;underwater, in practically any surface including crystal and in a&lt;br /&gt;temperature range from below freezing to over 300 degrees C.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what did the Russians do...?? They used a pencil.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Story 2&lt;/p&gt;                                         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;One of the most memorable case studies on Japanese management was&lt;br /&gt;the case of the empty soap box, which happened in one of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;'s&lt;br /&gt;biggest cosmetics companies. The company received a complaint that a&lt;br /&gt;consumer had bought a soap box that was empty. Immediately the&lt;br /&gt;authorities isolated the problem to the assembly line, which&lt;br /&gt;transported all the packaged boxes of soap to the delivery&lt;br /&gt;department. For some reason, one soap box went through the assembly&lt;br /&gt;line empty. Management asked its engineers to solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;Post-haste, the engineers worked hard to devise an X-ray machine with&lt;br /&gt;high-resolution monitors manned by two people to watch all the soap&lt;br /&gt;boxes that passed through the line to make sure they were not empty.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, they worked hard and they worked fast but they spent a&lt;br /&gt;whoopee amount to do so.&lt;br /&gt;But when a rank-and-file employee in a small company was posed with&lt;br /&gt;the same problem, he did not get into complications of X-rays, etc.,&lt;br /&gt;but instead came out with another solution. He bought a strong&lt;br /&gt;industrial electric fan and pointed it at the assembly line. He&lt;br /&gt;switched the fan on, and as each soap box passed the fan, it simply&lt;br /&gt;blew the empty boxes out of the line.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Always look for simple solutions. Devise the simplest possible&lt;br /&gt;solution that solves the problems.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-112498662087348649?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/112498662087348649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=112498662087348649&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112498662087348649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112498662087348649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/08/simple-thinking.html' title='SIMPLE THINKING'/><author><name>Akhil Shah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-112463055863874812</id><published>2005-08-21T18:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-21T19:04:07.293+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE INSIDE STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We are in the third year of computer science engineering, only one year left before we hit&lt;br /&gt;the industries and venture out in to the information technology sector.The MNC's with their lucrative salary packages will be a whole different world for us.Let's snap out of this dream and think, are we actually computer science engg.I mean if i ask the so called computer science techies about the slave setting for harddisk,difference between AGP and PCI slots, or various other problem do you think they will be able to answer?. For many of them it would appear as if i am speaking greek or latin, and the remaining others who may answer these question are the last remaining hope for the computer field(and please mail me the answers if u know..lol). Imagine for a second that if one of us were to give an interview based only on what he has learned in the college it would be something like this.&lt;i:interviewer,s:student&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I&gt;What subjects do you know?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;S&gt;I know everything, you can ask me anything.(Sakec confidence)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I&gt;Tell me do you know programming?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;s&gt;Yes sir i do! if there are three people sitting on each terminal i can do some programming.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I&gt;Tell me how do you proceed while writing a program?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;S&gt;First, we search on the lan whether some one has written the same program or not&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;if we get the program then open it,select it and press ctrl+insert then in a new&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;file press shift +insert.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;OR&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;You can use the save as option it is more fast.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I&gt;how do you write a flowchart?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;S&gt;Very easy, copy from the write up&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I&gt;No i mean if you want to write without writeup?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;S&gt;Ok! For that 'Thoodi mehanat lagegi' but you can do it in one lecture, but you should always take that &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;flowchart from a studious student.Once i took it from my friend and mam gave me only 'A'.'Risk le &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;kar lecture mei copy kiya fir bhi sirf 'A' diya'.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I&gt;Do you know what recursion is?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;S&gt; Yes! I know.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I&gt;Explain me?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;S&gt;See recursion is something which is used in programming.I will give you an exomple,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Suppose i am standing in the corridor and shouting my name, what am i doing, calling myself&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;this is recursion. 'computer bhi asahi karta hai'.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I&gt;'Inheritence', can you explain this?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;S&gt;I can explain anything, i give you exomple&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Kalu's dada(grandfather) was a pick pocket&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Kalu's father was a theif&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;and today kalu is a politian &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;you see sir, inheritence 'jo pita se mita hai, i mean base class' &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I&gt;Do you know dbms?just give me the full form of it?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;S&gt;Arre dbms is my favorite sir, full form is&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hmmmm.........&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ek minute ..................&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Haan '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Data bharo maje se&lt;/span&gt;' (dbms).&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I&gt;Can you at least explain me what is a switch?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;s&gt; 'kya sir, thoda tough questions pucho na', you don't know light switch, arre on-off wala.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I&gt;I am not brave enough to ask you any more question?.(faints and falls down)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friends i know what you are thinking, but wait the student got the job. Apparently the people back at office thought he was an outstanding student as he made the interviewer faint. Again sakec immerges victorious. Sakec stud-dents rule.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-112463055863874812?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/112463055863874812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=112463055863874812&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112463055863874812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112463055863874812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/08/inside-story.html' title='THE INSIDE STORY'/><author><name>Akhil Shah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-112420321450398498</id><published>2005-08-16T20:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-16T20:10:14.510+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mangal anyone? May be not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today we went to see Mangal Pandey and if you think it is a family movie read this blog and then decide. As the movie was bold(very bold!!!!) the comments made in this blog will be the same, so don't object on it after reading it. Let's begin, Mangal Pandey the rising the movie is absolutely boring and rubbish and you may at a point forget the movie for which you came. The comments(given by us especially Gautam)were the only things which made us laugh and i am going to share some of them. In the movie the first thing that makes you crack is the guy pulling the fan. You can say the best job in those time for boys ofcourse. The movie is simply a drag in the first half, there is nothing major in the first half which you can remotely link with the Mangal Pandey. The songs(My God!!!