<?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-7621498278459061407</id><updated>2012-01-01T21:25:29.688+05:30</updated><category term='Business'/><category term='Time for Some Banter'/><category term='A key to a better life'/><title type='text'>Vaudeville of exhilaration</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-7751532568198100321</id><published>2011-02-10T17:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-10T19:33:03.950+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Live and let live!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;People call me materialistic when I express my love for foreign countries, but no one can deny the fact that in foreign at least people know to mind their own business and let people live the way they want. Well!! Nothing happened with me that triggered this emotion but I keep thinking about this all the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now, there are two people, who love each other so much, have been together for say 10 years and want to get into matrimonial bonds. Every thing was fine while they were dating till they decided to get married( It's an important thing , you know, in our society and if you don't marry, you can't survive here. Forget about elders, your peers are gonna break you down by their constant criticism.)Now what? It becomes a big issue and even a bigger issue if the girl and the guy belong to different segments of the society? Why? In India, lots of questions arise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What would the society think of it?(A society that talks and only talks, that is proud of the useless differences in caste, creed and religion and where there is no unanimity). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The relatives won't accept it and neighbours would talk about it( as if the guy and the girl are about to live with them). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In which fashion would the marriage be conducted: in the girl's style or the guy's style?                         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And many more questions come up but I don't want to get into that. All I wanna ask is why does no one care about the sentiments of two people who love each other so much. Every one makes their life difficult. Why doesn't a 28 year old girl and the boy of pretty the same age can't make their life's decision and live the way they want? Where is the freedom? People get their rights to vote at an age of 18 but can't they make their life's choice at the age of 28? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kya&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kya&lt;/span&gt; problem &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;logon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt;? And you know what bugs me. In India, couples hide their relationship from their parents till the time of marriage approaches because they are afraid of telling their parents as if it were a sin. On the other hand, a girl and a boy brought together by everything that is arranged and are right now engaged, but not married, they are allowed to date, go for outings, shout at the top of their voices that they are getting married. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uff&lt;/span&gt; for God's sake, why such a hypocritical and ridiculous outlook do people have? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The only thing that I hope and expect from our generation is that they would evolve out to be more tolerant, reasonable, understanding and would have the discretion of right and wrong without the interference of what their previous generation have done so far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We live in 21st century where intellect and knowledge are doing havoc across the globe, where the entire economy has become knowledge based, where ideas flow effortlessly through electronic, electromagnetic or radio waves or whatever you would like to say, where there is a revolution every day. In this era, please break the dogmatic strands of illogical thinking. Think independently and intellectually. That is all I wanna say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;**************************************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I saw the movie "He is just not that into you" yesterday. An interesting movie I must say...Has an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IMDb&lt;/span&gt; rating of 6.4...Again the kind of a movie where several stories run together, in one way or the other interconnected with each other. It is about relationships- the interpretations and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;misinterpretations&lt;/span&gt; associated with it. Do watch it..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-7751532568198100321?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/7751532568198100321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2011/02/live-and-let-live.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/7751532568198100321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/7751532568198100321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2011/02/live-and-let-live.html' title='Live and let live!!!!'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-8029595948032918521</id><published>2011-02-02T14:25:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-02T14:58:41.530+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Memories cherished, lessons learnt, sermons delivered........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I do nothing these days. Because of stomach problem (God alone knows what is wrong with my tummy, poor thing is not able to digest food properly), I have taken leave from office…a long leave…&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to leave the company because I thought it was pointless to be employed when you go for a leave of 3-4 months, but they didn’t want to let go of me. There could be lot of underground reasons for it apart from the fact that I am kinda good (c’mmon, in the midst of illness, a little bit of boasting feels good).&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, all I do these days is either sit and dream of a future where there is health and prosperity or sit and reminisce the beautiful moments of past or think of the only person I have loved the most in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past… This takes me to Bangalore when I was staying with my sister and was doing a job for which I was overqualified and under payed. Experts say that the brain remembers only the best moments of life and rubs off the traumatic incidents. Experts are never wrong. Though my salary was less than half of what I get now( better to say what I would have got if I was going to office and was not on unpaid leaves), I was happy and I saved a lot since I was staying with my sister. Every weekend we went out shopping and came back home exhausted with loads and loads of poly bags and not to forget a burger or a sandwich each for me and my sister and a cold coffee, because we knew we needed extra energy for trying out every thing we bought. When I sit and recollect, these are the moments that come swiftly to my mind and all the painful moments seem to disappear. Among the painful moments were times when I and my sister fought with each other and she asked me to leave the house. I don’t feel the pain now coz I am reminded of the tasty dishes that she prepared for me every time after our fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine in Bangalore and if I wanted I could have got a better job right there but I didn’t want to because I had left my heart in Noida, my happiness was in meeting the love of my life. I missed that person so much when I was in Bangalore. (I don’t know what is in my destiny but all I know is he will always be in the top most place in my list of loved ones.) It was for him that I left Bangalore and headed for Gurgaon. But unfortunately, Gurgaon didn’t welcome me (that is what I choose to believe although the real damage was done way before my going to Gurgaon). All the tensions and troubles that I took to back a job in NCR and get back with my loved one left my brain shattered and things went so wrong with my health that I ended up in my current situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word of caution: No matter how serious condition you are in or in whatever big problem you are in, never, ever, take tension. Tension and stress could do damage way more than you could think. In my case my digestive system has gone wrong; the brain comes under so much pressure that it fails to do the general tasks like digestion. Any tension be it work related, love life related, parents related, kids related etc. is not worth taking because at the end of the day the sufferer is you and only you. Once the health spoils, it takes quite a time to rejuvenate and get repaired and during this phase neither a well paying job nor a loving husband can give you the real happiness..So, health is wealth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am eagerly waiting for my system to repair itself so that I can enjoy my life to the fullest and I would want you all to pray for this tiny little soul. Many prayers could do miracle. I want to go back to my love. I want to go back to my normal life. Please Universe I am asking you, answering is your job and I am trying my best to receive it.&lt;br /&gt;I am a strong believer of “The Secret” (although I fail to follow), so I am leaving you with this quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;“Whatever it is you are feeling is a perfect reflection of what is in the process of becoming.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who do not know what the Secret is, please feel free to ask, will tell you in the next post. Till then take care..:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-8029595948032918521?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/8029595948032918521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2011/02/memories-cherished-lessons-learnt.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/8029595948032918521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/8029595948032918521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2011/02/memories-cherished-lessons-learnt.html' title='Memories cherished, lessons learnt, sermons delivered........'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-7865361044070954806</id><published>2011-01-31T13:28:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-31T13:48:26.616+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Isn't the house very cute???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is about the times when I was working in Bangalore.. It's a place called Indranagar, one of the posh areas of Bangalore, where happened to be my office. I, along with two of my friends, used to go out to have the most ummilicious and super-appetizing veg rolls, aah!! I still have the taste..Believe me..Those were the best rolls I ever had in my life just like the wowest and awesomest burger that Marshall in "How I Met Your Mother" had in that restaurant with a green door..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, my post is not about the rolls that I had.. I wanted to share a picture of a very cosy little house that was right opposite to the shop where we had our rolls from.. I know you would love the house.. It's a little weird but very cute..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 413px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 393px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568260560261442850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUZvekczbSI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iiw-nWbqg34/s320/Cute%2BHouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do you like it?? But guys the rolls were yummy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-7865361044070954806?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/7865361044070954806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2011/01/isnt-house-very-cute.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/7865361044070954806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/7865361044070954806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2011/01/isnt-house-very-cute.html' title='Isn&apos;t the house very cute???'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUZvekczbSI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iiw-nWbqg34/s72-c/Cute%2BHouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-4400988501469919623</id><published>2011-01-30T12:35:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-30T13:21:45.972+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A peek into the charming past...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUUWCyxLG0I/AAAAAAAAAhA/ObvUk0XZ57o/s1600/Cute%2BKid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567880751557057346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUUWCyxLG0I/AAAAAAAAAhA/ObvUk0XZ57o/s320/Cute%2BKid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every now and then I am struck by nostalgia. The memories of my past are still so conspicuously vivid. When I see the morning sun high up in the sky illuminating the whole world so spectacularly and the cool gentle breeze swaying the trees and the leaves, I am reminded of the times when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I always talk about the times when I was a kid because my life was very fulfilled at that time. I never tried to impress anybody and still people loved me. I was the brightest of all, the smartest of all, an object of great envy for some and a good friend for many, the most favourite of teachers and the most loved kid of the family. And above all, I was unknowingly happy and was cherishing every moment of my life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to my nostalgic state, I am reminded of the summer holidays. I had so much fun in those days. I am a Chota-Mota creative person. I have always loved writing, doing creative stuffs, reading my English reader book and doing things that people might be very inquisitive to know. Studies never bothered me and I always made sure that studies were looked after well before engaging in fun and frolic. So after completing my studies, I used to go to my den and do my stuffs. I had a small suitcase wherein I put all my personal stuffs that included magazines like Children’s Digest, Nanhe Samrat, Chaha Chowdhary; my paper cuttings; my Barbie doll and her bed; my diary and many other stuffs. I used to stay engrossed in my books, diary and paper cuttings. I always wanted to have a tree house and had told our house-keeper to make one for me but he couldn’t make one (anyways, I am gonna make one for my kids). &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567882544229582082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUUXrI_nBQI/AAAAAAAAAhI/x4AvkvfDZBI/s320/tree%2Bhouse.jpg" /&gt;The one thing that is common between those days and now is the bright sun shinning and the cool breeze swaying the trees. Those days I used to sit in my den and look at the mangoes dancing with the breeze to the song of nature inspiring the soul of a 7 year old. I also remember having written a poem on that; well, I don’t remember the poem now. How badly I miss those days!! They are crystal clear in my mind. I was probably a blessed and happy soul.&lt;br /&gt;The question is will I become a happy and blessed person now and in the future if not in the same way like past, probably in other ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-4400988501469919623?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/4400988501469919623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2011/01/peek-into-charming-past.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/4400988501469919623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/4400988501469919623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2011/01/peek-into-charming-past.html' title='A peek into the charming past...'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUUWCyxLG0I/AAAAAAAAAhA/ObvUk0XZ57o/s72-c/Cute%2BKid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-2736619426930594121</id><published>2011-01-26T11:23:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-26T12:17:55.144+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Republic day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TT_BctAjpaI/AAAAAAAAAg4/xGqnjxDu7bg/s1600/january26-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566380363315652002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TT_BctAjpaI/AAAAAAAAAg4/xGqnjxDu7bg/s320/january26-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here comes the Republic Day.. The red-lettered day in Indian history when our constitution was brought into force..Every year the nation celebrates this day with great pomp and pride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am reminded of the days when I was a kid and the great excitement that we had on republic days and independent days. Wonderful were those days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The shops were wonderfully decorated with our tri-coloured flags flaring everywhere. Everyone displayed the flag be it in front of the houses or vehicles or on bags. We never had holidays per se but we had something special. We used to go to what was called as "Maidaan or Ground", a huge area with a boundary. In these Maidaans, we celebrated Republic Days with great pomp and show. Several schools and colleges participated in "March Pasts", "Dances", "Shows", "Exhibitions" and finally there used to be distribution of "Packets"(Now, the packets are the most interesting part as inside the packets were samosas, jalebis, puffs, namkeen etc., yumm, isn't it?). Anyways, all these happened post the hoisting of flag by the guest of honor who happened to be some IAS officers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is the enthusiasm that we had was unsurpassed. We did the march pasts in the most ostentatious and sophisticated manner, we danced in the most graceful manner and we sang "Jana Gana Mana" and "Vande Mataram" in the most melodious way. Although it was a competition among several schools to show themselves as the best one and everyone waited eagerly for the prizes, the exuberance and enthusiasm was retained. As we grew up, these activities became less. Those were the days when we proudly and happily wished everyone and these days I hardly wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So wishing all the Indians across the globe a very happy Republic Day. Let's all unite together and take a pledge of contributing to our mother nation. Jai Hind..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-2736619426930594121?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/2736619426930594121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-republic-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/2736619426930594121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/2736619426930594121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-republic-day.html' title='Happy Republic day...'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TT_BctAjpaI/AAAAAAAAAg4/xGqnjxDu7bg/s72-c/january26-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-1985118124660541676</id><published>2011-01-24T10:06:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-24T13:33:40.050+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A dream - a fascination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TT0vG00PnSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/b-0OTM3pmcE/s1600/london.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565656508803292450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TT0vG00PnSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/b-0OTM3pmcE/s320/london.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In exotic locale....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TT0uKMUVcKI/AAAAAAAAAgY/eG5XzpNQj7E/s1600/couple2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 343px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565655467139887266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TT0uKMUVcKI/AAAAAAAAAgY/eG5XzpNQj7E/s320/couple2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With my loved one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TT0u3YNtPfI/AAAAAAAAAgg/NE3jqWx6kvk/s1600/Good_health23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565656243427425778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TT0u3YNtPfI/AAAAAAAAAgg/NE3jqWx6kvk/s320/Good_health23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In good health...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TT0YUkPDOcI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/pb_qgTsB48Y/s1600/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 378px; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565631456103053762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TT0YUkPDOcI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/pb_qgTsB48Y/s320/house.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In a beautiful house amidst snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dreaming Soul &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TT0wgye9ohI/AAAAAAAAAgw/w6Z0b6vv_f4/s1600/dream2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 162px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565658054365389330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TT0wgye9ohI/AAAAAAAAAgw/w6Z0b6vv_f4/s320/dream2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every one is fascinated by exotic things. Americans like tan and are intrigued by Spanish and French culture, Indians like fair skin and are mesmerized by the lifestyle of foreign lands. I am not an exception to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have always fascinated living abroad be it New York or London. When I say so, I don't mean that I permanently want to settle down but I want to live in these places for some years. It would be a cherry on a cake if my loved one also comes along with me. We all have our own whims and fancies and mine is living abroad with my loved one in a chic house, not too big but big enough for us, working in a big MNC where the working hours are 7-8 and not more than that, see it snowing outside although inside feels warm and cosy, wearing lovely overcoats with boots, buying wonderful dresses, being a part of the foreign land and earning big fat bucks. It all sounds materialistic but I would want to have it. More than everything I want to work there and enjoy my life to the fullest, away from prying neighbours and inquisitive relatives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recently, while I was going through Linkedin, a professional networking site, I bumped into a job that exactly suits my profile and is based in London. With no second thought, I applied to the job. Whether I get the job or not, the momentary happiness that I was enjoying while applying for the job has no comparison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But in the last few months I have realized that you might have all the materialistic stuffs around you and still not be happy if you are not healthy. So along with the aforementioned stuffs, I would want good health and absolutely no stomach problems, only then I would be able to enjoy every bit of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life is Gooooooodddddd and I am learning to play the the magical cords bringing melodious music to my life. God you are listening, aren't you? I love you and I want good health and happiness.. Please God..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-1985118124660541676?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/1985118124660541676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2011/01/dream-fascination.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/1985118124660541676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/1985118124660541676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2011/01/dream-fascination.html' title='A dream - a fascination'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TT0vG00PnSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/b-0OTM3pmcE/s72-c/london.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-1049363427368179662</id><published>2011-01-23T19:22:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-23T20:16:47.140+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Finding my solace through blogging...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TTw-oteaSXI/AAAAAAAAAgI/qasl1OoZiK4/s1600/Writing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 411px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565392108645927282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TTw-oteaSXI/AAAAAAAAAgI/qasl1OoZiK4/s320/Writing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have always been a little eccentric all throughout my life and my father says that I have come from Mars. I don't know it is just the way I am. When I am happy, I wouldn't and couldn't wait to tell everyone the reason behind my happiness and when I am sad, I don't even feel like talking to anyone. My personal space in this blogosphere is the only place I feel like lingering in when I am all sad and disturbed. Yes, all the unexpected and sad things have been happening in my life. I don't know why they are happening and I do not know how to get rid of them. All I know is I have this blog which makes me happy. Problems definitely come our way but we should find ways to tackle them and I have decided that blogging would help in mitigating the troubles I am facing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything can inspire us. Interestingly, I visited one of the blogs that I follow and I will tell you what, every time I visit her blog, I feel replenished and recharged no matter in what depressive state of mind I am in. The pictures that she puts up about her family and friends are so charming and inspiring. The inspiration, that was lacking today morning, has come and I am going to write extensively from now onwards. Blogging and writing is where I am going to get my peace and solace. I am tired of visualizing and channelising my life. From now onwards, the Universe is at its own whims and fancies to give whatever it wants and I am going to enjoy every bit of my life through writing. I thank God for giving me this inspiration today. I will bring back the colours and music of my life. Every bit of happiness will be drawn to me and I am going to do it through blogging..