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;the picturisation was something i can't describe, all i can say is that all of us were left thinking &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What in the hell are we watching????. We though the scene between Amisha and Tobey Steven would be the only bold one, we were sooooooo wrong.The song 'Tumhari aadao pe....' was a torcher in itself. Then we had to watch the song of all time(the one which takes place after aamir meets rani)our brains were left with no sensation. The song was absolutely unnecessary we were astonised by the bold picturisation of that song. The effect was so grave that no one remembered the lyrics of the song. Milk is good for health we all know that and this is evident that our ancestor must have been very healthy. In the movie you will only find 'dhood', bhang dhood,milk is offered to amisha when she is rescued. You will find its occurrence so often that at the end when Rani gives Aamir sindoor we said "Arre ye toh kesar wala dhood hai, woh bhi powder" followed by "Jail me Mangal". The hindi accent from british actor Tobey Stevens was a topic of passing some comments, a good effort but were very wat you say "Besharam log". The scene in which Mangal is in hospital and Gordon explains him,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;listen carefully and you might just get the joke.Definitely i would have written it but it is 'A' certified comment. The fact is the comment was so good the guys sitting around us also laughed, we all were laughing so hard that it looked like we were all watching 'padosan'. Now let's come to the ending scene in which Aamir tries&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;to shoot himself but fails. Hey, wait a minute every time some one is shot he is alive i mean when Aamir tries he fails, gordon tries to shoot at attackers he fails,when aamir shoots the officer he escapes with the broken arm i guess the guns was only made to make noise 'psycological warfare'. We said "Etne pass se mara toh aag lagi, dur se marta to goli lag ke neche gir jati". The entire movie is no different from the stuff we learned &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;about Mangal Pandey in school it is just that it has been streched into a 3hrs movie with mind blowing songs. I guess many of these jokes may not make any sense right now but watch the movie and you will definitely get these jokes. I wish i could share all these comments since we laughed our hearts out.An exciting event that occured with me and Hardik was that the ‘kine’ slipped a bit on the road.No don't be scared i and Hardik are pretty much alive, so enjoy Mangal Pandey but certainly not with the family otherwise&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;you would have to run out of the theater in the interval.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-112420321450398498?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/112420321450398498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=112420321450398498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112420321450398498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112420321450398498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/08/mangal-anyone-may-be-not.html' title='Mangal anyone? May be not.'/><author><name>Akhil Shah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-112402891398358918</id><published>2005-08-14T19:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-14T19:45:14.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Moral of the Story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/1600/pointing-wrong-direction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/1287/320/pointing-wrong-direction.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman was out golfing one day when she hit the ball into the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went into the woods to look for it and found a frog in a trap The frog said to her, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If you release me from this trap, I will grant you three wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman freed the frog, and the frog said, "Thank you, but I failed to mention that there was a condition to your wishes. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Whatever you wish for, your husband will get times ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman said, "That's okay", and for her first wish, she wanted to be the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;most beautiful woman in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The frog warned her, "You do realise that this wish will also make your husband the most handsome man in the world, an Adonis whom women will flock to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman replied, "That's okay, because I will be the most beautiful woman and he will have eyes only for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, KAZAM! she's the most beautiful woman in the world. For her second wish,&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she wanted to be the richest woman in the world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The frog said, "That will make your husband the richest man in the world and he will be ten times richer than you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The woman said, "That's okay, because what's mine is his and what's his is mine." So, KAZAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's the richest woman in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog then inquired about her third wish, and she answered, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I'd like a mild heart attack."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Women are clever. Don't mess with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Attention female readers: This is the end of the email for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop here and continue feeling good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention Male readers: Please scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....So the woman wished for a mild heart attack -&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;well the man had a heart attack ten times milder than his wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Women are really dumb when they think they're really smart&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Let them continue to think that way and just enjoy the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PS: If you are a woman and are still reading this, it only goes to show that women never listen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-112402891398358918?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/112402891398358918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=112402891398358918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112402891398358918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112402891398358918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/08/moral-of-story.html' title='Moral of the Story...'/><author><name>Anand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09045928231413965841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-112368478133585846</id><published>2005-08-10T20:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-10T20:09:41.340+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-112368478133585846?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/112368478133585846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=112368478133585846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112368478133585846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112368478133585846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>hardik chheda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817239664953814517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PMlJDQSSO2Q/TgpKgaQGnVI/AAAAAAAACtw/_wVtMNiXS_k/s1600/154890_10150342807080724_644675723_16156711_1286269_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-112368163571095153</id><published>2005-08-10T19:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-11T19:40:31.226+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Unofficial Guide to Harassing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/327/1287/1600/ShowLetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/327/1287/200/ShowLetter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Arrre bus karo yaar, Band karne ko bolo" these are the words that fill up the class room of te3a during some interesting lectures. Welcome to the third year classroom of sakec, here you will find all sort of entertainment during lectures. You will alo get different versionson how to harass the profs.&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;Let's start, first there is the Hardik technique, be confident and 'bindas'. Today he was called on the platform to write the answer for a particular problem. The scene was hilarious, it looked like hardik was the prof and madam was the students as he explained to her and she nodded her head like a student. Hardik and Devang &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in close collaboration comment in the classroom. The famous one is the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yesss ssirrrr.......&lt;/span&gt;" series(rem the watch ad on tv)which is currently very popular. The drawback is you become the prime target when the profs are having a bad day, so this technique is not for every one. Then comes Hitesh's technique, Hitesh is the nightmare for every teaching person on this planet because he comes up with some very unusual and horrendous doubts. Every now and then after the lecture Hitesh walks up to the prof and asks a doubt which leaves the prof wondering like a PC hung during compilation. Hitesh has made the best in the teaching business (Sureshan) say "I don't know, i have taken this directly from Tanenbaum" .When ever these doubts are thrown at us we look at each other helplessly as though we are hearing about this subject for the first time, "Hitesh dada tum mahan ho". Anand is a quite guy, but recently he was caught playing the radio in the Dcom lecture. I would not say caught but he rather surrendered standing i front of the class. We were all laughing and also making him laugh(friends in need we are friends indeed)but he did a good job keeping a straight face to avoid further trouble. You think this was funny, then listen to this in the same lecture after the did the radio stunt he forgot to put the cell on silence mode. Guess what happened?. Yes! it rang Asha Lata mam turned around and asked "Yes who is it this time?". When she asked the question i started thinking about the laughter challenge show and wanted to reply the question by "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Pehchan...Kaun?" ,"Hardik bhi nahi,.....Hitesh Bhi nahi,....... Arrreee Anand kar raha hai&lt;/span&gt;". Alas! I was sitting on the first bench other wise i would have said it aloud.&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;Now enough of the harassing techniques, i will tell you the technique to avoid being spotted by the prof. This is very famous in our group and so effective that it is popularly known as 'Gautam Theory' in our group(yeah it is named after its inventer). The theory states that, "When ever the prof is looking for the student responsible for commenting or noise never make eye contact". Yes eye contact is the key word, look at your partner, ceiling, tube light, desk, fan, pigeons anything but dont look at the prof. Even if you know that teacher has spotted you act as if you are deaf from childhood. Do not respond even if some one calls your name, not untill some one walks upto you and says "Yes! you are the person i am calling". Believe me it is very effective, the problem is if the person sitting besides you is not fimiliar with it then you will end up in trouble(Details available in the book to be launched 'Eye contact best way of miscommunication' by Gautam). As for me, i am the most innocent guy in the whole group(Andy Stop laughing).I get jelly legs as soon as i am caught, i am only helpful during a group mischief.I am the 'Sambha' of the Sholay who is always on the top of the rock never comes down to fight with Jay and Veru. Quite and alone, but mind you Sambha was important in Sholay if it wasn't for him Hema Malini would have never danced in the movie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hope you learned something new and original after reading this. Till then Sambha signing out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-112368163571095153?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/112368163571095153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=112368163571095153&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112368163571095153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112368163571095153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/08/unofficial-guide-to-harassing.html' title='Unofficial Guide to Harassing'/><author><name>Akhil Shah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-112333167352065123</id><published>2005-08-06T17:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-06T18:04:33.520+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Changes are good for life</title><content type='html'>Here's some change in the blog just as to keep things exciting.You people have to help me select the best template(design) for the page so keep those comments coming.Just tell me which design you liked or like the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some bloggers might be thinking "Gosh! This guy is crazy asking for all types of comments".Now that you have excepted my invitation there is no way out.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Devilish laugh&lt;/span&gt;) Hehaa... haaaaaaaaaaaa......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-112333167352065123?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/112333167352065123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=112333167352065123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112333167352065123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112333167352065123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/08/changes-are-good-for-life.html' title='Changes are good for life'/><author><name>Akhil Shah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-112315965428450961</id><published>2005-08-04T18:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-04T18:56:10.303+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just an intro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="blog-header"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hi, I am priyanka gurjar from TE 3b.I am sorry that my display name created confusions if any.I am new to this blogging thing and hope ull excuse me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I thot i wud post my poems here..lol..somehow i love showing off my poems;) I do loove writing tho not tried my hand at blogging. I feel ill enjoy blogging here..seems like a good site :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres one of my poems...(finger's crossed!...lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                            &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Magical dream…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whooosh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blew the winds.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rustle, rustle,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Swayed the leaves.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I lay on my fields,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fast asleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thick, long branches,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shadowed me from the moonlight.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The tower clock struck twelve,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pitch, dark was the night.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deep down in my dreams,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An angel accompanied me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Humming melodious tunes,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dancing with holy glee.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was happier than her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I knew very well,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She was here for me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She was here to dwell.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The twinkle in her eyes,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Assured hardships were to end.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Her magical touch,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Promised that help she would send.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then my happiness knew no bounds…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a treasure I had found!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little did I know.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This treasure was meant to go.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Very high up there,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An evil hovered the sky.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It lowered towards us,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As minutes passed by.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Evil sparks surrounded her all over.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She realized she had to go.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shocked was I, it’s all over!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I felt very low.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Was this a dream or a nightmare?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That moment I did not know.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it did give a clear message.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Which I would be glad to show…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were born here alone,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With talents unknown.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We have to build them up…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All on our own.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Angels will guide you along.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Evils will make matters blue.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But we must be strong.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make the most of where we belong.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Work smart,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don’t expect.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some day you will succeed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This I can bet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have faith in yourself,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do your best.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trust on that,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God will do the rest!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                      &lt;/span&gt;©Priyanka Pradeep Gurjar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-112315965428450961?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/112315965428450961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=112315965428450961&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112315965428450961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112315965428450961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-intro.html' title='Just an intro...'/><author><name>priyanka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-112299469749774436</id><published>2005-08-02T20:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-03T18:43:22.033+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday,Results And Rain.Lots of it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/327/1287/1600/K.J.SOMIA%20SION%20GROUND.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/327/1287/200/K.J.SOMIA%20SION%20GROUND.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/327/1287/1600/SUMAN%20NAGAR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/327/1287/200/SUMAN%20NAGAR.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/327/1287/1600/pulsar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/327/1287/200/pulsar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On 26th July my adventurous day began after 1.00pm when i was told that sem 4 results are out.The results were put up on a board, where all the so called future engineers were jumping on each others shoulders to catch the glimps of their result. I won't describe the sophisticated way in which every one behaved when the results were put up.I tell you guys, the effort i had to put in getting my results was much more than what i had put into writing the papers.Finally, good new, passed, above 60% 'Aur kya chahiye'(Though my result was lowest among our group, but who cares '2nd year Nikal gaya').