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all the beautiful people for inspiring this soul. Love you all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-1049363427368179662?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/1049363427368179662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2011/01/determination-flooding-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/1049363427368179662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/1049363427368179662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2011/01/determination-flooding-in.html' title='Finding my solace through blogging...'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TTw-oteaSXI/AAAAAAAAAgI/qasl1OoZiK4/s72-c/Writing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-5825632816297936285</id><published>2011-01-23T09:49:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-23T10:02:59.176+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't write nowadays. Why.....? The inspiration seems to be missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The series of events that happened in my life has left me bewildered. Every single day I get up and think what am I going to do today. Why did the universe do things that I never wanted? When will the Universe show me a direction to ultimate happiness and peace of mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always wanted a happening and as we say "mast" life and always visualized having so, then why am I in this situation today? What is the truth and reality of life....? Honestly, I don't want to know. All I want is happiness, fulfillment and off course good health. Universe!!! Are you listening?? The big great Ginnie, please say "Your wish is my command," please move the magic wand on me and make my life the best experience and give me all the little things that I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-5825632816297936285?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/5825632816297936285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2011/01/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/5825632816297936285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/5825632816297936285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2011/01/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-5523651057871024761</id><published>2010-11-18T16:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:57:00.821+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi guys..I don’t know how LONG TIME is defined by people but I am back after a really LONG TIME of 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it definitely is not fair that I do stuffs in my life and not speak anything about them. Well, I have a full proof justification for it.&lt;br /&gt;Last 2 months have been one heck of an adventure for me. The first month kept me startled all through out and the second month kept me sick all through out(too much of startling is injurious to health).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurgaon didn’t seem the way it was supposed to be since I took a place in the “not so enticing” part of the city. I have no other way, since serving 9 hours and 45 mins at office would become a nightmare if I choose to live in the fairest part of the city, way far from my office; off course, that means travelling is not a welcoming option for me. Anyways, life went by without much of drama but the only thing that prominently happened, which spoiled the second half of my hiatus from blogging was that my stomach got weaker and weaker. Weird things were happening in stomach because of which the sad gourmand soul couldn’t eat anything. Bottom line, I became terribly sick and trotted back home taking a sabbatical leave for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the sad part; now let’s get into the good part. I am at home now, recovering from god forbidden things that had happened in my stomach and am lot better than what I was sometimes ago. I bought a laptop, so the writing has come back. I will be at home for some more days and then will be back to Gurgaon and I hope this time I have a nice and pleasant stay, full of happiness and good health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life gives us plenty of opportunities to rectify our mistakes, so don’t you thing at least one such opportunity needs to be grabbed? I learnt this obvious thing lately and am trying to work on it. Idealness and sickness definitely awakens the philosopher in you, how true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is it for now. As the writer’s block fades away, more writing will come up. So, stay tuned… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-5523651057871024761?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/5523651057871024761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-back.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/5523651057871024761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/5523651057871024761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-back.html' title='I am back...'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-394755267913485291</id><published>2010-10-01T06:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-01T06:53:39.863+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi People,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My flight is at 11 am and Bangalore airport is 2 hours from my place, so I am running short of time and I have to get ready. I am really sorry I couldn't make time for the post that I was supposed to write on Bangalore and I don't think I will be able to access blogger.com for sometime. Once I go and settle there,I will plan to buy a laptop.. Till then, I will keep visiting your blog if I can and you guys take care, have fun and keep loving all.. Wish you all the health and happiness.. Take good care of yourselves.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-394755267913485291?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/394755267913485291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi-people-my-flight-is-at-11-am-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/394755267913485291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/394755267913485291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi-people-my-flight-is-at-11-am-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-7116251953955952316</id><published>2010-09-27T18:32:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:43:58.734+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life's just got better and beautiful..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TKCzA7c3_mI/AAAAAAAAAfA/K-pjA7hqBYc/s1600/Happiness+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521609971696402018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TKCzA7c3_mI/AAAAAAAAAfA/K-pjA7hqBYc/s320/Happiness+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my last week that I am going to spend in Bangalore because I am moving to Delhi,to be precise, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gurgaon&lt;/span&gt;. I am filled with hell lot of excitement as I am moving to a new city(though I had been in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Noida&lt;/span&gt; for 4 years,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gurgaon&lt;/span&gt; is new to me) and about to join a new company. Since May I had been trying to get a job in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NCR&lt;/span&gt; and nothing materialized for 3 months until the months of August and September came with unlimited surprises which bowled me out completely. When God decides to shower his blessings on you, you are inundated with success, love, happiness and all the possible delightful adjectives. He makes your life abundant and makes you look forward to lots of other good things to happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In those crazy 3 months, no matter how hard I tried, I didn't get success in anything.. I worked really hard but no one in the office recognized. Everyday I fought with my loved ones for known and unknown reasons. In spite of my endeavors, I couldn't turn the interviews to possible confirmations. My health-huh!! It was getting worse..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then came the month of August and September. First it started with my getting a Performance Award( a certificate and a Gift Voucher...quite an achievement for me when everyone came to know that the tiny girl who sits on the first floor works really good..I was honoured). Then I was put in the team of Proposal Research-something that seniors do in our department..I was honored once again.. Then came the deluge of interviews.. Most of the times, my colleagues found me in some corner of my office giving interviews on phone and this time everyone seemed to be impressed by my background and Job Description, everyone wanted to take things forward.. I was amazed by the ingenuity, timings, aptness and artistic disposition of the Universe. My thoughts and faith provoked the series of incidents that were happening and it further strengthened my faith and belief on God. Out of the many offers I got, I decided to join the company about which my friends had given good reviews and feed backs. So, suddenly I had become like a GURU in my department. Everyone wanted "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gyaan&lt;/span&gt;" from me about how to attend interviews, how to give the Job description, how to answer various questions, important web links for preparation etc. It never made me feel proud or at the top of the world but I was simply happy and I tried my best to help others because I knew even I wanted help and guidance and in my case, God sent some very wonderful people to help me out. I thank them immensely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I might be wearing rose coloured glasses as of now but I would want them on forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As my professional life started getting organized so was getting my personal life because I am going to the place where the person I adore lives and can anything get better than that? Everyone is happy and so am I. I am only sad that my sister will be all alone over here, but then, she will soon get married and I know she is strong enough to overcome my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;absense&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been shopping from weeks and still I have quite a lot to do.. I have already informed all my friends out there in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NCR&lt;/span&gt; that I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;COMINGGG&lt;/span&gt;... I still need to bid goodbyes to some of my friends over here. I want to carry all the good and enticing experiences of Bangalore with me and leave behind the bad ones. My next post would probably be on my stay and experiences in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bengaluru&lt;/span&gt;. After I have gone to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gurgaon&lt;/span&gt;, for some months I would not blog, since I do not have a laptop and am using my sister's computer as of now; however, the next thing in my agenda is to buy a laptop and would soon do it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So guys, stay healthy, and when I say healthy it means both mentally and physically and have that unlimited and unfathomable faith on God or Universe or whatever suits you.. Take care.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I am really not sure if there is a copy right on this picture.In case, there is and I am not supposed to use it, whoever the owner is please let me know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7621498278459061407-7116251953955952316?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/7116251953955952316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/09/lifes-just-got-better-and-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/7116251953955952316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/7116251953955952316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/09/lifes-just-got-better-and-beautiful.html' title='Life&apos;s just got better and beautiful..'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TKCzA7c3_mI/AAAAAAAAAfA/K-pjA7hqBYc/s72-c/Happiness+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-1859703409681390028</id><published>2010-09-17T21:41:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-17T22:49:59.444+05:30</updated><title type='text'>OMG Formal Wears-I need your help...</title><content type='html'>Thanks Mehak for mentioning my blog in your post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, my last post was a little weird and disturbing but I really like fairy tale kinda life-all happiness,love and care.. Sigh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I need your help guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am moving to a new city and about to join a new company. There they follow very strict dress code as in formals all throughout the week except for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Fridays&lt;/span&gt;. In my current company,we do have the similar rule, but here, I can easily wear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Kurtis&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Churidars&lt;/span&gt; from Monday to Thursday and on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Fridays&lt;/span&gt; I go for casuals.The problem is that it really gets very cold in winters in Delhi(where I am moving to) and in Bangalore(where I am currently in), we can make it even without sweaters in winters. I cannot make a foolish effort of wearing jackets with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Kurtis&lt;/span&gt; there in Delhi, so I have to start wearing formal trousers and shirts so that I can wear smart overcoats along with them in winters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am really bad at wearing formal dresses. Please help me out. Any suggestion would do. I am as thin and as short as Carry Bradshaw of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SATC&lt;/span&gt;, so please guys tell me how to style it up and what kind of trousers will make me look fat. If you have good weblinks or pictures of smart and chic trousers and shirts, please send me. Thanks a lot in advance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first whiff of wintry air and I am all sneezing and coughing; I have already popped in a D-Cold Total, so by morning I should be fine.. Thank you guys for being there and for listening to my prattles.. God bless and love all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 358px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517927860146183122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TJOeJ1A-m9I/AAAAAAAAAew/6YRnM8Xnw2E/s320/Satc2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be something like this.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-1859703409681390028?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/1859703409681390028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/09/thanks-mehak-for-mentioning-my-blog-in.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/1859703409681390028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/1859703409681390028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/09/thanks-mehak-for-mentioning-my-blog-in.html' title='OMG Formal Wears-I need your help...'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TJOeJ1A-m9I/AAAAAAAAAew/6YRnM8Xnw2E/s72-c/Satc2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-3036501270744579631</id><published>2010-09-16T20:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-16T21:27:57.380+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Entropy is at its peek....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have never been able to become an ideal person be it an ideal daughter, an ideal sister,an ideal friend or an ideal girl friend. The reason I have not been able to sort out. People have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;idealised&lt;/span&gt; me for one thing- studies-and it hardly matters now. I really feel that I can't comprehend life any more. I need a teacher to direct me and tell me what is good and what is bad. I am a typical &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sagittarius&lt;/span&gt;, keep the education, ambition,travel and success part aside, I don't wanna talk about them now.. I wanna talk about being in the fairyland- that's one of the silliest trait of a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sagittarius&lt;/span&gt;. When we were tiny tots,we used to read those enticing fairy tales. They were so lovely and fascinating. They are so much different than the realities. Okay,I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to give an impression that I am having hardships or something..No, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;am happy&lt;/span&gt;..I got this new job of a Business analyst in a really reputed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MNC&lt;/span&gt;(will talk about it later), I have lots of interesting plans in my mind and a lot of exciting stuffs are happening, so I am happy that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is something else. Life comes with lots of difficult puzzles to solve. I always blamed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gowtham&lt;/span&gt; Buddha that he wanted to shred all the family responsibilities, so he went to achieve Nirvana. Now I realize that he wanted peace, inner happiness and he wanted to come out of this materialistic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt;, so he chose that path. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the similar way, either I want my life to be a real fairy tale with the happiest and fascinating ending where everything is just so good or I want eternal peace. These chaos of the outer world is so disturbing and irritating..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life is meant to be a worthwhile experience. I have neither been able to make it for mine or for others. I just want a fairy tale where everything is just perfect. I am short, I am thin, I am moody, I don't like cooking but I love eating, I am eccentric, I love dwelling on fairy tales, I am not TRADITIONAL, I love being free and there are a lot of such stuffs.. Do I or Don't I deserve a fairy tale kind of a life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am really not in a mood to recheck what I have written so please don't mind the grammatical or typographic errors. People who are not from science back ground must be thinking what's with the title.. Entropy is actually randomness in the molecular level..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-3036501270744579631?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/3036501270744579631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/09/entropy-is-at-its-peek.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/3036501270744579631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/3036501270744579631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/09/entropy-is-at-its-peek.html' title='Entropy is at its peek....'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-7398977129693302014</id><published>2010-09-15T15:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-15T16:01:04.332+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How does it feel when you have a lot of stuffs on your mind(stuffs like  leaving your current company, getting ready with the exit interview,planning to relocate to a different State and join a new company) and you couldn't have a good sleep the previous night and as an add on today the work pressure is sky high? Just tell me how does it feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been yawning from the past few hours and I am supposed to give a report in an hour. Just imagine my situation. I just wanna go home and sleep. This is more pathetic than being in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Thank God I can access blogger.com from here.. It really felt good to have an outburst..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go back to work..Bbbyyee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;qtlend&gt;&lt;/qtlend&gt;&lt;qtlbar id="qtlbar" dir="ltr" style="padding: 0pt; display: inline; text-align: left; line-height: 100%; background-color: rgb(236, 236, 236); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 3px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 3px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 3px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 3px; cursor: pointer; z-index: 999; left: 3px; top: 206px;"&gt;&lt;img class="qtl" title="Copy selction" src="http://www.qtl.co.il/img/copy.png" /&gt;&lt;a title="Search With Google" target="_blank" href="http://www.google.com/search?q=How%20does%20it%20feel%20when%20you%20have%20a%20lot%20of%20stuffs%20on%20your%20mind%28stuffs%20like%20leaving%20your%20current%20company,%20getting%20ready%20with%20the%20exit%20interview,planning%20to%20relocate%20to%20a%20different%20State%20and%20join%20a%20new%20company%29%20and%20you%20couldn%27t%20have%20a%20good%20sleep%20the%20previous%20night%20and%20as%20an%20add%20on%20today%20the%20work%20pressure%20is%20sky%20high?%20Just%20tell%20me%20how%20does%20it%20feel?%0D%0A%0D%0AI%20have%20been%20yawning%20from%20the%20past%20few%20hours%20and%20I%20am%20supposed%20to%20give%20a%20report%20in%20an%20hour.%20Just%20imagine%20my%20situation.%20I%20just%20wanna%20go%20home%20and%20sleep.%20This%20is%20more%20pathetic%20than%20being%20in%20school.%0D%0A%0D%0AAnyways,%20Thank%20God%20I%20can%20access%20blogger.com%20from%20here..%20It%20really%20felt%20good%20to%20have%20an%20outburst..%0D%0A%0D%0AI%20have%20to%20go%20back%20to%20work..Bbbyyee%0D%0A"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.google.com/favicon.ico" class="qtl" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.qtl.co.il/img/trans.png" title="Translate With Google" class="qtl" /&gt;&lt;iframe id="qtlframe" src="" style="border: 1px solid rgb(236, 236, 236); display: none; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/qtlbar&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-7398977129693302014?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/7398977129693302014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/09/random.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/7398977129693302014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/7398977129693302014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/09/random.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-7278015879213255570</id><published>2010-09-12T19:26:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-12T20:01:09.962+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An apology to God for being a jerk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TIzkB-BujBI/AAAAAAAAAeo/fmEiCsECfpc/s1600/sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516034366103260178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TIzkB-BujBI/AAAAAAAAAeo/fmEiCsECfpc/s320/sorry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have kept cribbing all throughout my life and whenever I get things that I have wanted &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; bad,I turn from a whining little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;agnostic&lt;/span&gt; to a happy little person who loves her life and believes on GOD. For some time, I had became a staunch non-believer and I can give the ultimate justification for it. From June 2009 to August 2010, I had a crazy time,everyone and everything seemed to get antagonistic to me and my desires. It was the time when I had to take a pretty huge number of decisions after taking which, I always felt that they were the wrong ones. I kept trying to line up things and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;achieve&lt;/span&gt; what I want but never anything manifested. Be it my career, my health, my relationships- everything thing was awry and not so fascinating. I don't know what the reason was. As people say 'my time wasn't good'. All the series of instances that took place made me become an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;agnostic&lt;/span&gt;. I thought when things were not meant to be the way I want and when I am not able to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;channelise&lt;/span&gt; my life, I shouldn't bother about anyone called God,I shouldn't believe in him or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; for that matter. This was my state of mind resulted from repeated failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is September 2010 and that obviously comes after August. What am I trying to suggest? All that I am trying to insinuate is that I was ignorant and impatient till now and today I believe in God once again. He is someone who was always there with me in my troubles, trying to make me learn the realities of life and trying to line up the things to give me the kind of happiness which I could never imagine. He is there with all his love and care. It is we who fall prey to the situations and start cursing him. He gives us those difficult times to later make us feel overjoyed upon getting what we want. I am sorry for being such a jerk and for not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; faith on the Super power.. I am really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So,does that mean I have got everything that I want? I will let you know soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-7278015879213255570?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/7278015879213255570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/09/apology-to-god-for-being-jerk.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/7278015879213255570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/7278015879213255570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/09/apology-to-god-for-being-jerk.html' title='An apology to God for being a jerk...'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TIzkB-BujBI/AAAAAAAAAeo/fmEiCsECfpc/s72-c/sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-6695264787032151960</id><published>2010-09-05T12:19:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-05T13:47:39.030+05:30</updated><title type='text'>That felt Good!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TINRuTrv4NI/AAAAAAAAAeg/eyUbW8rsysw/s1600/write2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 349px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513340224831217874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TINRuTrv4NI/AAAAAAAAAeg/eyUbW8rsysw/s320/write2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever encountered people who are so damn insecure that they spend their entire lives pleasing others and being meaninglessly sycophants? You definitely might have. I came across this person(I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; disclose whether the person is a male or a female,so I would address him/her as them) some times ago. The person is all about impressing others, getting others' attention and they get the greatest delight if any,any single person comes and tells them, "Oh pretty Lord!Your dress and you are both looking marvellous." This single compliment will make their day and they will come and boast about having received that compliment. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; they come across a mirror, they look at themselves to make sure they are looking good. As an add on would be this-they do not limit all these to themselves, they come and brag about how beautiful and in demand they are and that every single person of opposite sex wants to get married to them. I wouldn't try to denigrate or say ill-things about anyone but sometimes things get onto your nerves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me one thing, "How would your life become, if day in and day out, you come across such people?" The answer would categorically be "Difficult".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I mean one should definitely love oneself and have a healthy respect for oneself. I also agree that loving oneself also entails looking after ones health and making oneself look beautiful(that everybody does), but then, at the end of the day the feel good factor should not come because somebody told u that you are looking good, but because you know and feel good and beautiful from inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yes, the whole world wouldn't function the way I want and I also know that the universe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accommodates&lt;/span&gt; every breed of people. All I want is not to be very closely &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;acquainted&lt;/span&gt; with such people. I always wanted to tell them that being insecure and boastful(just to get rid of their inferiority complex) are bad things, but could never tell them thinking that they might get offended. I needed to vent this out as it was brewing within me for sometime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, by any chance if they happen to read this post, try contemplating on this in a positive manner rather than thinking that I am an obnoxious person. They are a sweet person in themselves and would become sweeter if they come across their inner beauty and not focus upon their outward appearance. We all have flaws and we try to hide them and spend most of our precious time in pondering upon how to make those defects go away or make them invisible. Life would be one heck of an experience if we focus upon the good things that we have. Now, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;focusing&lt;/span&gt; upon good things doesn't mean you keep bragging about it to get the feel good factor. It means saying yourself that you have it and need not feel insecure about the other stuffs. It brings happiness from within.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry if I have offended any soul but I had to vent out this bit of emotion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-6695264787032151960?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/6695264787032151960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/09/that-felt-good.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/6695264787032151960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/6695264787032151960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/09/that-felt-good.html' title='That felt Good!!!!'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TINRuTrv4NI/AAAAAAAAAeg/eyUbW8rsysw/s72-c/write2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-5579509595856233850</id><published>2010-09-02T14:29:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-02T15:16:12.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't blogged for quite sometime and that has turned out to be very injurious. I have started talking to myself, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;off course&lt;/span&gt; in my mind(otherwise people might think I am crazy). I think there will always be scarcity of time and energy to jot down my feelings, so from now on, the moment I feel about something, I am gonna write down in my blog. It makes me feel so relaxed to vent out every bit of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days weren't going very smoothly till date. I was shrouded by hell lot of tensions and worries. I wasn't happy in Bangalore and cribbed every single day to relocate to Delhi,get a really good job there and stay happy. I wasn't born in Delhi, then why the hell am I in love with the place. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Probably&lt;/span&gt;, the same reason why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Konkana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sen fell in love with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the movie "Wake up Sid". Everything about Delhi is so welcoming-the place, the people, the climate,which is so enigmatic and not monotonous like Bangalore, and practically everything. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NCR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was religiously looking out for opportunities in Delhi, but all of them ended with telephonic conversations. The question they always asked, "How will you come for a face to face interview?",&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inspite&lt;/span&gt; of my telling them again and again that I am ready to come down to Delhi for the same.&lt;br /&gt;These all have made me so damn exhausted that I needed my blog once again to vent out all the suppressed emotions and worries. I am tired of looking out for jobs and tired of convincing my prospective employers that they need not pay for my relocation and I will do everything myself, just take my interview,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt; that is&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing that happened in the last month was that I received Performance Award from my present company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is my present story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My failures have made me believe in God once again. I really want someone to be with me and protect me and that is only God,my dear God. God I am really sorry if I have offended you till now. I was worried, you see...I was tired of trying to modify the course of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to you God once again.Please help me give my life a better shape. Please take me out of this dreadful situation.. Please.. I seek your help..&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/7621498278459061407-5579509595856233850?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/5579509595856233850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-havent-blogged-for-quite-sometime-and.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/5579509595856233850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/5579509595856233850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-havent-blogged-for-quite-sometime-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-8278071334777719541</id><published>2010-07-25T15:05:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-25T20:49:12.391+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Dream Job!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TExVjWSEDZI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/FI6rzTZxPDo/s1600/business+woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497863310877658514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TExVjWSEDZI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/FI6rzTZxPDo/s320/business+woman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This article is for the contest conducted by blogadda.com.. For more details,click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.blogadda.com/2010/07/21/my-dream-job-contest-indian-bloggers-community?utm_source=BlogAdda+Newsletter+Subscribers&amp;amp;utm_campaign=87af1fc6f6-Newsletter_11_07_23_2010&amp;amp;utm_medium=email"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. It seems like the Blogadda guys know what I am thinking of these days...Eerie!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"I am going to give my resignation letter today itself and no one can stop me from doing this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Very well,keep giving me work and I will work like a donkey because I am going to leave this job very soon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"How can these people run a company like this where there are no ethics and on top of that, they don't realize my caliber and potential. Let them not realize; when I start my own company,they will see it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"I am damn going to leave this job."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You must be wondering what is all these I am talking about..The article is supposed to be about my dream job..Don't worry,I will get to it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So,these are the things I keep telling myself every single day and that very well shows how unsatisfied I am from my current job.Every day I come from office and motivate myself that something good is definitely about to happen because I know I deserve it and so will a Billion dollar company realize very soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My dream job.. Sigh!! Sigh!!! I feel passionate about my career and dream job in a way one would feel towards ones life partner.. When we talk about how an ideal life partner should be,we definitely have a set of attributes that we want our life partners to have but for which, things wouldn't work smoothly between us. Now the very same thing applies to career. I am a BTech (Biotech) with a CGPA of 8.3,with a really strong academic background and I am a hard core Bio lover( I love giving myself airs; doesn't everybody do that?), and having the above mentioned abilities, I would never want to end up in the IT industry(in hearts of hearts, I am actually happy that I didn't get my DOJ from Keane India-that is all together a different story)or any other that wouldn't be in sync with my knowledge and abilities. Wet lab works never enticed me very much. I have always loved to surf the Internet,find out inscrutable details about stuffs like Oncology,Obesity,Gastro-enterology,Insomnia,Allergic Rhinitis etc. I have always known about diseases and medications and when I was doing my graduation, I even developed a knack of understanding their pathology and treatment. Being a Biotech graduate, I got into understanding stuffs from a deeper level as in understanding Cancerology from different vantage points be it the immunological aspects or the molecular biology aspects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Huh!! That very much looks like my cover letter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So,having described every thing about my abilities,I come to describing my dream job. My dream job should entail lots and lots of critical thinking-an approach that's unique of me and the kind of work that no one else can do better than me given my skills and background. I can get real workaholic when I am doing something that I love doing. The rest of the description will be in present tense, so that I can release it to the universe to let it materialize soon.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"A chic work place in a topnotch life science consultancy... I am sitting in my cabin with my laptop..I am currently working on a project that would provide Intelligence Support to a conglomerate of scientists working on "Drug X". They are in a process of developing a tranquilizer/sedative from plant extracts that do not carry the side-effects of Drug X, especially the depression causing side effect. For those who are not aware of this drug-Drug X is the composition found in many drugs like M,N,O etc. It is used to relieve panic disorders, stress disorders and anxiety but it has side effects like depression,fatigue,low libido etc. I have collected all the data pertaining to the drug,all the other attempts made till date in improvising the drug,the different patents filed so far and the various clinical researches being carried out right now in producing a drug with the same effect like Drug X but that do not have the side effects and most importantly is made from a plant derivative. This is a very crucial analysis that I am doing and the report that I and my team mates are going to make would help the scientists take the right decision with respect to the drug.I am really excited because I have not left any stone unturned in analysing the scenario and I am up to producing a terrific report.The most important thing is I am the one who is going to give presentation to the client.I also know that my work would receive outstanding ovation from the MD.Everyone is so supportive and nice over here.We all work hard and work together to give the best competitive analysis to our foreign clients. Everyday I get to both learn and teach new stuffs.. People appreciate me a lot because I have this innate ability of getting to the root of everything.. Both the quality of my work and my pay is fascinating. My pay-Oh My God!! Don't ask me..It's alluring and motivating. One thing that I can say "I do not look into the price tag any more ;) ;)'' I love my job and since I am totally satisfied by my professional life, my personal life is going awesome.My relationship with my parents,my sister,my guy,my friends-everything is going on so well. At the end of the day,I would say I am so damn happy."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gosh!!I am getting those goose flesh. My happiness will know no bounds if the aforementioned comes true. That is about my dream job..So,what do you think about it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Get fabulous custom designed shirts,mugs etc from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pringoo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pringoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #cccccc 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: #cccccc 1px solid; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff; MARGIN: 10px; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; WIDTH: 328px; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: 12px; BORDER-TOP: #cccccc 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #cccccc 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pringoo.com/custom-designs/did-26676/ppid-427" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="A dashing one" border="0" alt="A dashing one" src="http://www.pringoo.com/photo?f=http://www.pringoo.com/image/user/eacc5c701d064e95624668c43fb242b7/designs/26676/14_f_3b9302fd84f158fb1c1380c1871b4114.png&amp;amp;fx=128.86&amp;amp;fy=71.26&amp;amp;fw=93.04&amp;amp;fh=92.44&amp;amp;b=http://pringoo.com/image/prodtemplate/187.png&amp;amp;bx=0&amp;amp;by=0&amp;amp;bw=328&amp;amp;bh=286&amp;amp;bc=&amp;amp;trim=1" width="328" height="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sweat Shirt fab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dashing one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-8278071334777719541?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/8278071334777719541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-dream-job.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/8278071334777719541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/8278071334777719541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-dream-job.html' title='My Dream Job!!'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TExVjWSEDZI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/FI6rzTZxPDo/s72-c/business+woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-4907776151085944754</id><published>2010-07-24T13:56:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-24T19:46:22.966+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Which one do you want as in which one of these would you agree with??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TErgKNLnWoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/9MeK9ejsky0/s1600/agree2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497452761100802690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TErgKNLnWoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/9MeK9ejsky0/s320/agree2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A few things I unearthed lately:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) North Eastern girls throng the spas,parlors and showrooms; the reason being their impeccable hospitality,genial and warm demeanor and their pleasing looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2)Dilwalon ki Delhi is one heck of a mesmerizing place in India. It draws you towards itself and I say so after living in Jamshedpur, Kolkata, Orissa, Bangalore, Vishakhapatnam and Bhopal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3)Human Resource managers should not forget that, when they are acting as middle men between employees and employers, they need to cater to both. They kind of forget about the employees,so this is a gentle reminder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;4)Everyone is insecure out there and looking for their soul mates who could remove that "in" from their insecurity.(Exceptions are always there)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;5)Humor's existence has become a feeble entity these days. C'mon people kindle that spark of humor, it's the charm, you know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;6) Stuffs that happen spontaneously are way better than the ones that happen after brooding from morn to night and that applies to writing as well; the more spontaneous the more enticing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;7)The radio starts playing the song that I have been thinking of the whole day and the movie that I have been talking about in the day comes up in the television at night. Weird!!! Why doesn't it happen with all the other stuffs that I want more than the song and the movie..I am still wondering..I will tell you after I have unearthed this phenomenon. Hell no!!I am not a philosopher or psychoanalyst. I am just an inquisitive soul. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;8)It feels really good from within when we write in our blogs-pouring out every bit of emotion and contemplation..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9)Every body does a bit of soul searching at some point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10)60% of the working population wants to quit their jobs and 30% of them wants to give outrageous resignation letters. Are you asking which category I belong to? That I am not telling. I'd leave up to you to speculate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11)Turning from a non-vegetarian to vegetarian isn't a big deal until you realize the options in veg-diet are very few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12)Eccentricity is in. The weirdest movie gets an Oscar, the most freakish piece of art values billion dollars, the most inscrutable novel gets an outstanding ovation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;13)Have you ever noticed how people disappear from the social networking sites when they do not have jobs? And no sooner they have jobs than they first update their company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;14)English movies are lot better than the corny Hindi ones that presumably lack humor and an intelligent story line.(I have room for exceptions ,for movies like Bhool-bhulaiya)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;15)Saturdays make me feel so relaxed and happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;16)Watching the movie &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Secret"&lt;/span&gt; sparks the hope-the anticipation-the love and the happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, right after posting this article, I am going to watch the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;17)This song is really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HISP0Wp7Oyk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HISP0Wp7Oyk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;How many of the things do you agree with? C'mon,I really want to know... :) :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;P.S- This is not a primary research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-4907776151085944754?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/4907776151085944754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/07/which-one-do-you-want-as-in-which-one.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/4907776151085944754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/4907776151085944754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/07/which-one-do-you-want-as-in-which-one.html' title='Which one do you want as in which one of these would you agree with??'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TErgKNLnWoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/9MeK9ejsky0/s72-c/agree2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-4332026350838276079</id><published>2010-07-16T22:35:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:55:32.465+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My new Blog- Hope you like it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;I have started a new blog "India Inc. Exclusive" to write my experiences and my learning from the corporate world. This blog would also contain articles(posts) of market research,pharmaceutical research, essential corporate news, life sciences career insights etc.&lt;br /&gt;You guys have been my lovely followers and readers who inspire me to write better everyday. The other day when I came up with an article that was an epitome of negativity, I was really worried thinking what would my readers think. I believe in spreading happiness and I also believe the more we think of positive stuffs,the more it materializes and I will make sure to stand by this principle. You guys have inspired me a lot and I believe you would also appreciate my work in my new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This is my first article in my new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://marketportfolios.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-search-of-corporate-ethics.html"&gt;http://marketportfolios.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-search-of-corporate-ethics.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do honour me by visiting my blog and I need you honest comments too...  :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-4332026350838276079?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/4332026350838276079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-new-blog-hope-you-like-it.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/4332026350838276079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/4332026350838276079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-new-blog-hope-you-like-it.html' title='My new Blog- Hope you like it..'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-8979716630109700790</id><published>2010-07-14T18:46:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-15T15:46:00.645+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A new doubt,a new feat of contemplation,a new approach,a new assessment,a new plan of action, a new desire,a new difficulty etc. inundates me everyday, but anything and everything revolves around a crucial fact and that is "Life is a worthwhile experience and it should be filled with love and happiness-love that is so flawless and genuine and happiness that is contagious. We must strive hard to achieve this simple thing in our lives and the ramifications would be awesome and rewarding too, making everything else fall into place.. Cheers to life... :)   :)&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/7621498278459061407-8979716630109700790?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/8979716630109700790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-doubta-new-feat-of-contemplationa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/8979716630109700790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/8979716630109700790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-doubta-new-feat-of-contemplationa.html' title=''/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-6375943099575112819</id><published>2010-07-11T21:53:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-11T23:32:30.835+05:30</updated><title type='text'>?