&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Since results were out pracs sab bhool gaye. Everyone started leaving the college as the news spread that railways was closed due to rains. Hardik and i usually leave together on bike as we both live in Bandra. On this particular day we were hesitant to go on the bike in such rainy condition. After much argument we left on the bike saying to our self that this would be an adventure in itself, and what an adventure it was! Initially, it was only the rain pouring from the sky that was hurting us (Rain water hurting? You might be wondering).Yes! The rain was coming in opposite direction&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;to us hence it was hurting as if small pebbles were being thrown at us. I couldn't open my eyes, it was pouring that heavily. There was water in my eyes, no not crying just rain water (Glad Hardik could see, he was the one in control).On regular intervals Hardik gave full throttle and the pulsar made a thunderous noise "Roaaaaarooaaaaa..."(No this was not to showoff but to heat up the up the engine, we feared it might stall. Poor bike it didn't know what it was going to face in the rest of the journey). As we progressed further we saw many partially vacant buses lined one behind the other. On any other occasion such empty buses to Bandra would have made me very happy. Hardik asked me "Tu bus me jana chahta hai to ja".I replied in very filmi(Sholay) andaz "Yeh dosti hum nahi....", i guess i got dramactic by so many events in one day. We moved on, making our way through the traffic twisting and turning through the small opening in the horendous traffic. On occasions we went on the pavement to make our way through,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;By now the water started collecting on the road (2.5+ feet water) and we could see why the traffic jam could not be avoided. We maneuvered carefully and the people did help us by warning us "Udhar Khadda hai, Mat jao". &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;When we reached near Corparate park and we were horrified to see the water level and got the picture how badly it was pouring. The tires of a Qualis was totally &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Submerged in the water and we feared that the water might be much deeper than it looks. 'Bhagaw ka naam liya' and we tried to muster through the water. I, never in my life had seen so much water on a main road. Hardik's bike was totally under water&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;, You bet engine, silencer and i wondered how the hell is this bike still running?. I could hear the bike's engine fighting the water as Hardik gave full throttle and got us through. As we slowly made our way through, with bike running on full throttle we saw many brave people pushing their bike, who just like us tried to go through the deep water, but their vehicle stalled. On watching this we did have a smile on our faces since we were riding and those poor people ended up pushing their bike. When i looked at the people who were pushing their bikes, they smiled back at us and their eyes said " Kya kare bike band ho gayi". By this time Hardik's bike had turned into a motorboat. I wondered, if this is the state after a good downfall what it would have been in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Gujarat&lt;/st1:place&gt; floods and Tsunami, it chills my bone to think about it. Anyways we made it to Priyadashini where the water level was comparatively low. Yes! Hardik's 'Dhano' (bike) got us through against all odds even with two people on the bike whereas many bikes with single rider failed to make it. The water drift was so powerful that we could literary feel the bike difting in the same direction.We were lucky because later we heard that eastern express sion highway was totally submerged and water there was neck high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;After a while with the help of Hardik's skillful driving we reached Kalanagar.It was jam packed and the only possible way out would have been to fly over every one like Harry Potter. We waited in the traffic, hoping that the traffic would clear and everyone standing besides were smiling at each other (I don’t know why but everyone was smiling). Now frustrated we turned towards Mahim to find a way into Bandra, but again at Mahim the water was very deep.We took our chances&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and went into the water. The bike without disappointing us made it to highway where we were greeted by another traffic jam. On the highway the bike stalled several times, definitely all this water sport had taken its toll on the machine. Hardik managed to keep it alive by giving throttle and keeping engine heated. We knew if the bike stalled now it was the entire Mahim highway, through 2.5 feet of water that we would have to drag the bike through. Fortunately it carried on, since we were the only one with running engine riding through the water we were cheered by group of people who seemed to be enjoying the rain."Chalte raho", "Gaadi band mat karna", "Go,Go Aage bado" they shouted, it seemed like we were riding for the Olympic gold medal. The bike mightily struggled and went a good distance before our fears turned to reality. Yep! The bike slowly gave up and stalled, Hardik relentlessly made effort to start the bike but the way in which it stalled it was clear the 'Dhano' was out for the count. People ask the dumbest questions at time, As hardik and I tried to start the bike a kid looking at us asked us"Kya hua?” I said "Baarish ho rahi hai, pani bhara hai, kisiki bike nahi chal rahi hai, Aur pooch raha hai kya hua".So, the two handsome engineering stud-ents started pushing the bike. It is a good work out to &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;push a bike in water, and apparently it is also funny. Funny because it makes other people smile in India, as people were smiling watching us push our bike through water (we are guilty too because we were also smiling at others).Now even we had the same helpless look in our eyes "Kya kare bike band ho gayi". Watching some of them cruise through on their bike Hardik and i murmurred "Iski bhi band hogi". We pushed the bike all the way to reclamation, in between we saw many umbrellas’ fly, people jumping in water and swimming.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                               &lt;/span&gt;In &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; anything is possible, even the fact that people were swimming in the water which all of us know is a part of you know what.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally we inched our way towards Hardik's home, "Pulsar, definately male? ye toh puri female hai yaar" Hardik said in frustration which really cracked me up. Earlier i had said&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;people ask the dummest questions, a lady asked us "Gaadi band hai kya?". "No it is my hobby to push bike in pouring rain", "Bachpan ki bimari hai na" i said to myself, of course not to the lady.I swear I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;was so pissed out on this question it is simple logic yaar! . We reached Hardik's home, he was completly drenched in rain water.I was no different&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;even though i had a windsleeve and Hardik didn't both of us were completely soaked. It was an adventure, riding bike through water but it would have been much better if the bike hadn't stalled ;-).Congrat's to all who got good result. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-112299469749774436?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/112299469749774436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=112299469749774436&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112299469749774436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112299469749774436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/08/tuesdayresults-and-rainlots-of-it.html' title='Tuesday,Results And Rain.Lots of it!'/><author><name>Akhil Shah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-112274909381582032</id><published>2005-07-30T23:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-31T00:35:33.370+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MY NIGHT OUT IN THE COLLEGE...</title><content type='html'>27th, wednesday: I am writing this blog from my friends home as i have not yet managed to reach home.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          26th,tuesday.. i got up as usual and it seemed to be a normal day but who knew this day would be one of the most eventful day in my life.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;          All the students were expecting our results and our expectation came true and the results were declared at 1:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          There was total chaos as people were trying hard to see how they had fared but only managed to get a glimpse of the already torn marksheets.. We guys decided to wait for the crowd to disappear but that didnt happen. so somehow we tried to make some efforts with no efforts.. We all managed to score good marks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           By then it was around 2:00pm so we decided to bunk the lectures and practicals.The weather was rainy and by now it was raining continiously for 2 hrs.We had come to know that the trains were  not running so we decided to head to ur respective homes by bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Few days back i had read in the news paper that it would be raining heavily for the next 2 days but somehow (donno y) i took it for granted and this turned out to be the reason why i still havent reached home .