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TDn4d9BmFtI/AAAAAAAAAcs/El3-7BIDLvA/s1600/fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Don't ask me what motivated me to write this and as far as my trip to home is concerned,it went really well and I would try my best to describe all about it in the up-coming posts but for now I am really not very much ready to assimilate those thoughts in the midst of what I am going through right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a captive.My soul is imprisoned by a power that is so shrewd and subtle. I am in a prison where none of the inmates know me and I wonder,being a foolish prisoner,do I actually know myself.. My existence within these claustrophobic strangulating walls is a big question mark. Am I getting lost????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,please for heaven sake, no...There is still a spark-a hope-a desire deep inside my heart that is instigating me to be free-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; knows there is better world outside,beyond these walls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Release me,release my soul out of this dreadful place...Neither can I pretend any more nor do I want to find a new definition in this realm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;break free&lt;/span&gt; and find a worthy definition in a new sphere-in a novel dimension of life..Release me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me enter a world-a dimension where I can know myself and others in an immaculately new way-where I can understand life in a true,honest and delightful way...Give me those rose-coloured glasses and let me see things in a way I have never seen before...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-6375943099575112819?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/6375943099575112819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/6375943099575112819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/6375943099575112819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='?????'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-1157556374461087390</id><published>2010-06-17T20:55:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:12:38.955+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bbbyeeeeee..See you later!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My dear lovely readers and friends, I won't be blogging for sometime as I am going homeeeeeeeeee......Home Sweet home...Now it's almost been a year that I had been to my home,so I am really excited and happy...So I will catch you up in July when I come back with lots of gossips, photos and news.. Bbyyyeeeeeeee...Take care.. Eat healthy,think healthy and never stop smiling(now c'mmon not that much otherwise people might think there is something wrong up there ;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-1157556374461087390?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/1157556374461087390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/06/bbbyeeeeeesee-you-later.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/1157556374461087390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/1157556374461087390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/06/bbbyeeeeeesee-you-later.html' title='Bbbyeeeeee..See you later!!'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-1568567848859781728</id><published>2010-06-15T20:37:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-16T13:43:11.405+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Joie de vivre of city life!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have a passion for music and giving myself a little bit of air, I'd say that I manage to sing pretty well,so the first thing that I did after coming back from work was to listen to this lovely song called Empire State of mind-Alicia Keys(the original one). That was followed by my bits of singing that kind of turned out to be deafening for my sister, as I was singing from my heart and was really loud. I was so mesmerized and moved by the lyrics and the music that I even sang it to my Mom after calling her up. Kindly do me an honor of listening to this song before reading further.. I have taken the video which has lyrics, so crazy ones and gifted ones can sing it loud and have a groovy karaoke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on the Play button...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h0GdDLcqM1E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h0GdDLcqM1E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I think there is some problem with the video,so click on the play button.Please let me know if you have been able to listen to the song..Would you do that for me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York of USA and Mumbai of India are so damn synonymous and for that matter all the cosmopolitan cities in India are becoming so. Big cities give us even bigger dreams. There is a hustle-bustle all the time. The glitters and glamors are all so unavoidable. Today if my salary allows me to buy 10 dresses a month,tomorrow I would want a salary that can support 50. If today I can buy a Maruti Suzuki SX4,tomorrow I would like to have a Volkswagen's Beetle. Dreams can neither be barred not constrained and the Big city gives us these never ending dreams. Cynics and rustic-endorsing philosophers might say this is extravagance and the hollowness of moribund city life. I believe as long as you and the people around you are happy,it doesn't matter whether you run after a car or a bullock cart,become a millionaire or become a devotee. Hence there is no wrong in indulging in the joie de vivre and extravagant feats if your pocket allows you too. I know the altruistic and NGO breed of people are eagerly waiting for this post to get over so that they can shower their sermons on me through comments. This is for them-extravagance and charity can go hand in hand;we need to have a mind set for it. Huge cash flows can accommodate both opulence and benevolence so don't be against wealth,which is actually a mind set, as it brings prosperity to all. People who have seen the movie "The Secret" can comprehend the real meaning of what I am trying to put forward. As for me,I believe in walking on the middle path&lt;a href="http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/10/thrill-of-middle-path.html"&gt;(Refer post 1)&lt;/a&gt;. Keep enjoying life,keep learning new things and keep loving all..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 383px; display: block; height: 246px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483044150025972866" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TBevmqIU7II/AAAAAAAAAcc/ULo3SvbTQBw/s320/city.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-1568567848859781728?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/1568567848859781728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/06/joie-de-vivre-of-city-life.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/1568567848859781728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/1568567848859781728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/06/joie-de-vivre-of-city-life.html' title='Joie de vivre of city life!!'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TBevmqIU7II/AAAAAAAAAcc/ULo3SvbTQBw/s72-c/city.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-7637465597043552624</id><published>2010-06-13T17:00:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-13T23:44:08.849+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reliving those blissful moments!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TBTpmo3AsgI/AAAAAAAAAcI/TnRo5BnkUIs/s1600/untitled.jpeg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482263496429187586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TBTpmo3AsgI/AAAAAAAAAcI/TnRo5BnkUIs/s320/untitled.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This article is for the contest conducted by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Blogadda&lt;/span&gt;.com. Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.blogadda.com/2010/06/09/first-crush-stories-blogs?utm_source=BlogAdda+Newsletter+Subscribers&amp;amp;utm_campaign=c670ed404c-Newsletter_2_07_5_2010&amp;amp;utm_medium=email"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to get complete information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would like to write about one special crush of my life and when I say a special crush,it definitely has implications. You will come to know about it later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So where do I begin?? Those were my engineering days in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Noida&lt;/span&gt;. I was in the first semester and barely knew all my classmates. There was this person whose name we all knew and his presence was the most inevitable thing, as no sooner the lecturer raised a question than he was up with the answer. There was something different about this tall,serious guy, never ready to bunk a class. I started rambling about him in front of my friends from the very starting days, telling them how different he was, how he seemed to know all the answers, how serious he was about studies and the list went on but I never kind of appreciated him before them; although slowly and steadily I began to talk more about him. By the end of first semester my curiosity turned into something more of a feeling. And now the story begins..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I didn't talk to him much. I'd rather say I didn't get an opportunity to talk to him; although, I somehow managed to get his number. While I was involved in these stuffs, I never admitted having a crush on him or being in love with him.. I just went on with the flow. I could never stop thinking of him and kept babbling about him in front of my friends. I just wanted to talk more and more about him and think more and more of him. It was a feeling very different and unique. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After getting his number, I decided to play pranks with him and it was possible as he didn't have my number. So, I started messaging him with a false identity of his lab partner,which again he very soon realized after a couple of messages. The thing is that he came to know that it was I, who was messaging him and he kind of got irritated of the pranks I was playing under an unrevealed identity. It took me quite a few days to pacify and placate him( through messages as we never spoke to each other in the class). I started sending him forwarded messages and so did he. But as soon as I was in front of him, everything was gone. I felt so apprehensive and abashed in front of him. It really brings smile to my face when I think of how we exchanged messages and never talked even when we were right in front of each other. Slowly my friends came to know about my feelings which had turned from curiosity to a crush to a sort of liking. Everything about him was so appealing. No matter where I was-in class, in the cafe,in my room-I was always preoccupied by his thoughts. My heart nearly seemed to pounce off my body when one fine day he came and sat beside me to read from the book I was holding. He was the intelligent one so he started explaining the stuffs to me. I wondered why I couldn't hear anything or understand anything. It was just his voice and presence that made me feel so euphoric. Huh!!! Now that I am writing about it, I can feel all that all over again. It was the happiness that I had never known before and everything that is so downright filmy started happening to me like "&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheezein&lt;/span&gt; main &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rakhke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bhul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jaati&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" ,"&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ab &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;akele&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mein&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;muskurati&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dhyan&lt;/span&gt; ab &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;apnaa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rakhti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." etc. I couldn't help staring at him and when he in turn looked at me, I pretended to be complacent and oblivious. Whenever I felt he was around, everything about me changed-my way of talking, my expressions etc. The exams were approaching and he was kind of in the league of the elite and intellectual section of the class, so the pressure was on. Neither the class assessments nor the exams could prevent me from sailing in that lovely boat of happiness and excitement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I happened to commit a grave mistake of letting him know about my feelings during the preparation holidays. I know my timings are always bad. It was after about 6 months of chatting over phone. He, being a really mature and understanding guy supported my feelings but could not help himself from telling me that his feelings were restricted to being just friends. I was kind of devastated as it was the first time I expressed my likings towards someone. As I said we never talked while bumping into each other and I started feeling even more awkward than before; although, he always tried to be as normal as possible. Exams were over and I was back to my hometown but always seemed to be preoccupied by his thoughts. The feelings were so sharp and irrevocable that I decided to discontinue our conversations forever to get him out of my mind. I was really immature and all the actions I took were impulsive. After coming from home,all my communications were cut off and I kind of drew myself back. Once in a blue moon we exchanged a couple of messages and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dat's&lt;/span&gt; it. In one of those messages he admitted that he never messaged any other girl but there was something about me that made him send messages to me over and over again. I didn't miss a chance to gaze at him and so didn't he.Things continued this way for a year when one fine day he admitted his feelings for me. A very crucial stage of my life. 4 years later when I sit in retrospect of the the feelings that we had for each other,it seems that it was more of a crush- a sweet, lovely crush for each other. Things change because change is the law of nature and so do feelings. The immature crush, the charm and the fascination had been taken over by unfathomable love when we got miles apart.It was the love that he taught me-love that is free from selfishness,demands and expectations. He has helped me become a better person and has instigated me to do good and be good.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know the article is supposed to be about the first crush but this is the crush turned into love that has both changed my life and my understanding of life so I planned to write about it. 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It was one heck of an evening not because I emptied my pockets on STUFFS but because I had food that was an embodiment of eternal bliss. For a North Indian getting a typical Marwari food in South India is a matter of great elation and exuberance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the New Restaurant that has opened a month back in the Raheja Arcade, Koramangala in Bangalore. So the deal is you pay them 100 bucks and unlimited food would titillate your taste buds till you say “Bas aur nahi kha sakta”-suite yourself with the Gender. Everything about the restaurant was welcoming-the tagline which says “Tired of waiting Outside-Come Home”, the Interior Décor, the cordial hospitality, the amiable manager and last but not the least the ultimate delicious food. The Thali consisted of (I would write in Hindi to do justice with the lusciousness of the Dishes)&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Salad,Rajma, Dal, Ghobhi ki Sabji, Paneer ki sabji, Roti, Chawal, Dahi, Jaljeera, Halwa, Papad&lt;/span&gt; and everything was unlimited. Ummm, I can hear you people saying “Yummy”-c'mon nothing’s wrong in admitting. The food was the most delicious, mouthwatering and sumptuous one I haven’t had for ages. The spices were added to an appropriate proportion that both took care of the palate as well as the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you live in Bangalore and crave for yummy North Indian food, do visit this restaurant. It goes by the name “OM”.You are welcome------------I know you would thank me after wards..   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-1793263665972944458?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/1793263665972944458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/06/north-indian-yummy-food-in-bangalore.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/1793263665972944458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/1793263665972944458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/06/north-indian-yummy-food-in-bangalore.html' title='North Indian Yummy Food in Bangalore!!!'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TAzbn_Mqd8I/AAAAAAAAAcA/sJi4zFGw2M0/s72-c/thali2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-7249361310817725927</id><published>2010-06-05T11:30:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-05T14:26:53.842+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Environment Day and Dennis Gabor's Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TAn9aP4MrKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/VmbvjY0A6VM/s1600/2572366770_d28ae73204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 337px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479189049053588642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TAn9aP4MrKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/VmbvjY0A6VM/s320/2572366770_d28ae73204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Go Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TAn9Gx32iNI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Hwz6Trr29hk/s1600/gabor_dennis_b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479188714581559506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TAn9Gx32iNI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Hwz6Trr29hk/s320/gabor_dennis_b3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Go 3-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th June signifies two paramount aspects.&lt;br /&gt;One aspect is the World's &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Environment Day&lt;/span&gt;.The second aspect is that the late Nobel laureate &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dennis Gabor&lt;/span&gt; happens to share his DOB with the world's Environment day.&lt;br /&gt;As you open Google's home page,the green cathode tube prominently stands out reminding us of Dennis Gabor's 110th Birthday. He was the great Electrical Engineer who was awarded Nobel prize for his works on Holography. Holography today is widely used for security, data storage, amusement etc. I would not get into the nitty-gritty of it but for an elementary understanding Holography is about capturing the light scattered from an object and then using the captured elements to produce effects as in 3-D imaging. And Google enthusiastically reminds us of that. Does it strike any chord? The world wouldn't encounter an apocalypse if people weren't made aware of his majesty's birthday( I call him "His majesty" because I do not want to offend the outstanding work done by him and in the end I would also mention how holograms can help in energy conservation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is-What about making people aware of the Environment Day-Isn't that important?I know it is everywhere-in the radio,in the television,in the Internet but justice will be done when &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt; puts an image of the same. I also do acknowledge that in Google's official Blog,they have written stuffs about Environment Day and that &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Google is the co-sponsor of one such big projects that would help in Rain forest Conservation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;.(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.google.org/2009/06/happy-world-environment-day.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;http://blog.google.org/2009/06/happy-world-environment-day.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but when both the aspects are of cardinal importance, they could have uploaded an image signifying both Dr Gabor's birthday as well as the Environment Day. I am particular about this matter because everyone,no sooner they open their browsers than they open Google's home page. So,this is a humble request to Google; kindly do a bit of photoshop and upload an image meeting the obligation to the two facets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, coming to holograms and energy saving. In one of the recent researches, scientists are trying to use holograms in producing solar energy. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.technologyreview.in/energy/16736/)."&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;http://www.technologyreview.in/energy/16736/). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is satisfying. May be an image related to this can be uploaded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am kind of planning to participate in Blogadda Contest. lets see if I can come up with a nice article on Energy Conservation and Recycling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-7249361310817725927?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/7249361310817725927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/06/environment-day-and-dennis-gabors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/7249361310817725927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/7249361310817725927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/06/environment-day-and-dennis-gabors.html' title='Environment Day and Dennis Gabor&apos;s Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TAn9aP4MrKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/VmbvjY0A6VM/s72-c/2572366770_d28ae73204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-8311394129673358501</id><published>2010-05-28T22:02:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-30T17:27:52.362+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Career in Biotech,Pharma and Life Sciences Domain-there is still hope!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TAD1ZpvU6pI/AAAAAAAAAaU/X4S4dEosqr4/s1600/gene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476646967932414610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TAD1ZpvU6pI/AAAAAAAAAaU/X4S4dEosqr4/s320/gene.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Disclaimer for Biotech Graduates:-I wouldn't say all your search will come to a full stop after you have gone through this post, but I would definitely say that you will get some serious insights and get a direction. Also,let me warn you;you might be a little offended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Firstly,I would ask this question that I keep asking myself. What made you choose Biotech as a career. Aaha!!You wanted to cure away all the Cancers out there or, let me think ,you wanted to bring a revolution in the field of Stem Cell research orrrr ,perhaps,you didn't know what you wanna do next and thought "Biotech seems to be a blooming field, lets try it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So the journey begins.&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Cell Biology,Molecular biology,Advanced molecular biology,Biochemistry&lt;/span&gt;(Aaah!!How I wish I could read it out loud so that you can hear the change in intonation when I move from Molecular biology to Advanced Molecular Biology). Immensely Thrilling!!! Sitting in the class-room day dreaming about opportunities and excitement associated with the field. Hmm,days pass and as you get closer to the consummation of "Biotech saga",as in,you come closer to your last year,all you come to know is all those whims and fancies you had was a bubble...Boooom!!!A reality check....People start saying "This isn't like doing graduation in IT or CS;this is a bigger thing-it requires more knowledge,more diligence and greater qualifications (as though 3-4 years spent were spent in vain)."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyways,now what? You lose your confidence,start making plans about doing MBA or going abroad or try to go for some computer course so as to get a job in an IT company. Hold on,just pause a little and think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1)Are you going to give up so easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2)Cyber space is really vast; have you navigated all the information available in the Internet that clearly says you are not under educated to get a job or do something valuable with your degree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3)Have you really gone through all the job portals and searched for the various opportunities that could be embraced given your back ground?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;4)Do you think you have solid knowledge of your subject or at least believe that when circumstances demand ,you would make an effort to build up that knowledge ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;If the answer to the first 3 question is "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;NO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and the answer to the last one is "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;YES"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,then, What?Keep reading.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The market has rejuvenated&lt;/span&gt;, so lots of hopes and aspirations can be given a shape.It doesn't matter whether you are a biotech graduate, pharmacy graduate or any other life sciences graduate; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;there is hope for everyone&lt;/span&gt;. Nobody said that you ought to work in wet labs after completing the above degrees. There is a deluge of opportunities-all you gotta do is make use of your &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Internet search skills&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Every work is respectable-get it well studded in your brains.&lt;/span&gt; Things that appear very low or meagre can bring great fruits in the future. Say for example sales and marketing-if you get into pharma,enzyme,or biotech sales,your education is justified. Initially you might fetch vey little (Umm very little when compared to those IT guys sitting in their offices manipulating the "Codes" day in and day out.No offense,I know it is the story of only the service based IT companies and Product based companies get to do lot of new stuffs, so IT guys ,don't get personal). Just keep in your mind to get into something that is in sync with years of hardship and toil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now I am gonna list out an array of such opportunities.So here it goes:-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1)Sales-&lt;/span&gt; Getting into sales is not just a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"bechne wala job"&lt;/span&gt; as many low-witted people might say.It's a skill,accept it or not. It is like getting a fresh edification everyday. You may go for B to B sales(&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Business to business&lt;/span&gt;-Eg-An enzyme manufacturer selling enzymes to a distillery) or a B to C sales(&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Business to customer&lt;/span&gt;-Eg- A biotech company selling their health products to people).Either ways demands the act of &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;persuasion and negotiation&lt;/span&gt;,which are the two very crucial keys in the business world. Now coming to the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Medical Representative Profile&lt;/span&gt;-"Who the hell wanna become an MR?"this is the first thing that you might have said sometimes before and let it be the last time you are saying so, because it is one heck of a job.Today you might start as an MR; tomorrow if you show great, impressive skills,you might become the area manager.&lt;br /&gt;See, the bottom line is understanding a business.Whatever you do,do it with an eye for detail and great dedication;only then you can scale the ladder easily. Start it from scratch if the circumstances demand and get to the root of the business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2)Marketing-&lt;/span&gt; Marketing is all about devising strategy to meet the sales target. It's the honeymoon part of the sales. It is quite a broader term that entails &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;presales,market research,Business Communication,Brand Promotion&lt;/span&gt; and many other &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;TIONS&lt;/span&gt;. Here the fact of the matter is being a graduate no one will allow you to devise any strategy or something as you are a novice. So you can start with things like &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Internet marketing,writing newsletters and flyers,branding through social networking&lt;/span&gt; and stuffs similar to the aforementioned. Later on,after you have gained sufficient experience, go for an executive MBA and then get into core marketing. So the bottom line is whatever you are doing-Sales or Marketing-do it in the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Healthcare,Biotech or Pharma Domain&lt;/span&gt;. I hope you are able to catch up with my mind set.My point through out has been giving justification and meaning to the 3-4 years of sweat and hard work that you have put into getting the graduation degree. You might find many such jobs in the job portals like &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;naukri.com&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;monster.com&lt;/span&gt;. All you gotta do is search with key words like &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Business development Executive" , "Sales Executive", "Medical Representative" ,"Product Executive"&lt;/span&gt; etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3)Internet based Research&lt;/span&gt;-Lots of KPOs(&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Knowledge Process Outsourcing&lt;/span&gt;) have come to rescue us and these KPOs carry out Internet based research in Pharma and Medical Domain. Let me explain you with a basic example- Say there is a KPO "XYZ".This "XYZ" provides scientists with the information that they want. Say a scientist doing a research on Obesity;he might not have much time to google out all the research papers submitted so far on Obesity and fields related to it. So,he outsources his work to the KPO "XYZ" ,wherein a researh analyst goes through all the data and publications and prepares reports for Mr Scientist.Voila!!! Now,that requires some serious knowledge. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Only a person who can link Obesity to diabetes, to Cardiovascular diseases, to virus Infection etc. can provide a full proof analysis.&lt;/span&gt; Similarly there are other KPOs that delve into data mining and market research aspects of Pharma Companies. I will write an entire article on it some other day. This is just to give you a picture of the wide array of opportunities lurking out there. Slowly ,&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I will unfold the entire Panorama of Biotech and Pharma Opportunities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So if you are a Biotech,Pharma or any other bio graduate-making plans to take an absurd decision(tired of not getting jobs in the wet labs), don't worry. Lots and lots of opportunities are waiting for you.Now that you have a direction,kindly make an effort to tread the path.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In the next couple of articles,I will give you a list of KPOs operational in India that cater to Bio-related stuffs. Also,I would write an article describing the different job profiles that fall under the broader niche of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Research analysis". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Please revert with questions and clarifications.I will be more than glad to help you.&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/7621498278459061407-8311394129673358501?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/8311394129673358501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/05/career-in-biotechpharma-and-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/8311394129673358501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/8311394129673358501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/05/career-in-biotechpharma-and-life.html' title='Career in Biotech,Pharma and Life Sciences Domain-there is still hope!!!'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TAD1ZpvU6pI/AAAAAAAAAaU/X4S4dEosqr4/s72-c/gene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-9132992640166324593</id><published>2010-05-23T12:06:00.020+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-23T15:15:51.477+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Take aways from a Freaky Friday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S_j0qxBd0BI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/v8LDpu9kTj0/s1600/faltu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 627px; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474394362620006418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S_j0qxBd0BI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/v8LDpu9kTj0/s320/faltu.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The day started on a very humdrum note.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I went to office and everything was going as typical as possible. The Internet connection at the office had really gone insane, so work was a little haphazard and people were getting real frenzied-moving here and there. I was in the middle of my work &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S_jyWAu_NrI/AAAAAAAAAZc/A6_0P0KuiFE/s1600/internet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 223px; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474391807036962482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S_jyWAu_NrI/AAAAAAAAAZc/A6_0P0KuiFE/s320/internet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and out of nowhere, I started feeling a strange discomfort. My hands were getting weaker and I was unable to work. I tried to bring myself together and explained myself that everything was fine. Anyways, it was lunch time and I went to my friend's desk to have lunch. After lunch,my friend started narrating something.I realized that I was unable to hear what she was saying and the discomfort seemed like increasing. I felt a sort of numbness in the left side; I realized something was wrong and immediately my friend took me to a near by hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wait, before proceeding further I have to stop and tell you about the hospital.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was the craziest and freakiest hospital I have ever been to.The doctor seemed to know nothing.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S_jylt8UDkI/AAAAAAAAAZk/7dn0UrDmAyE/s1600/doctor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474392076870487618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S_jylt8UDkI/AAAAAAAAAZk/7dn0UrDmAyE/s320/doctor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was determined to draw money out of us. You will be shocked to hear what he said when my friend asked why I was feeling so. He replied" There is no answer to Why; you gotta admit her because if anything happens, we won't be responsible." I wasn't well otherwise I would have castigated him to such an extent that he would have shuddered with fear his entire damned life to misbehave with other patients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I was admitted and put on drip; meanwhile,my sister was called and both my sister and my dear friend catered to me. The nurses took me as a subject (as in &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Munna Bhai MBBS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-now I feel like laughing thinking about it), trying out all the veins to put the drip into. Several tests were carried out and nothing was way abnormal, at least not to make me feel uncomfortable. I came back home and was feeling a little tired because of the pains inflicted by the Hospital and by the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;excessive melodrama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the day. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One heck of a freaky Friday I had endured.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I am thankful that my sister and my friend were at my disposal and they really catered to me; as an add on- my dearest boyfriend called me up and we talked for hours. On serious brooding,I realized that I was taking way lot of tensions because of work and other unnecessary stuffs. I think I need a break and I need to relax. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I make a resolution to&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;eat healthy,think healthy,exercise and meditate&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;I am planning to take leave for some days and totally relax. I wanna go to a far away land-in the midst of nature-beside the flowing river-away from tensions,worries,complications and the stupid moribund city life. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S_jzSki0RgI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/TJwtj42eHXM/s1600/meditate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 223px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474392847441741314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S_jzSki0RgI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/TJwtj42eHXM/s320/meditate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S_j1Bu_PnLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/AfsAoOTWPJw/s1600/fruits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474394757210807474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S_j1Bu_PnLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/AfsAoOTWPJw/s320/fruits.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hereby decide to write a couple of articles on healthy living.Looking forward to a happy and healthy life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks and regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vaudeville of Exhilaration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-9132992640166324593?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/9132992640166324593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/05/take-aways-from-freaky-friday.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/9132992640166324593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/9132992640166324593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/05/take-aways-from-freaky-friday.html' title='Take aways from a Freaky Friday!!!'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S_j0qxBd0BI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/v8LDpu9kTj0/s72-c/faltu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-8775819011454686105</id><published>2010-05-20T15:03:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-20T16:06:50.108+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blog Award...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S_UFuAYWstI/AAAAAAAAAY0/CDV9nKlaw88/s1600/mindblowingblogaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S_UFuAYWstI/AAAAAAAAAY0/CDV9nKlaw88/s320/mindblowingblogaward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473287210072978130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to see this on others' blogs and now it is on my blog..I feel very excited to let you know that I have got my first &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Blog Award&lt;/span&gt;. I am deluged with happiness and excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,I would like to thank &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mehak&lt;/span&gt; for giving me the sweetest surprise. Let me tell you guys,she is an awesome writer and getting it from her is really an honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am suppose to pass it on to other bloggers who are my honest followers. So they are:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" target="_blank" href="http://bhagyashree-searchingself.blogspot.com/"&gt;Searching self&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" target="_blank" href="http://ghazalnamah.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ghazalnama'h &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" target="_blank" href="http://chandrikashubham.blogspot.com/"&gt; Chandrika Shubham : A reserved chit-chatter &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" target="_blank" href="http://victoriarb.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Life of a Freelance Writer &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" target="_blank" href="http://dietandfitnessmantra.blogspot.com/"&gt;How to lose weight and Stay Fit naturally!!! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys please &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;pass this award to 5-10 people who are your most loyal followers&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank everyone!! And one more thing, guess what? I couldn't contain my excitement and right now I am writing all these from my very Office.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://bhagyashree-searchingself.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-8775819011454686105?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/8775819011454686105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-award.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/8775819011454686105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/8775819011454686105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-award.html' title='Blog Award...'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S_UFuAYWstI/AAAAAAAAAY0/CDV9nKlaw88/s72-c/mindblowingblogaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-4547515975659085855</id><published>2010-05-14T18:30:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:26:51.500+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dawn of a new Belief!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S-2AnDiYlLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/KgAPynJVt64/s1600/Dawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471170530777797810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S-2AnDiYlLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/KgAPynJVt64/s320/Dawn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes I feel numb, sometimes woeful and sometimes nothing at all(Ya well numb means the same.) It took me 23 years to understand life.Yeah right,it might be quite early when compared to people who cannot get the hang of it in their entire lifetime, and quite late when compared to those who know it from the very first day they step onto this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now you must be wondering what is it that I have understood about life.I might tell you that it's only 75% of the drama that I have comprehended and the remaining is yet to be deciphered.So, here I go. Life gives us a new dream and objective every day.Each day we strive to do something new,add some new elements to our lives. When you sit and rewind the tiny memory recorder seated way up , you will understand that each day you unfolded something,did something new.That is life...Ever fresh and brimming with exuberance. I say so because we might lag behind but life never stops to amaze or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;titillate us&lt;/span&gt;.It strives harder to sustain the freshness and vividness.Now just imagine what our lives would be if could live all the new experiences with utmost joy and excitement. That would be one heck of an existence worth living..I get thrilled,don't you??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All of you reading this post must be wondering what has gotten into Vaudeville. All I can say that something had happened.Some very crucial thing had happened.Many such things happen in our lives and each such incident brings a significant change in our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways that's not important. When I was a kid, I was a hard core God-fearing and religious person.Today,I would say I am neither an atheist nor an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;agnostic&lt;/span&gt; but I belong to a third category(if at all it exists) where people have no emotion either negative or positive.I believe in a power that generates from within-I believe in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;frequencies that are really &lt;/span&gt;strong and good..And coming to religion,I think it is a deceptive way of making people follow other's ideologies. I do not want to enforce my views on others.I'd let it the way it is. Coming to societal ways,they are marks of absurdity.We spend our entire lives living it the way that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;con cords&lt;/span&gt; with the society.No sooner we differ than we are called rebels.I am not here to bring a revolution or be a pioneer of something of elephantine &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;proportion&lt;/span&gt;. I am just here to live a life that I would be proud of when lying on my death bed. That is it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hope you try to discover the new aspects of life.Life is worth giving both an astute contemplation and a unique conjecture.See it through a different glass-see it in a different way-it has many unique facets-don't overlook the other dimensions.That is all I can say.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-4547515975659085855?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/4547515975659085855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/05/dawn-of-new-belief.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/4547515975659085855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/4547515975659085855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/05/dawn-of-new-belief.html' title='Dawn of a new Belief!!'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S-2AnDiYlLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/KgAPynJVt64/s72-c/Dawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-5556628809638489781</id><published>2010-05-12T16:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-12T16:25:51.276+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Riddle:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;Once again the guys of our office thronged the lobbies with their gracious presence; and you know why? Any guesses?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All right I will give you clues…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S-p_yhvKHuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/q0p551gr1Vo/s1600/red+flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S-p_yhvKHuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/q0p551gr1Vo/s320/red+flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470325203421241058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Concentrate on the colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S-qAA6LzO4I/AAAAAAAAAW8/OE8K9_sHkfM/s1600/Bullwings.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S-qAA6LzO4I/AAAAAAAAAW8/OE8K9_sHkfM/s320/Bullwings.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470325450501995394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Concentrate on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S-qB8hHwz_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/oPyMmpo4f5M/s1600/opener.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S-qB8hHwz_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/oPyMmpo4f5M/s320/opener.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470327574077951986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know what I'd ask you to concentrate on-just see it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me what had happened that made the guys buzz around the lobbies at every floor...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-5556628809638489781?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/5556628809638489781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/05/riddle.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/5556628809638489781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/5556628809638489781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/05/riddle.html' title='Riddle:)'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S-p_yhvKHuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/q0p551gr1Vo/s72-c/red+flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-7889659681639552859</id><published>2010-05-09T22:17:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:29:20.790+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first thing that I did today, the moment I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opened&lt;/span&gt; my eyes in the morning ,was to call my Mommy Dear and wish her a Happy Mother's Day.She was really overwhelmed with happiness on receiving my call. She has this strange way of not saying "Thank you" unlike most people and I believe that is really cute because she need not thank me-it's I who should thank her for everything that she has done for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She is the one who stayed up till late nights before my Maths exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She is the one whose heart pained the most when anyone said anything rude to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She is the one who loves and cares for me more than I do it for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She is the sweetest,cutest and lovable Mommy dear. At this point in time,she doesn't know I am writing about her in my blog. But,when she comes to know about it,I would love to see her cutest reaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is for all the lovely &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Moms&lt;/span&gt; out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;''Happy Mother's Day'' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is the best you know,so love her and respect her..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-7889659681639552859?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/7889659681639552859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/7889659681639552859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/7889659681639552859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-5797502685761666952</id><published>2010-05-06T20:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:44:47.794+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A hell of a hectic day I had.Today for the first time I am feeling that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;materialistic&lt;/span&gt; stuffs around us cannot give us the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I always talk about.The city makes you feel lonely and left out ,but at the same time it makes you love yourself more than ever. There is only one person who would be there with you in the midst of all the odds and ordeals and that is none other than &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Does it make me a narcissist to think this way? I don't think so. It makes me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;respect&lt;/span&gt; myself more than ever. My guy always tells me that one should look after ones health not to impress others but to impress and respect oneself. I love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;myself and&lt;/span&gt; I swear to keep &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; healthy and look after me. I always talk about looking for happiness in oneself and never actually succeed in doing so. But today I feel that I need to stop looking for it because it is already in and around me; I only need to feel that happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-5797502685761666952?