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        One after the other everyone began to leave the college but i along with some friends were having some fun time in the college.It was by now 3:30pm so hardik,akhil,mukesh and sujay left on their bikes.. I was left along with a friend of mine (Vineet).. My friends from parel(where i live) had already left.so i decided to leave with vineet who stays at vikroli.. By the time we left it was 4:30 pm. We decided to go to the deonar depot and take a bus.. all our plan was shattered when we couldnt even see the bus stop. It was almost completely submerged in the water.That very moment i thought it would be real hard to reach home and i was so true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        We were waiting at the bus stop which was like a swimming pool by now.. we were accompanied by Supriya (khatri) mam ;-)... Mam also didnt have a clue wat should be done.. but somehow she managed to get a rikshaw and we were left behind stranded :-(.. Donno why but all the rikshaw only seemed to take lady passengers...This was also evident by the fact that Ramesh sir (Remember mechanics??) also didnt get any rikshaw..:-) :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Now as i looked at my watch it showed 5:00pm...I and vineet struggled for the next 1 and 1/2 hour but couldnt find any means to reach our home. Tired and fully wet we made our way back to the college..:-( This was the first time i was feeling so helpless... I couldnt believe how in a metropolitan city like mumbai transportation could be affected so badly..we reached back to the college by 6:30- 7:00pm.. To make it worse all the phone lines were jammed...This was the time when we made the decision to spend the night at the college...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        At the college premises i was shocked to see only 4-5 students.. Donno why but i had this feeling that we not not made enough efforts to reach home..We were sitting in front of the cafeteria, thats when i had doubt about spending the night in the college campus.. I told vineet that Govandi area is not safe for anyone (even for guys).He was scared and just to scare him a little bit i told him about some incidents which happend near govandi like the "Acid thrown on school girls" .. He was damn scared by now and ran to the watchmen to enquire about the locality and the safety.. Donno y ,i was enjoying all this.. The watchman told us to go to room no. 11.. There was total darkness coz there was no current supply.. somehow we managed to reach room no. 11 on the 1st floor and were surprised to see about 30 students sitting there who had already given up any hopes of reaching home that day.. This is when we were feeling a little better.:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        We were then allowed to make calls from the principals office. Just as we made our calls and came out of the office we were offered TEA which we really needed :-). There were around 10 staff members including KOtak sir,Menon(the demon),and lathiya(i hope thats correct). ya ya Ramesh was also there...:-).So this was it, we had to spend the whole night in the college...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       The time was 8:00pm and after resting for a while we went to the canteen hoping that it was still open.. We were happy to see the canteen open though it was totally dark. We were &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprised to know that the dinner they offered was totally "FREE".. something which i never expected our college would do.. Each table in the canteen had a candle. so it was like we were having candle light dinner but the problem was the dinner was not with someone "special" ;-(.. but still it was nice experience.After finishing with the dinner we came back to room no. 11.It was 9:00pm now. i didnt knew most of the students ,some were from TE comps div b  and some from tronix but most were from SE.. Few students were not from our college , they had come here to take admissions and we were like "this happens every year" ,"think once more b4 taking admission"..lol We were really tired so wanted to have a small nap.so we arranged some benches &lt;br /&gt;and tried to go to sleep but our dress were totally wet therefore we couldnt sleep. so we decided to roam around in the college. The college was totally dark but somehow using the light from our cell phones we managed to reach till the 4th floor corridoor..The view from there was just amazing ,we could literally see the lightning lighting the completely dark sky.. The Fear was too much so we came back to our class which had some candle lights.. midnight had passed.. we were resting in the class and just then one staff member entered our class and told us to write our &lt;br /&gt;name and phone no. on a sheet of paper.. I felt like i was giving my attendence for some kind of a fun lecture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       It was 2:30am and the class was silent for the 1st time so i tried to get a small nap.. when i opened my eyes it was 6:30am .The weather out had cleared and thankfully it was not raining.. I and vineet got up in a hurry and got ready to leave.Most of the class had left by then.We came to know by the liftman(WE call him "ATUL") that the trains were still not running.so we decided to take a bus.There were very few bus and none of them were halting at the bus stop.THis reminded me of the previous days struggle.. Vineet then decided that he would start walking to his house at vikroli. I had no other option coz walking till parel was not an easy task..infact neither was walking till vikroli. Also vineet insisted me to come to his place,have something to eat ,take some rest and then try to reach home.. so we started to walk towards vikroli.just as we walked pass our college entrance we saw kotak sir on his bike and he was giving us a huge smile.. maybe because he was on a bike and we were walking.let it be any reason, At that very moment i wanted to kick him off the bike..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Anyways,after eating a packet of a biscuit we started to walk.A passenger in a rikshaw agreed to give us a lift till a place called "Shivaji Nagar". From there we took to the highway where we were asking for a lift.. A rikshaw driver told us a young man like "us" reached vikroli in 20 mins. We knew he was lying but still that was enough to boost our confidence.. so was started walking again without looking behind for any transport means.. On the way We met a man who was also walking alongside us.On asking ,he said he was going to "BORIVALI??".. now suddenly donno from where we got this extra energy and we walked continuosly till we reached ghatkoper.. we rested for a few min and started walking again. Finally ,after around 2 hours we reached vineet's place..:-). It was 11:00 am.There was no water and current and vineet's place.i changed my clothes and went to sleep. It was a much needed rest.. i got up at around 3:00pm. We went to a hotel. After having the lunch we went to the railway station.According to the announcement ,there will be no trains till further details.. I wanted to reach my home sweet home. so we decided to &lt;br /&gt;try some BEST buses but they were also not running..I Kept trying the entire day but all in vain.So i dedided to spend my night at vineet's place.. After eating our dinner we decided that instead of wasting our time i will teach "data structures" but before he could even remove his books i went to sleep. I was that tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Next day morning(thursday) i got up at 7:00 am.Packed my stuff and got ready to leave.I went to ghatkoper to my uncles house ,had my breakfast there.There an uncle of mine somehow managed to  start his bike and he dropped me at my place. Finnaly, I was back to my home after 2 days.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     These two days has changed me and my life in many ways.. On reaching home, i realised how lucky i was to be alive after hearing about so many deaths.This only shows that we are nothing infront of the power and might of the GOD.. He has created us and can destroy us in a matter of time.. I end this blog in the memories of all the innocent people who have perished.. May their souls rest in peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-112274909381582032?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/112274909381582032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=112274909381582032&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112274909381582032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112274909381582032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-night-out-in-college.html' title='MY NIGHT OUT IN THE COLLEGE...'/><author><name>Anand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09045928231413965841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-112213671484553511</id><published>2005-07-23T22:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-23T22:08:34.850+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Maine movie Kyu Dekha?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I guess by now many of you must have seen this movie, as for us we got the opportunity on Monday(18th July).We had very high expectation from the movie but&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;we were all dissapointed. We went to Ashish Theater in Chembur it was the only one available on such a short notice. Gosh! the theater, is like a football field so long that the screen felt &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;like it was at least a kilometer away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways the movie starts with Sohail Khan, who has no logical connection with the movie except for saving Katrina(Kat)and kissing Salman on particular occasions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All of us were puzzled on seeing Sohail's dance and his swimming style which bared close resemblance to a puppy style dance. Arshad Warsi was good with his comic timing &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and the comedy king Mr.Yadav gave a outstanding performance.Though he gave us few reason why not to shake hands with some one who comes out of rest room, but he was good.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.Kat and Sush look simply gorgeous. For boys it is worth watching, at least for them &lt;i style=""&gt;'Paisa vasool'&lt;/i&gt;. There were few but nice jokes rest were all repeated, small jokes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;such as the one in which Salman aks "Sach" and reply comes "Smooch"(innovative joke i liked it).Now comes the songs, the songs are rocking especially "Just chill" the problem is we couldn't enjoy listening&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;the song because we were too busy watching &lt;i style=""&gt;Hmmmmmmm&lt;/i&gt; (You know who and this goes for all of us and not just me, especially Andy).You all must have heard of surround sound but at Ashish we had surround whistle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The crowd there whistled so loudly we could barely listen the songs(It did not bother as long as we could see as we were more interested in seeing the songs rather than listening it).The end is drag with senti(i.e Sentimental)dialogues crying etc. Overall we all decided to give it &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rating of ** (2 star).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S:One star is for the movie, the other is &lt;u&gt;courtesy&lt;/u&gt; Kat and Sush.Have a nice day and 'Just chill'.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-112213671484553511?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/112213671484553511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=112213671484553511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112213671484553511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112213671484553511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/07/maine-movie-kyu-dekha.html' title='Maine movie Kyu Dekha?'/><author><name>Akhil Shah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-112210399892703930</id><published>2005-07-23T12:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-23T13:10:48.360+05:30</updated><title type='text'>katrina kaif  uncensored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7947/1318/1600/katrina_kaif027b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7947/1318/320/katrina_kaif027b1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the heading was just to attract more readers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nothin about her except 1  pic.well guys stop staring her and get back to the stable state from the excited one . if your energy is released in the form of heat then to cool you down here's some of the coolest jokes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Banta Singh attended an Interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interviewer:&lt;/strong&gt; Give me the opposite words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banta Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interviewer:&lt;/strong&gt; Made in India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banta Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Destroyed in Pakistan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interviewer:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep it Up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banta Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Put it Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interviewer: &lt;/strong&gt;MaxiMum&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banta Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Maxi Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interviewer:&lt;/strong&gt; Enough! Take your Seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banta Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't take my seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interviewer:&lt;/strong&gt; Idiot! Take your Seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banta Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; Clever! Don't take my Seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interviewer:&lt;/strong&gt; I say you get out&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banta Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; You didn't say I come in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interviewer: &lt;/strong&gt;I reject you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banta Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; You Appoint me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interviewer:&lt;/strong&gt; ....!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Pakistan just got their new Chinese fighter planes&gt; and sent a&gt; squadron of pilots there for training. "Ok, this&gt; one is easy to fly",&gt; said the Chinese trainer, "Even you fools should&gt; be able to operate&gt; it! You press this button to go up, this one to go&gt; left and this one&gt; for turning right!" "But how do we come down?"&gt; asked Capt. Arfath&gt; Pasha. "Oh," said the Chinese "leave that to the&gt; Indian Air Force!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fine is a tax for doing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;A tax is a fine for doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody at the FBI seems to be a special agent.&lt;br /&gt;Don't they have any regular ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 stupid questions people usually ask in obvious situations and some equally stupid answers:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.At the movies:When you meet acquaintances/friends Stupid Question:-Hey, what are you doing here? Answer:-Well,it's so hot , there were no cool cabs so I thought i'd watch some advertisements in the cool comfort of the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.In the bus: A fat girl wearing pointed high-heeled shoes steps on your feet Stupid Question:-Sorry, did that hurt? Answer:-No, not at all, I'm on local anesthesia.....why don't you try again or shpould i try this time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.At a funeral:One of the teary-eyed people ask Stupid Question:-Why, why him, of all people. Answer:-Why?Would it rather have been you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.At a restaurant:When you ask the waiter Stupid Question:-Is the "blah blah blah" dish good Answer:-No, its teribble and made of adulterated cement.We occasionaly also spit in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.At a family get-together.When some distant aunt meets you after years Stupid Question:-Munna,Chickoo, you've become so big. Answer:-Well you haven't particularly shrunk yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.When a friend announces her wedding, and you ask Stupid Question:-Is the guy you're marrying good? Answer:-No,he's a miserable wife-beating , insensitive lout...it's just the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.When you get woken up at midnight by a phone call Stupid Question:-Sorry. were you sleeping. Answer:-No. I was playing cricket for India at Sharjah and just when you called Salim Malik was betting with me that Pakistan would win.What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.When you see a friend/colleague with evidently shorter hair Stupid Question:-Hey have you had a haircut? Answer:-No, its autumn and I'm shedding......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.At the dentist when he's sticking pointed oblects in your mouth Stupid Question:-Tell me if it hurts? Answer:-And while I'm telling you , you tell me if I bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.You are smoking a cigarette and a cute woman asks Stupid Question:-Oh, so you smoke Answer:-No, it's a miracle ...........it was a chalk and now it's in flames!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-112210399892703930?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/112210399892703930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=112210399892703930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112210399892703930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112210399892703930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/07/katrina-kaif-uncensored.html' title='katrina kaif  uncensored'/><author><name>devang rocks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-112186334080885900</id><published>2005-07-20T18:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-20T18:12:20.813+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yep! Lonavala finally  happened</title><content type='html'>Well after the interesting post from andy i guess there isn't much to say about our journey.We did have a rocking day but not as rocking as Devang's day.Devang you lucky dog ;-).I did say i wanted to see a live accident but didn't my wish would be fulfilled so soon, otherwise i would have asked for a very good result(This time it's english good).And yes the girl indeed was good looking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-112186334080885900?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/112186334080885900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=112186334080885900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112186334080885900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112186334080885900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/07/yep-lonavala-finally-happened.html' title='Yep! Lonavala finally  happened'/><author><name>Akhil Shah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-112162702914561388</id><published>2005-07-18T00:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-18T00:33:49.153+05:30</updated><title type='text'>OUR FUN TRIP TO LONAVALA...</title><content type='html'>15th July, Friday was one of the best day in my life i must say . Man, i had loades of fun.. ya it was amazing, as we all guys(hope there were some girls too ;-) ) had planned to go to LONAVALA.. which i still cannot believe that we finally went after many flop plans. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;        This is how it all began..14th july was a normal college day but it turned out to be a good one as we decided to go to Lonavala the next day.. AFter the college akhil,hitesh ,gautam,nameet and myself went to dadar to book a Qualis for our trip. we like morons wasted around 4-5 hrs finalizing the plan as if it was some kind of a secret master plan. but finally it was all over. we finalized around 10 ppl.