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/5797502685761666952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/05/random.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/5797502685761666952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/5797502685761666952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/05/random.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-2541495911263736794</id><published>2010-05-01T20:22:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-01T23:14:10.445+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I have been able to apply secret!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S9xRd5lqtcI/AAAAAAAAAWc/DFQtRehtRtw/s1600/Secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466333621837804994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S9xRd5lqtcI/AAAAAAAAAWc/DFQtRehtRtw/s320/Secret.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Things are turning out quite smoothly.I would not say that I am the world's happiest person but I would definitely want to be one.Happiness and knowledge are the two things I would want my life to be inundated with.I have learnt a very important thing in the last couple of days and that is every little thing that happens in our lives can make us happy. Lets make the idea clearer by a simple example:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The other day on my way to work, I was getting irritated to such an extent that I could have chided the driver&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(No...He is not MY driver-he is the Auto wala whose Auto I had boarded)&lt;/span&gt; black and blue if he hadn't driven fast. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(Ummm..I generally do not abuse anyone but just to make you envisage my state of mind I am telling you so.)&lt;/span&gt; It so happened that I wanted to reach office by 9 because I had an important task to be delivered by EOD, but, that day I got up at 8:30 and from that moment when I was awakened by the shrill ringing of my alarm clock,I was seething with fury because I knew I couldn't make it to office by 9. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I guess, now you have a crystal clear picture of my state when I was stuck in the traffic for 10 minutes. I was really annoyed and what I realized was the angrier I was getting, the more things were happening to make my fury move to the next level. No sooner I realized this than I decided to apply the little &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;''SECRET"&lt;/span&gt;.The very moment I decided "Fine...If I can't reach early,I would stay till late but anyhow I will complete my work," and I started listening to Radio &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(on my phone).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S9xU_k8LHdI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ix_DC7EZ7i0/s1600/traffic+signal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466337498945494482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S9xU_k8LHdI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ix_DC7EZ7i0/s320/traffic+signal2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the next few minutes I realized that wherever there was a crossing,I reached it when the signal turned green and I didn't have to wait.I found it really amusing .The next thing I saw was that everyone on the road was really eager to cross the traffic light before it turned red and they were rushing like you could have never see them do so before.That further elevated my amusement and I was kind of feeling really happy,thinking that I had been able to apply the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;''Secret"&lt;/span&gt; that I knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S9xRsi7gRZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/qSyiY0jsKQ8/s1600/traffic+light.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day went quite well and I was able to deliver the task smoothly. All I want to say is life gives us many opportunities to be happy and grateful for-it's everywhere-we have to just perceive it and make use of it. It's neither money nor people surrounding us who could make us happy-it's only &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;''WE''&lt;/span&gt; as we know ourselves better than anyone else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So be happy, keep smiling and never let go any such opportunity that could bring smiles to your lovely faces.Take care :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Pictures taken from Creative Commons)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-2541495911263736794?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/2541495911263736794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-been-able-to-apply-secret.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/2541495911263736794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/2541495911263736794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-been-able-to-apply-secret.html' title='I have been able to apply secret!!!'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S9xRd5lqtcI/AAAAAAAAAWc/DFQtRehtRtw/s72-c/Secret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-6743424140387007840</id><published>2010-04-22T17:08:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-24T20:57:43.907+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S9HWnOmqBAI/AAAAAAAAAWE/bfveE2rP4u0/s1600/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463383792400598018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S9HWnOmqBAI/AAAAAAAAAWE/bfveE2rP4u0/s320/Love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am not a professional writer,but certain things in my life galvanize the writer's instincts in me. For instance this song that I am hearing to right now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;''Lady Antebellum- Need You Now''-It's lovely-it makes me feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;-I really do not have words to describe this feeling. All I can say that I miss Him the most. Starting from the lyrics to the lovely slow beats-everything is so mesmerising and enigmatic that it makes me feel both happy and sad at the same time. Falling in love is the best thing that can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happen&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;any one's&lt;/span&gt; life.It's a beautiful feeling per &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;.Right now,I am a whole bunch of love and happiness and I wish everyone feels loved and cared every moment in their relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I gotta go, have work tomorrow; yeah I hate working on Saturdays but can't help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-6743424140387007840?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/6743424140387007840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-is-in-air.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/6743424140387007840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/6743424140387007840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the air...'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S9HWnOmqBAI/AAAAAAAAAWE/bfveE2rP4u0/s72-c/Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-8474476710268813980</id><published>2010-04-17T22:24:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:03:30.625+05:30</updated><title type='text'>C K Prahlad (August 8, 1941 - April 17, 2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S8nrkId0mkI/AAAAAAAAAV8/T2t3HUh-be4/s1600/C+K+prahlad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461155029143820866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S8nrkId0mkI/AAAAAAAAAV8/T2t3HUh-be4/s320/C+K+prahlad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its really sad that the great management guru-C K Prahlad is no more. While preparing for the management exams,I bumped into one of his concepts ''&lt;strong&gt;The fortune at the Bottom of the Pyramid'' &lt;/strong&gt;(Eradicating Poverty using Capitalism) . He has described how the Big Shots,NGOs,Government agencies and the poor can come together to work out the problem of poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://books.google.co.in/books?id=RPSG4JxAZzYC&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;dq=The+fortune+at+the+bottom+of+the+Pyramid&amp;amp;source=bl&amp;amp;ots=TTqJBhd8Np&amp;amp;sig=njETpCsF4cGHJNPoXrEdSsg_ObQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ei=fenJS-e4HZC7rAfP25WaBQ&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=book_result&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ved=0CAYQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&amp;amp;q&amp;amp;f=false"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;http://books.google.co.in/books?id=RPSG4JxAZzYC&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;dq=The+fortune+at+the+bottom+of+the+Pyramid&amp;amp;source=bl&amp;amp;ots=TTqJBhd8Np&amp;amp;sig=njETpCsF4cGHJNPoXrEdSsg_ObQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ei=fenJS-e4HZC7rAfP25WaBQ&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=book_result&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ved=0CAYQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&amp;amp;q&amp;amp;f=false&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do read it.He was one of the noted and impeccable management gurus of all times. May his soul rest in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-8474476710268813980?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/8474476710268813980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/04/c-k-prahlad-august-8-1941-april-17-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/8474476710268813980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/8474476710268813980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/04/c-k-prahlad-august-8-1941-april-17-2010.html' title='C K Prahlad (August 8, 1941 - April 17, 2010)'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S8nrkId0mkI/AAAAAAAAAV8/T2t3HUh-be4/s72-c/C+K+prahlad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-6587294437196715135</id><published>2010-04-04T12:12:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-05T13:50:28.321+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dare to be different...Be a Maverick!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S8nSE4JqO4I/AAAAAAAAAV0/gpcMqaflt5E/s1600/horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 264px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461127004397648770" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S8nSE4JqO4I/AAAAAAAAAV0/gpcMqaflt5E/s320/horse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How do you expect someone who is inundated by whirlpool of thoughts to come up with clear,precise write-ups?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ya,well, that someone is none other than Miss Vaudeville. I say so coz when I sit to scribble about the gruesome traffic of India's garden city,my mind drifts towards the politics of the corporate world. When I start writing about how much I miss my parents and my home town,India's disappointing educational system nudges me to write about it. And the reason behind this fidgetiness is &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;''LACK OF TIME''&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ummm, well then,let's discuss &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;INTELLIGENCE&lt;/span&gt;. I have written discuss as &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I want your valuable feedback&lt;/span&gt; on it. So, Intelligence has become a rare commodity in India. You might be thinking what negative connotations am I exuding through my article, but it's true buddy..Now,before proceeding further,I would like to ask what you think about intelligence. Please do not give me the existing definitions of intelligence from dictionary.com or Oxford dictionary. Just pause for a while,think about it and continue reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Intelligence is not about solving a problem from &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;R S Agarwal's Quantitative Aptitude.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's neither about working with IBM or YAHOO. It is about having a vision to wave the magic wand of innovation, to do something novel,something that might appear irrational and far-fetched to others and then bringing that vision to reality. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Intelligence is about breaking all the dogmatic strands of antiquated beliefs&lt;/span&gt; that do not find any accommodation as per your knowledge and perceptions.It is about asking Why and How. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It's about doing things differently,yet harmoniously&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, tell me how many people, whom you are acquainted with ,very well stand apt to the above definition? Am I hearing ''NONE'' out there??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At our work places,we are not allowed to question, not allowed to have a distinct perspective and not allowed to differ. Tell me,then,what's the point in getting &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;99 percentile in preeminent exams like CAT&lt;/span&gt;,getting into "CREAM" colleges, slogging hard morn to night to get a managerial position in noted companies because once you are in the company you got to act the way your BOSSES want you to. Only then quick promotions and mouth watering perks will embrace you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People use their intelligence to play safe in companies where politics is a deep rooted phenomenon.I would ask if one were with such a lot of grey matter up there in ones head, why not quit the job and prove ones intelligence instead of toadying around. In all B-schools and topnotch colleges, they are going to teach you to act shrewd, act clever but none will instigate you to harness your intelligence. That's why we have so few Entrepreneurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wouldn't dare to say I am intelligent as I don't have the nerve to quit my job and do something of my own; but, yes, I would definitely like to do that &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I wanna live an honourable life being intelligent and doing intelligent works and so should you. Have clear perceptions about the stuffs you feel strongly for and act fast. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Bill Gates was a college Drop out and proved himself an absolute Maverick (Think about that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I am proud to know a person who is really intelligent(as per my definition) and am glad to be acquainted with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And one more thing the song &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart'' by &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;TAIO CRUZ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;is fabulous. Actually, I am listening to the song right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-6587294437196715135?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/6587294437196715135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/04/dare-to-be-differentbe-maverick.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/6587294437196715135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/6587294437196715135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/04/dare-to-be-differentbe-maverick.html' title='Dare to be different...Be a Maverick!!'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S8nSE4JqO4I/AAAAAAAAAV0/gpcMqaflt5E/s72-c/horse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-2920578853595079453</id><published>2010-03-28T14:22:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-28T14:42:43.613+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Article Marketing Strategy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S68c6BKNRUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/aTzRR30E6rQ/s1600/Article.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453609456838198594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S68c6BKNRUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/aTzRR30E6rQ/s320/Article.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When it comes to marketing, there are two pronounced strategies- provide people with what they want to buy or allure them to relish what you are selling. Article marketing strategy is no exception to the above mentioned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Implementation of the first strategy would primarily require a neat comprehension of the breed and nerve of the reader we are targeting. If the most polished and the top cream of the society is our bull’s eye, then a tinge of elegance and finesse in terms of literature can be added to the article. The erudite folks seem to fall for such rich, highly humoured and heavy literature. Luckily, they account to a not very large section of the society and the sizable number of target readers fall in the category of the moderately educated people. These masses love to read easily-comprehensible and sensibly-witted content; hence, circumlocutions, ambiguities, connotations, double &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;entendres&lt;/span&gt; are a big no. Understanding the nerve of the reader also includes acknowledging whether you are writing the article for children, teenagers or adult. Once the ilk of the reader is sorted out and a definitive style adopted, marching forward must be by the following guidelines:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If you desire to make quick money, target the niche market. Find out what amuses them the most. You can do it by talking to people, doing a bit of research on the web, looking out for the most sought-after magazines, and then investigate and mull over&lt;br /&gt;the topics these big leagues are focused on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Coming to the length of the article, people tend to skip articles that are lengthy and are mere drags. Make sure that the next time you write something; keep it short and sweet to a length of 300-400 words. A special care must also be taken with respect to the length of the sentences as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) It always turns out to be fruitful if you get into the readers’ shoes and think from his perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Following the write-ups, a genuine and proper site for the publication and communication of the article should be selected. The article can either be posted on an Internet site or can be sent for print publication. If you are putting it up on the Internet, make sure that the topic of the article finds its place in the article at least 2-3 times. This is to enable quick catch by the search engines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) You can make the articles interesting by accessorizing it. Say if you are writing an article on food and eating habits, you can have pictures of delicious food in the background. This will unable the not-so avid readers to stop by the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Grammar and punctuation must also be taken good care of to allow easy comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) After the completion of the article, allow your friends and colleagues to read it. They might be rookies but they represent the public for whom the article is being written; hence, imbibe the suggestions that you think are worth considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moving on to the next strategy of attracting people to read what you write, this is an energy draining task; however, in long term it turns out to be very relaxing as you are at your whims and fancies to write what you really want to without fearing about marketing it. Making someone like what they initially do not and later making them crazy about it is definitely an art.&lt;br /&gt;Lets take for instance you are very keen in writing on Metaphysics and paranormal sciences, but only a small section of the society is legitimately interested in reading such stuff. Studding it well in your mind that you have to allure people in reading what you are writing, you take appropriate actions. The first and foremost thing would be to present with extremely startling facts. Make sure that it is just a one paragraph long article with a cogent and murderous impact. Give a catchy heading to let your readers stop by and go through it, be very careful with the choice of words and sentences; finally, give an incomplete and allusive ending to it to make your reader wanting for more. They will definitely read your article when it gets published next time. Article after article, you can increase the content; starting from the engrossing basics to diving into the inscrutable matters that would befuddle everyone. As saying is difficult than doing, the above mentioned task requires a lot of research, dedication and knowledge about the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Similarly, if you are skilled in writing on environmental issues and do not have many readers, give the same approach and witness the awe-struck results. Not to forget, the above six guidelines are also applicable for the implementation of this strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maneuvering and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gimmicking&lt;/span&gt; can be done in many ways but at the end of the day the real winner is the one who has his own tactics and style of writing that distinguishes his writing accomplishments from that of others. Leonardo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vinci&lt;/span&gt; was a remarkable artist and all the faces that he painted had the reflection of his very own face; similarly, every writer should add a tinge of his very own style to his writings to make them remarkable and discrete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-2920578853595079453?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/2920578853595079453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/03/article-marketing-strategy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/2920578853595079453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/2920578853595079453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/03/article-marketing-strategy.html' title='Article Marketing Strategy'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S68c6BKNRUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/aTzRR30E6rQ/s72-c/Article.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-5589696735228904614</id><published>2010-03-09T14:28:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:56:03.663+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am writing after such a long time. I really don't know where to begin with. Everyday I think and feel about so many different stuffs happening in my life, but I really do not find time to pen them down. Life has become better and more enticing. I have begun to realize that all the inscrutable forces of the Nature have come into action and everything is falling into place. These forces and laws governing our existence are so strong and wonderful that I am able to perceive its effect on my life. As I always say life is all about feeling happy and thankful about the things that we have and feeling excited about all the good things that are gonna happen in our lives. And once we begin to think and feel this way, everything will happen in a way that would please us. It's like you are wearing rose coloured glasses and anything and everything that you see through these glasses appears marvelous. My life has become blissful after I started following this way of living. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happiness is all within us, so don't search it outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-5589696735228904614?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/5589696735228904614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/03/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/5589696735228904614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/5589696735228904614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/03/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-4654306792660746365</id><published>2010-02-13T13:12:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-13T15:01:05.276+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Valentine's Day Note!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S3Zu0dgoa_I/AAAAAAAAAVk/gFROHk_PNZk/s1600-h/loving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437655447650200562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S3Zu0dgoa_I/AAAAAAAAAVk/gFROHk_PNZk/s320/loving.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;This is something that got fabricated while I was heading for my office. &lt;/u&gt;It is just an honest and naive feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the smile that comes to the lips when one gets even the simpler of the simplest message from him.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the the pang of nostalgia one feels when thinking of the lovely moments spent together.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the pain one feels when realizing that he is miles apart.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the happiness one feels when ,in the midst of the pile of office work, gets a call from him.&lt;br /&gt;Love is missing him when eating the dish that he likes.&lt;br /&gt;Love is loving him &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in spite&lt;/span&gt; of the differences and making an effort to bridge those differences.&lt;br /&gt;Love is fighting over the most trivial matter and then getting to know him in a better way.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the excitement of meeting him after hell lot of months.&lt;br /&gt;Love is feeling happy when he is happy and feeling sad when he is sad.