(in alphabatical order: akhil(the simple  guy),amit(very very active guy ),me(the cool dude ;-) ),devang(the long haired guy),gautam(hmm.. very calculative guy  sry gautam),hardik(the silent guy),hitesh( soft spoken guy),nameet(another cool dude like me lol ) and finally rohan(man,he speaks fast, donno in which language though ) By then it was around 7:00pm and we were all tired. we decided to meet at dadar the next day at 6:45am.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;        15th july,6:45am:  I left home and reached dadar at 6:50 am only to find hardik,akhil and rohan.By the time everyone came it was 7:15. Devang was waiting for us at diamond garden. you  guys can read about his story and wat he was doin (in his post).man he was having a real good time waiting ..&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;         Our trip to lonavala had finally(finally because of the "big" intro i gave) began as we drove pass our college i kinda felt bad for the students who will be attending the college but who cared i knew i had a rocking day ahead.Our road journey was fun filled.This was the first time i had been on the expressway... i,hitesh,gautam,and devang were sitting on the back seat comfortably as others were cramped together.. I dont know why i am giving such minor details..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we reached a place called "LODAGAD" (dont know the exact name coz we all remember it by something else ;-)  ) at around 9:30 am.it was few Km away from lonavala.This was the place for trecking but it had nice roads so technically we didnt treck but for some adventure we sometimes took rocky paths to treck.. we were followed by some school children (may be 1st -2nd std) man they had more stamina then us. we were just amazed. Akhil personally liked the girl (who was guiding the children).sry aks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        During the entire treck Amit was leading us.Me and devang were the last to follow. The entire treck up,we were searching for some big waterfall to plunge into but even after we reached the Top we didnt find anything apart from the two small waterfalls at the bottom.It took us around 2 and 1/2 hrs to reach the top.Guess wat? the school children were the first to reach the top.we were all so embarrasSed.By then it was around 12:00. We were all tired but the view we got from the top was all worth it.Even after reaching the top we found out that it was not the top.we wanted to conquer the mountain for which Amit was taking some efforts but because of the time constraint and Rohan's want to stop,we had to stop soon.At the top hardik had a close encounter with a snake.after which we were all diging out sites into the ground and walking.The fort was real big we were all amazed by the efforts which were taken to build such a majestic fort.. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;       At around 12:30 we started our journey down the hill.. which we thought would be easy and infact it was..we once again reached the waterfall but were confused whether to get wet here or at tiger water falls. but rohan found the water hard to resist (i think)and changed his clothes but we had other plans so he was damn pissed off.. we reached the base at around 2:00pm were our Qualis was waiting.. During the entire treck we were joined by a new friend. He (may be 'she') was a puppy who seemed to hav some close connection with gautam.. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      We even saw "KALRA CAVES" but only from a distance...lol. We had no time neither stamina to make another treck to reach Kalra caves though the crowd up there were hard to resist.;-)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      From there we took off to Tiger waterfall and lion point.. Lion point gave was an amazing view but still donno why it was called lion point.. At tiger waterfalls we tried to find some place to get under the fall but hesited coz the place was full of men (not normal men, many goods(goood in hindi.. lol ) ) Even Before entering the waterfall we had some doubt about the place coz we saw a "BOBBY DARLING" look alike.. But the water was too hard to resist and we all jumped into it...(me leading followed by akhil and rohan). The water was real good and all our tiredness was gone.Even our driver found the water hard to resist and plunged into it.. By now it was around 5:00pm. so we decided to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The next few hours were total waste of time as we tried to reach somewhere,dont know where?.. some wastage of time was due to some mama's( traffic police) who wanted some chai pani..After all this mess was over we took of to kandala but didnt even get down from our Qualis.That was i think the last place we had in mind to visit.. so we decided to return back to bombay..But on our way back Amit saw a hospitality management college named "Kohinoor" and soon realised that we had a good oppurtunity to have a free lunch(though it was 6:00pm by then) coz he had a friend studying there.Actually "Free lunch to ek bahana tha" we wanted to see some goood crowd and the campus .hardik was very excited.. but i had my doubts.. all our excitement was short lived coz Amit's friend was not in the campus and w/o him we couldnt enter..our luck still eluded us of some last minute fun.. so we continued our return journey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      While returning back it started to rain..so there was lots of excitement in the air though a little late in the day.. But this excitement turned into a Panic situation when a Tempo in front of us skid and our driver was found day dreaming. he finally stopped our Qualis because of shouts from Hardik who as alert as ever. we then resumed our journey. on our way back we saw many accidents and Akhil seemed to be enjoying it.. We didn't hav a proper lunch the entire day so we decided to have a nice, big ,huge dinner at some dhaba. Hardik knew some place in Vashi so we decided to go there.After driving on the express way we didnt realised how time passed and we reached Vashi at around 8:00pm. We ordered our dinner which took a long long time to come.Amit and hardik ordered Jain food which took even longer. infact we all were almost done by the time they got to see their food.. finally not so impressed by our food we crawled back to the car.Infact this was the last time we boarded the car.our journey was on the final stages so is this post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     After droping Devang at diamond garden we all made the return to dadar.. We were all tired by that time but the songs playing on the radio still kept us awake... Now it was around 11:00pm when our car stopped for the last time..sadly This was the end of our Journey and the end of all the Fun we were having the entire day. But the memories it left in each one of us will last for many many days to come .. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Now as i hav finished writing about our fun experience,i am tired more than the actual trip...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-112162702914561388?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/112162702914561388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=112162702914561388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112162702914561388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112162702914561388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/07/our-fun-trip-to-lonavala.html' title='OUR FUN TRIP TO LONAVALA...'/><author><name>Anand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09045928231413965841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-112150004393585097</id><published>2005-07-16T13:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-16T13:17:23.940+05:30</updated><title type='text'>First time to lonavala with u guys</title><content type='html'>Hi every body. Friday 15th  july 2005 at 6.55am  I was supposed to reach at diamond garden  and unfortunately I was on time.  Actually I made a wrong assumptions that engineers are always on time. Anyways I did not really mind for u guys coming late, on the  contrary  I wanna thank you guys because I spent my waiting time by looking at two beautiful girls running along the circumference of the garden. They were running real hard  and the sweat was making their t-shirts wet. well  the further description of those two girls is censored . finally a beautiful start to the morning came to an end and  I sat  into the car with 8 morons(=future engineers) and I was the ninth one.  I had got no idea who all was coming.  I  knew all of them except Amit and that stupid driver . well I had a real blast and enjoyed it thoroughly. Especially the Rohan  v/s  Amit  conversation  for  the  small  water fall  and  some of the other spots. I  don’t  mean it on a personal level, so both Rohan and Amit don’t  misunderstand. Akhil was a bit quite but gained momentum was in form later.  Hardik also delivered some of the dynamite statements in between. Well I enjoyed a lot and  I don’t really have the patience to write about everyone and each incident. So good bye n take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-112150004393585097?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/112150004393585097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=112150004393585097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112150004393585097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112150004393585097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/07/first-time-to-lonavala-with-u-guys.html' title='First time to lonavala with u guys'/><author><name>devang rocks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-112117215863329681</id><published>2005-07-12T18:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-12T18:12:38.636+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Results? Are they out?</title><content type='html'>Not much happened today, accept few boring lectures.Although the sem3  did snap me out of my wonderland and reminded me that our results are still to come.I hope i can make it through and wish the same for my friends.Best of luck to all my friends for their results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-112117215863329681?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/112117215863329681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=112117215863329681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112117215863329681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112117215863329681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/07/results-are-they-out.html' title='Results? Are they out?'/><author><name>Akhil Shah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-112109513382973965</id><published>2005-07-11T20:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-11T20:48:53.833+05:30</updated><title type='text'>First Day of College, At last.</title><content type='html'>Today was our first(official) day of our semester 5 class. I was all set to wake up at 7.00am in the morning, but as usual it was 9.00am by the time I was wide awake. Realizing that further attempts to reach the college would prove futile, I prepared myself to spend another lazy day at home. I tried to justify my decision by assuring myself that the college would not start on the first day itself but it was as fate had decide other things for me today.&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Around 9.45am I got a call from my friend (Hardik), and we decided we should go to the college. We met near the petrol pump, I hoped on his bike and we took off for the college. We hadn't even left Bandra and it started raining. Since neither of us 'Einstein' had taken the liberty of carrying the windsheeters with us we turned back to Bandra towards Hardik's home. When we were returning I remembered the words of wisdom from my mother "Beta, take the windsheeter it might rain today" followed by my "Mummy barish nahi hogi aaj".Some times I have a brain storm, that even when people suggest me(i.e. especially my mother) the right thing I take the wrong one. After grabbing the windsheeters we hit the road, and it was not surprising for me that not even one drop of water poured on us. I guess not getting drenched in rain after you go back home and get your windsheeters feels like an insult. Even god plays tricks with you! I guess.&lt;br /&gt;                                                      By the time we reached college, all the action was over.  Assuring myself that college would not start on the first day itself was kinda true I said to myself. Waiting in the college for more than two hours we had a hearty talk with each other. Finally I and Hardik decided to leave, just then Hitesh and Nameet accompanied us on thier Kinetic to Bandra. Nameet was talking on the phone with his friends (who I guess had left the college) and they were inviting them to bandra for sight seeing(this was normal roaming around sight seeing and not the usual one the boys are fimiliar with).&lt;br /&gt;Well we reach Bandra and Nameet was constantly on his phone throughout the journey deciding 'Where exactly in Bandra?’. Nameet looked like a 'stock exchange broker' who was getting numerous after the Bull run in the market. Nameet on  phone "haa aa raha hoon","tu pahauch waha ","haa, haa bandra".&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Confusion still persisted as we reached Bandstand, we parked our bikes and admired the sea waves gushing towards the shore. There were these&lt;br /&gt;2 beggar kids, Well I wouldn't call them beggars because the way they demanded money was more like 'extortion’. One relentlessly followed you while the other sat on the bike as if it was his bike. No one showed, but every one was happy to see these kids depart. During this event we were joined by Rohan and his friend. Nameet was still trying to make contact with the friends who were suppose to meet them in Bandra. Until now I had no idea who he was talking to and where will they meet. Few minutes later and after a lot of confusion we finally landed in front of Carter roads CCD(Cafe coffee day).There we went into a fancy snack parlour, were the rest of the gang was sitting.Now I finally knew to whom was Nameet talking to on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;                                                      As I and Nameet sat on the bench type arrangement our attention was drawn by 'Dino Morea'. When he walked by us towards his car we had our own gag by saying "zaada bhaw mat do" when the fact is that we were the only one to take notice that he was there. The attendant brought something which bared similar resemblance to food, I tried to gathered courage to take a bite at this strange stuff. I had one piece and I can bet, this mushroom and cheese that I was having was something close to having a chicken. It did smell like it but rest assured it was the original authentic veggie stuff. After a hectic day I departed from my friends as they strolled down the promenade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-112109513382973965?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/112109513382973965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=112109513382973965&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112109513382973965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112109513382973965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/07/first-day-of-college-at-last.html' title='First Day of College, At last.'/><author><name>Akhil Shah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-112089374860141997</id><published>2005-07-09T12:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-09T12:52:28.606+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Day Out</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a break from my usual day as we(ie:Hardik,Gautam,Nameet,Rohan and myself) went to see a blockbuster flim 'Dus'.&lt;br /&gt;                                               I guess that the name blockbuster gets associated with the movie with such a huge starcast, regardless of it's story.Frankly speaking the movie was a three hours torcher with each hero running haywire to catch the terrorist.Only character, which all of us felt(strongly) made our money worth watching the flim was 'Pankaj Kapur'.He was outstanding in his role again making his mark, why he is best in the buisness.Well, after the movie Rohan took off, I guess it is hard to keep him tied to one place(Rohan just joking yaar ;-)).&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us did go to a stadium, we sat there watching others play football and pondering over the next semester which will be starting soon.&lt;br /&gt;                                                As from our discussion i came to know that Prof Biju is not so famous after, all i guess after Venkatesh i am just sacred of classes.We sat there and talked until it was dark, the atmosphere was getting romantic as some couples acompanied us in the stadium.Though they looked very happy in the corner which they occupied.As the couple took off we decided it was time for us to leave .ultimately we landed in front of a dosa stall, i had a nice,spicy Mysore malasa dosa.While talking, Hardik gave us a few strong points as too why we should look for a job in Sweden.The rest is classified. Finally we had nice glass of sugarcane juice, said goodbye to Gautam and Nameetand took a bus to Bandra.I guess we nothing but talk, but surely this was a much better day than my rest of the vacation.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys looking forward to another day, Just like this.&lt;br /&gt;ps:One advice, if you dont want to suffer the way we did read the review of movie and then g&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-112089374860141997?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/112089374860141997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=112089374860141997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112089374860141997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112089374860141997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-day-out.html' title='My Day Out'/><author><name>Akhil Shah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-112074948036633112</id><published>2005-07-07T20:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-07T20:48:00.366+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My College(S.A.K.E.C)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/327/1287/1600/college.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/327/1287/200/college.jpg" 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/14275340-112074948036633112?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/112074948036633112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=112074948036633112&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112074948036633112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112074948036633112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-collegesakec.html' title='My College(S.A.K.E.C)'/><author><name>Akhil Shah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275340.post-112074802052383341</id><published>2005-07-07T20:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:17:24.273+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blog, It's alive!!!</title><content type='html'>Nothing special today, apart from me creating this blog. I hope this blog is not abandoned by me, this will surely help me put forward my opinion,thoughts and ideas(even though they may not be as bright as i feel).At least one creative thing done today.All my friends who are reading this blog, I would advice them to create their own blog and help create a sakec community where we could discuss our day at college,any funny incident.This habit will prove useful since, it will not only help but will prove to be a creative boon for Computer Science students like us. Please do comment on the articles posted and notify on the groups if you create a blog yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275340-112074802052383341?l=aks-sakec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/feeds/112074802052383341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275340&amp;postID=112074802052383341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112074802052383341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275340/posts/default/112074802052383341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aks-sakec.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-its-alive.html' title='Blog, It&apos;s alive!!!'/><author><name>Akhil Shah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