&lt;br /&gt;Love is feeling every emotion that he feels.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the sense of trust that one has on him.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a sense of completion and happiness that's so immense and genuine.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the best thing that could happen to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;any one's&lt;/span&gt; life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this Valentine's Day, do something special for your loved one to express how happy you are to have that special person in your life. Happy Valentine's Day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-4654306792660746365?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/4654306792660746365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-note.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/4654306792660746365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/4654306792660746365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-note.html' title='A Valentine&apos;s Day Note!!!'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S3Zu0dgoa_I/AAAAAAAAAVk/gFROHk_PNZk/s72-c/loving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-1374172972951498537</id><published>2010-01-31T13:44:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:22:35.329+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A moment of contemplation!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S3A_zdqSr1I/AAAAAAAAAVM/WPIwCzX5Xjo/s1600-h/think.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435914903604080466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S3A_zdqSr1I/AAAAAAAAAVM/WPIwCzX5Xjo/s320/think.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been meaning to write a lot of things from the last few days but by the time I come from office, I am all exhausted and all I could think of is dozing off to sleep. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S3A_H1T_F3I/AAAAAAAAAU0/l7hjXcMCXWY/s1600-h/think.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I up with two very contrast disposition of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;First:-&lt;/span&gt; Every single day I get to acknowledge so many new stuffs, but what I am looking for right now is a worthwhile edification. I typically belong to the breed of people who are embraced by the planet Jupiter( Hey! I am not an astrology freak but intricate esoteric aspects of anything and everything entices me to the core.), so where was I? I hate deviations but cannot stop myself from jabbering. All right I was talking about being embraced by the planet Jupiter as knowledge, ambition and travel are crucial elements of my existence; though, the travel part has become a feeble entity. I have my own definition of knowledge and ambition and I don't believe in living an insubstantial life. I am a jack of most trade but look forward to becoming master of some. This is all I want. Am I asking for more? Ya well, that's a rhetorical question. I want to be deluged by learning and knowledge. I wouldn't like to act modest and admit it candidly that knowledge cannot be the sole source for motivation and ultimately the smell of those green stuffs kindles the motivation and instigates us for greater endeavors. In a nutshell, any job or activity that's a consolidation of absolute knowledge and enriching money inspires me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Second:-&lt;/span&gt;At contrast to the above mentioned state of mind, on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; evenings when I come out of the shower, with my Aura cleansed and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gleaming&lt;/span&gt; with health and happiness and the soothing evening wind blows over my face, I feel so blessed and elated. After that, when I put on my earphones and listen to the song "I want to make myself believe..",the happiness I experience knows no bound and I feel gratified towards the Universe for letting me feel so happy and content.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How do I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt; these two contradictory state of mind. One disposition of mine asks for more and the other so smugly satisfied. Probably, I am a follower of the middle path(Refer post 1) and that's how I can make room for the ambi feelings of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-1374172972951498537?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/1374172972951498537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-been-meaning-to-write-lot-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/1374172972951498537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/1374172972951498537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-been-meaning-to-write-lot-of.html' title='A moment of contemplation!!'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S3A_zdqSr1I/AAAAAAAAAVM/WPIwCzX5Xjo/s72-c/think.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-3550123235038697556</id><published>2010-01-25T17:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:32:21.639+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Help Solicited!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would be highly grateful if you guys come forward and put before your perspectives on having a career in Branding and Corporate Communication and all the prospects associated with it. Currently I am working as an analyst in a firm that caters to media monitoring and market research and am very eager to have a career in Corporate communication. Kindly give your insights as to how challenging and decent the profile is and what are the ranges of packages one can expect in this field in a matter of say 3 years. Communication of any piece of information would be highly appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks and regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vaudeville of Exhilaration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-3550123235038697556?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/3550123235038697556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/01/help-solicited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/3550123235038697556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/3550123235038697556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/01/help-solicited.html' title='Help Solicited!!!!'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-7802811809171847959</id><published>2010-01-24T17:22:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:12:50.358+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The unpredictability of life has reached its Zenith. They say that there is only one prominent force guiding our existence and that is the law of attraction and that we are the makers of our destinies. All I want to know is what has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to that force. Isn't it in operation? Every thing was slowly and steadily falling into place and I was gradually drawn into thinking that I might get all the things that I so honestly wanted. A couple of days ago I acknowledged that what I was cherishing so hard wasn't really going to happen. I had shed a few tears and felt heart broken. But I am done with all the crap and right now I want to know what actually went wrong. What does the universe want me to get? Earlier that day when I got the news, I was sitting at my work place and contemplating (just to lift my morale) that I would definitely make through it because God(or Universe) would definitely do anything and every thing that would be good for me. And the very next moment I came to know that I didn't make it through. What does this imply? Does it mean if I had made through it, I wouldn't have been happy in long run? Well, that's how I console myself and I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; and honestly looking forward to achieving far more than what I have right now, but with the astute understanding that it should be in sync with what the UNIVERSE thinks I am really good at. I will achieve it and the very same Universe will help me and that is because my FAITH is still intact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-7802811809171847959?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/7802811809171847959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/01/unpredictability-of-life-has-reached.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/7802811809171847959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/7802811809171847959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/01/unpredictability-of-life-has-reached.html' title=''/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-1269743800181656431</id><published>2010-01-07T15:22:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:08:33.703+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The creepy concept of Telephonic Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423941997571633138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S0W2gm-Ub_I/AAAAAAAAATY/39xhv1t0XqY/s320/phone%2Bgirl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span &gt;In today's world, everyone is busy chasing their dreams. Today we want a job, tomorrow a house, day after tomorrow a sedan and the list goes on and on. Where is the time for letting the marriage bell ring or in general where can we accommodate our relationships ? Now, don't tell me that you don't need one because at the end of the day we are mere human beings in need of love and care. But how can anyone think of loving and being loved by someone when that 'someone' lives miles away. Well, it's not our mistake; the problem lies in the fact that everyone is adequately educated,priorities are different for all and on top of that we have the 'big boss' called 'EGO' which would never let us compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;This brings me to envisage that the concept of long distance relationship(LDR) is mushrooming rapidly. Thanks to the telecom sector and the Internet; LDRs are really being nurtured by them. To be fair enough these domains are in turn being benefited.But the point is where these relationships are heading. In yester years, living relationships were an anathema and today we are coming up with another new concept. Are we heading towards someplace where everyone would have a telephonic relationship? Sounds creepy huh! Change is the law of nature but it takes years together for people to accept change and with a new concept will come up new questions. Are we ready for it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S0W2zEHvWSI/AAAAAAAAATg/OktzjigGGM4/s1600-h/boy%2Bphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-1269743800181656431?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/1269743800181656431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/01/creepy-concept-of-telephonic.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/1269743800181656431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/1269743800181656431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2010/01/creepy-concept-of-telephonic.html' title='The creepy concept of Telephonic Relationship'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/S0W2gm-Ub_I/AAAAAAAAATY/39xhv1t0XqY/s72-c/phone%2Bgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-6726620048165512363</id><published>2009-12-27T15:00:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T12:05:00.434+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was feeling forlorn and bitter for reasons I specifically do not know. Probably I was missing a special person and some special events(some that had happened and some that I want to happen). Anyways, I thought that if I blogged I would, maybe, feel better. So I signed in and instead of writing anything, I started visiting others' blogs. Some of them were housewives dedicated to their families,wrote about kids, Christmas and family life; some were business professionals who wrote about different ways of obtaining customers, good marketing strategy etc. and some were cute teenagers exited about stuffs happening around them. After seeing and reading their posts, I am really feeling good. People have put lovely Christmas pictures, pictures of their kids, pictures of their spouses and after seeing those I am really feeling lot better. I would like to thank all those people and wish them happiness and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;good luck&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.....................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Szc04xxL_UI/AAAAAAAAARA/GeGiEizpOIs/s1600-h/bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419858826600643906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Szc04xxL_UI/AAAAAAAAARA/GeGiEizpOIs/s320/bird.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes, I feel that I am a bit eccentric. I feel like staying in solitude, reading, writing, listening music and doing my stuffs. Freedom is something that I long for. I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;acquainted&lt;/span&gt; with a good lot of people but only a few of them are in my personal circle and I love it this way. Certain things I don't like about India, as in socializing with all our friends, with all our relatives and living a life that harmonizes with the societal norms. I mean this is my life and I will do things the way I want and not according to any norm or something. I want my freedom and my personal space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-6726620048165512363?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/6726620048165512363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-feeling-forlorn-and-bitter-for.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/6726620048165512363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/6726620048165512363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-feeling-forlorn-and-bitter-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Szc04xxL_UI/AAAAAAAAARA/GeGiEizpOIs/s72-c/bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-8118478181303575468</id><published>2009-12-23T12:04:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:56:20.338+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The elusive specific name of Rafflesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/SzHEGmbMQWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1KxQOclz3zg/s1600-h/Raflesia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418327444376273250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/SzHEGmbMQWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1KxQOclz3zg/s320/Raflesia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brain cells still carry the memories of that vociferous lecture of my Botany Sir, saying at the top of his voice that &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Rafflesia is the largest flower&lt;/span&gt;. Some days ago, while I was sitting in the examination hall perusing at the GK section of the SNAP, all the neurons responsible for the long term memory were aligned as soon as I saw that name Rafflesia once again after 5 years. I was overwhelmed with happiness. But the irony is that instead of marking largest bloom as answer, all I marked was smallest plant. I swear I knew it is the largest flower but sadly the specific name was quite elusive which made me think that the name mentioned was some other variety of Rafflesia which might be the smallest flower. What a conjecture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, for further info, Rafflesia is a parasitic flower and in some varieties like Rafflesia arnoldi(the very same name that was in my question paper), the flower may be over &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;100 centimetres in diameter&lt;/span&gt;. Interesting huh!!&lt;br /&gt;And don't worry my paper went quite well and I hope things will turn out properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-8118478181303575468?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/8118478181303575468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/12/elusive-specific-name-of-rafflesia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/8118478181303575468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/8118478181303575468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/12/elusive-specific-name-of-rafflesia.html' title='The elusive specific name of Rafflesia'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/SzHEGmbMQWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1KxQOclz3zg/s72-c/Raflesia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-5467447239602341877</id><published>2009-12-21T12:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-21T13:47:34.623+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Key to a healthy skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While perusing through the Live feed, I felt that the most viewed post in my blog is  "Panacea for hair fall ." This makes me feel that people are more interested to read about stuffs that, in some way or the other, are beneficial to them. I would,hereby, start writing more of such stuffs. To begin with, I would like to share a few tips to rectify an irritating oily skin condition. I have found the below mentioned tips really helpful, so have a look:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wash your face at least 2-3 times a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Scrub it in every 2 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Washing and scrubbing should be followed by toning. Use a cucumber based toner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Use a Multani Mitti face pack 2 days a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Make sure that after toning you remember to apply any cream that is less oily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's it for now. Any ways, market does not look healthy today, so is my computer. I guess I have downloaded some virus along with Rihana's songs :( The excitement and unexpectedness of life seem to be scaling the zeniths; after all, this is what makes life more interesting. Cheers to life!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-5467447239602341877?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/5467447239602341877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/12/key-to-healthy-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/5467447239602341877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/5467447239602341877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/12/key-to-healthy-skin.html' title='Key to a healthy skin'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-8554066953559315957</id><published>2009-12-09T22:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:17:35.105+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been quite a long time that I have written any thing. The fact of the matter is I am trying to direct my life towards a new path and that's why am not able to find time for writing. My life is undergoing a very crucial and exciting phase. My learning might be of some help to you. So please pray for me that I get success in my endeavors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-8554066953559315957?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/8554066953559315957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-been-quite-long-time-that-i-have.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/8554066953559315957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/8554066953559315957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-been-quite-long-time-that-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-3009885285105465390</id><published>2009-12-04T13:56:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-04T14:56:30.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Astute game of the universe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/SxjVLkCQ6WI/AAAAAAAAAQk/GvRcLHhYwvM/s1600-h/games.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411309346914101602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/SxjVLkCQ6WI/AAAAAAAAAQk/GvRcLHhYwvM/s320/games.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess I am both a teacher and a student. I say so because whatever I learn through my experiences, I teach myself the same. When I realize that there are multitudes of things to let our cognitive apparatus get a taste of, I wonder how little I know about stuffs around me. Everyday I get to acknowledge immaculately new experiences that leave me amazed at the vagaries of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes when I am in the midst of great happiness and excitement, something happens that tries its level best to crush down my present state of happiness; and at other times when I am deeply submerged in sorrow, other things happen that immediately kindle an aura of bliss and exuberance. These are the exquisite games that the universe plays with us and in turn wants us to play these game as cleverly as possible. The trick does not lie in letting situations subvert you but it lies in making use of the circumstances to harness the best result for yourself. In short, just be focussed upon the nitty-gritty of the things that you really want irrespective of what people say or think, how the situations are, what your current state of mind is,blah blah blah. The key to contentment and happiness is understanding the essence of the game and playing it cleverly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good luck!!! The game is still on. Better get a hang of it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-3009885285105465390?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/3009885285105465390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/12/astute-game-of-universe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/3009885285105465390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/3009885285105465390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/12/astute-game-of-universe.html' title='Astute game of the universe..'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/SxjVLkCQ6WI/AAAAAAAAAQk/GvRcLHhYwvM/s72-c/games.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-6098849537857734384</id><published>2009-11-25T13:47:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:50:04.046+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A panacea for hair fall:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408667929697442450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Sw9y02Gp2pI/AAAAAAAAAOE/K__HTxtzmbU/s320/med.jpg" /&gt;Aha! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gottcha&lt;/span&gt;.. I knew you would come rushing to my blog seeing the title. But don't worry, if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hair fall&lt;/span&gt; is your current major concern, you are absolutely at the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But before I begin with anything, let me be very clear that this article is exclusively for women because I am not sure whether my methods would have any substantial result on men. So, I suggest u guys to go through this post, try to implement the methods mentioned and if anything worthwhile happens, do let me know and I would be glad enough to let my article universally beneficial for all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now keeping aside all these digressions, I would like to say that I used to have a nasty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hair fall&lt;/span&gt; which gave me the impression that I would finally land up into hair weaving . My friends never felt that my hair was thinning, but it was my hair &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt; and who would know better than me. I was worried and sad when one day I realized that there is no point in being sad and not doing anything. So, I started scrutinizing the stuffs that were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;responsible&lt;/span&gt; for my current state and I came up with the answer that it was all because of the fiend named&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; 'STRESS'&lt;/span&gt; . Stress causes &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;lack of sleep&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hormonal imbalances&lt;/span&gt; which finally results in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hair fall&lt;/span&gt;. What I realized was that this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hair fall&lt;/span&gt; is not a disease but an indication that something is wrong. When the cause becomes clear, finding the solution becomes a cake walk. I was all geared up into exterminating this stress which hovered over my life for quite sometime like a looming specter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, here are the key take-aways:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyday make sure to do '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ANULOM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VILOM&lt;/span&gt;' (a breathing exercise)for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 8-10 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. In order to learn how to do it, all you need to do is search in the YOUTUBE with the key words &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ANULOM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VILOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RAMDEV&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BABA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Remember that no shampoo or hair-oil or medicines can be of any worthwhile benefit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But, if you ask me to suggest a shampoo, I would say &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DOVE&lt;/span&gt; is the best one. Apart from that, make sure that you do not have any problem of dandruff. If you have one, try using &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HEAD AND SHOULDERS &lt;/span&gt;every 15 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Try to get a good sleep. If you are stressed out and the irritating thoughts are not leaving your mind, start thinking about good things as in think that whatever you want has all ready materialized and that you are very happy in that circumstance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One secret that I must tell you is that even if you do not do any of the above mentioned but do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ANULOM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VILOM&lt;/span&gt; every day without fail for 8-10 minutes, you are bound to get the result in 2 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's it. Try to implement these simple methods and do let me know your story after 15 days . Trust me guys it really works. keep smiling and stay healthy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-6098849537857734384?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/6098849537857734384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/11/aha-gottcha.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/6098849537857734384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/6098849537857734384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/11/aha-gottcha.html' title='A panacea for hair fall:)'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Sw9y02Gp2pI/AAAAAAAAAOE/K__HTxtzmbU/s72-c/med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-7434713591242187960</id><published>2009-11-14T21:10:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:25:39.371+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Graffiti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had quite a day  yesterday. I went to a doc and got some medicine for my headache and backache. Today I was supposed to go to an ophthalmologist, but I got up so late that I couldn't go. No, I am not a hypochondriac but this headache is driving me crazy and I am unable to study, so I will not leave any stone unturned to get myself back on track. Anyways, I did some shopping. Shopping really alleviates(How I wish to use the word palliates!)ones spirits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It really feels good when you are feeling healthy and happy. I had lots of problems esp. health problems but I think I have become stalwart enough to deal with my problems. I am quite tight-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fisted&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to buying novels but yesterday I managed a fair deal for two books- The Namesake and The White Tiger. I know it's been a year that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aravind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Adiga&lt;/span&gt; got the Booker Prize for The White Tiger but you know better late than never. Well, it happens to be Children's Day and I am glad that little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Puru's&lt;/span&gt; drawing got a chance to embrace &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Google's&lt;/span&gt; home page. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I am becoming more sensible day by day. I have learnt to handle a lot of stuffs quite rationally. No, again you have mistaken. I am not boastful but sometimes I really love indulging myself in bragging but what's wrong in having a healthy respect for oneself,right? Anyways, wishing all a Happy Children's Day. Cheerio..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-7434713591242187960?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/7434713591242187960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/11/graffiti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/7434713591242187960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/7434713591242187960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/11/graffiti.html' title='Graffiti...'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-4761065290304802006</id><published>2009-11-07T16:33:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-27T12:15:34.707+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A recollection of past on a rainy day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Sw9zzJxcriI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZD2GX8iXzUg/s1600/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408669000129097250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Sw9zzJxcriI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZD2GX8iXzUg/s320/rain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a muggy Saturday morn. The sun seems to be lost in the labyrinth of the diabolic cloud. It has been days together that the earth is quenching its enduring thirst and it seems that the little drops of the rain are finding their ultimate solace in the arms of the mother earth. The stentorian yells of the local vendors, the exuberant laughs of the children and the soothing chirps of the birds is filling up the ether with love and happiness inspite of the rain. As an add on is the pervasive smell of the luscious food being cooked by my neighbour that's prompting my curiosity to know what on earth is being cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the midst of all these, I suddenly experience the pangs of memories when I fall into retrospecting my schooldays. What a maverick I was in liking English. I found my solace and contentment in the language. It wasn't just a subject for me but was my way of living-my religion. People made fun of me but I let them cherish their fancy. My love for English was my love for the language- its ambiguity, its complexity, its freshness, its livid vividness. It was the language in which I could express myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But, I don't know what had happened. Probably, I got shrouded in the mist of fake realities of marks, ambition,SCIENCE etc. Years after, today I feel that though I have changed and so are my priorities, deep down inside I know what my soul longs for. But the fact of the matter is whether or not I would have the nerve to follow my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For now, I leave it up to the universe to decide what's good for me and let me enjoy the rain.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/SvVdgsNN84I/AAAAAAAAAI8/qY30OTwucTQ/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-4761065290304802006?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/4761065290304802006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-search-of-answer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/4761065290304802006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/4761065290304802006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-search-of-answer.html' title='A recollection of past on a rainy day...'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Sw9zzJxcriI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZD2GX8iXzUg/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-6537308206299178184</id><published>2009-11-05T23:39:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:16:34.800+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An honest feeling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Either I am wearing rose coloured glasses or people are fatuous enough to say "Out of sight,out of mind!!!I mean it's really painful to stay away from your loved ones, but I would not hesitate to put before this cliche that distance definitely makes heart grow fonder. Attributes which were not quite agreeable become the most liked ones. Every aspect of the other person seems extraordinary. It's absolutely a nice feeling to cherish!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-6537308206299178184?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/6537308206299178184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/11/honest-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/6537308206299178184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/6537308206299178184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/11/honest-feeling.html' title='An honest feeling...'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-3898602054138863522</id><published>2009-11-03T21:45:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-27T12:54:29.244+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My vision board</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Sw9-b6i0j9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/MQEf-ZoXEC0/s1600/3941048713_1acf5ee1eb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408680695532130258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Sw9-b6i0j9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/MQEf-ZoXEC0/s320/3941048713_1acf5ee1eb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Sw9-WfZ8b6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/miz-seEY2JI/s1600/office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408680602347794338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Sw9-WfZ8b6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/miz-seEY2JI/s320/office.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Sw9-PrgKCyI/AAAAAAAAAPk/AayjekTGUSs/s1600/graph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408680485335993122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Sw9-PrgKCyI/AAAAAAAAAPk/AayjekTGUSs/s320/graph.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Sw9-J7AvndI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Y1jvnEngSOk/s1600/business+women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408680386419989970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Sw9-J7AvndI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Y1jvnEngSOk/s320/business+women.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Sw9-EQtoRlI/AAAAAAAAAPU/7BXDY48u5ys/s1600/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408680289166181970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Sw9-EQtoRlI/AAAAAAAAAPU/7BXDY48u5ys/s320/car.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Sw99LHPVKFI/AAAAAAAAAPM/D2LUaDuId7M/s1600/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408679307370637394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Sw99LHPVKFI/AAAAAAAAAPM/D2LUaDuId7M/s320/house.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Sw99Cjpxk_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/I9-QuIc9hN8/s1600/office.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Sw98dONLP4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/c0QeJPA221c/s1600/3941048713_1acf5ee1eb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-3898602054138863522?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/3898602054138863522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/3898602054138863522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/3898602054138863522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='My vision board'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Sw9-b6i0j9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/MQEf-ZoXEC0/s72-c/3941048713_1acf5ee1eb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-400528106873700357</id><published>2009-10-30T23:35:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:58:24.770+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nationalism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Sw92EaqVh1I/AAAAAAAAAO0/dpUjmhxKzQg/s1600/indian+flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408671495743702866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Sw92EaqVh1I/AAAAAAAAAO0/dpUjmhxKzQg/s320/indian+flag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I happened to visit a blog where people were literally arguing upon Marathi-Non Marathi issues. I mean where has all the tolerance gone. If you can tolerate your the most irritating neighbour, the most smelly guy sitting beside you in bus, your ever complaining boss, why can't you be tolerant of people from other states. I am a Bengali, born in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jharkhand&lt;/span&gt;, studied in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vishakhapatnam&lt;/span&gt;, did my graduation from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Noida&lt;/span&gt; and have come across so many vivid experience in each and every state that I had been. Each state has its own beauty and uniqueness, so if someone comes from some other state to that of ours, won't it be foolish to not welcome their exquisiteness into our state. India is a land of different cultures and tradition and we ought to cherish it. Our freedom is acquired through sweat and blood of our freedom fighters, please don't let it go waste through sub-nationalistic attitudes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-400528106873700357?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/400528106873700357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/10/nationalism.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/400528106873700357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/400528106873700357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/10/nationalism.html' title='Nationalism'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/Sw92EaqVh1I/AAAAAAAAAO0/dpUjmhxKzQg/s72-c/indian+flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-3779785007391277349</id><published>2009-10-30T12:07:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-27T12:31:44.595+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of rumination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/SuqhW2jZRZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/A4TvG1pVMtk/s1600-h/work.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I got up this morning, I wasn't really feeling well.I was feeling famished and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;energy less&lt;/span&gt;. Somehow,I managed to have my breakfast and switched on my computer.Yesterday, though in trance, I heard my sister telling her friend that she had downloaded a couple of songs from the movie "Wake up Sid", so the first thing I did was to put on this lovely song "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Iktara&lt;/span&gt;" from the same movie. Although, I had no intentions to write anything, the song has prompted the creative river to flow. So here I am with an astute contemplation over the most incomprehensible thing "Life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always remain awestruck at the inscrutability and beauty of life.I happened to acknowledge a lot of things within and beyond my academics and I believe there is always something or the other new thing to learn, but the day I decipher the esoteric mystry of life, I would consider that day as the day of consummation of my learnings. Till then let me share some of my understandings of living. Life would become so perfect and enticing if we get all that we want. Millions of us are chasing that big dream. Today we want a good job with a handsome pay, tomorrow we would want a good and understanding life partner, later a good house which we would love to furnish in the most ornate and chic way. These wants would never end and that's why we are human beings. But there is no fun in life if we don't have that big long list of stuffs that we want. We get one life to live, so live it to the fullest; ask and ask for as much as you can and the universe is listening to all of us unbiased and willingly, waiting for us to just ask. Enjoy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-3779785007391277349?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/3779785007391277349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-got-up-this-morning-i-wasnt.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/3779785007391277349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/3779785007391277349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-got-up-this-morning-i-wasnt.html' title='A little bit of rumination'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-3502072826389735460</id><published>2009-10-29T17:41:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:57:52.274+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Things to keep in mind before deciding upon where to settle:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/SxKExEDaFYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/MZCLRYIjpck/s1600/house%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409532080861877634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/SxKExEDaFYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/MZCLRYIjpck/s320/house%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since polling on the "Best places to settle in India" is over, I would like to share some of my perspectives. This polling was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;offcourse&lt;/span&gt; for fun, but the real decision requires a lot of reasoning. We simply cannot select a place anywhere at our whims and fancies to settle down.Well, that can be done but the prospects are not going to be comfortable. A few things are to be taken into account before the major decision is taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To begin with, the place should have adequate number of companies and to be very precise,companies that suit your profession, for eg: Bangalore is thronged by big MNCs but a media person will not have much worthwhile to do in Bangalore. Then comes the "cost of living" factor, regardless of the fact how many bucks you bring home. Thirdly, some thought should be given to the climatic conditions and last but not the least please make sure you get good neighbours. Do consider these things before coming to any conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But one thing,at the end of the day no matter where you are; in the scorching deserts of Sahara, in the icy belts of Antarctica or in the dense forests of Congo; you will be happy for sure as long as your loved ones are with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-3502072826389735460?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/3502072826389735460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/10/since-polling-on-best-places-to-settle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/3502072826389735460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/3502072826389735460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/10/since-polling-on-best-places-to-settle.html' title='Things to keep in mind before deciding upon where to settle:)'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/SxKExEDaFYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/MZCLRYIjpck/s72-c/house%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-6372108587790349476</id><published>2009-10-26T20:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:12:43.980+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So finally it's Bangalore turning out to be the best place to settle in India...We will have the final verdict in 2 hours...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-6372108587790349476?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/6372108587790349476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-finally-its-bangalore-turning-out-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/6372108587790349476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/6372108587790349476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-finally-its-bangalore-turning-out-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-5022540011363692183</id><published>2009-10-24T14:33:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:49:02.661+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Business'/><title type='text'>Internet marketing:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/SxKCpK1sZkI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0A1nazpRmCg/s1600/internet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 278px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409529746221196866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/SxKCpK1sZkI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0A1nazpRmCg/s320/internet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am neither a Bohemian nor a maverick but I take immense delight in saying that TV ads do not convince me. I mean Heavens forbid me if I ever think of buying a bike that is portrayed as a big terrifying bison.What are these corporate big shots actually thinking? Do they really think that if they make an ad featuring big &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bollywood&lt;/span&gt; celebrities, masses are going to run and buy their product. I don't think that really happens.What I am trying to suggest is that monetary flash floods should not blind corporate intelligence. That's why I always emphatically talk about innovative means of marketing and promotion which is definitely not through TV ads.Money spent on lavish ad makings can be directed elsewhere. Now,elsewhere would encompass a lot of areas like revamping, innovating etc. But, because my current &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;focus&lt;/span&gt; is upon popularization and promotion of brands,I would blow a few horns about the role &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; marketing through social media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me one thing-What is more believable for you? An ad of a pressure cooker fashioned in the beaches of Bahamas or convincing opinions from common masses posted on a local blog or social sites like twitter or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;face book&lt;/span&gt;. I would go for the later and so would any ordinary person like me. This tells the entire story. Marketing and promotion through &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and social media has become the fashion of current days but its a good one I must say. This has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in turn&lt;/span&gt; given a new turn to the fields of content management. These all take place through very simple steps starting with conceptualizing, letting the creativity jump out of the box, selecting any of the blogs,sites, forums, social sites like orkut, twitter etc. and posting the content and last but not the least getting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;feedback&lt;/span&gt; from common man. This convinces people to go for your brand,your product no matter how ordinary TV ads you put up. Its all about how creatively and enticingly one puts up the content. What all you need to do is just go hunting for geeks mastered in writing and SEO(Search engine otimization-this enables your site or blog to be caught up quickly by search engines). Sounds simple and lucrative? Go for it and you are going to save a lot of bucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The change is imminent and perspectives are widening so subtlety lies in adapting to the new era of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;modern&lt;/span&gt; marketing. People who are averse to marketing through twittering or blogging, give some rest to your minds because your opposition cannot lay any roadblock to the new genre of thoughts in making.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-5022540011363692183?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/5022540011363692183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-neither-bohemian-nor-maverick-but.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/5022540011363692183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/5022540011363692183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-neither-bohemian-nor-maverick-but.html' title='Internet marketing:)'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/SxKCpK1sZkI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0A1nazpRmCg/s72-c/internet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-7293855529980904578</id><published>2009-10-24T13:32:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:57:32.609+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A prayer..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My intuitive skills are increasing day by day. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;guess&lt;/span&gt; meditating hard is really paying off. Though nothing of gargantuan proportion(I heard this word yesterday and it's still on my mind) in terms of career has really happened yet ,I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why I am being swept away by this euphoric intuitive feeling that something of whooping scale is in store for me. I urge the universe to respond to this feeling of mine which I would receive with my open arms. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-7293855529980904578?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/7293855529980904578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/10/prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/7293855529980904578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/7293855529980904578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/10/prayer.html' title='A prayer..'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-648349229471668037</id><published>2009-10-22T12:09:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:55:31.133+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Flawless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/SxKED2dBV9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Hf97m0caw6g/s1600/diamonds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409531304117098450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/SxKED2dBV9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Hf97m0caw6g/s320/diamonds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One movie that enticed me to the very core is "Fawless". I was totally bowled away at the genteel and urbane ways of Miss Quinn. I mean Demi Moore(Miss Quinn in the movie) definitely has her own chic ways of acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For those who haven't seen the movie, a brief description would suffice. Major part of the movie has envisaged London in the 1960's. Those days the phenomenon of women going shoulder to shoulder with men was not very popular. Breaking all the dogmatic strands, stands out Miss Quinn who happens to work as the only female manager at London Diamond(the then world's largest manufacturer of diamonds). An Oxford graduate and an American by birth, Miss Quinn has been portrayed as a very ambitious lady, so into her work that she is in her late 30's and still not locked in wedding ties. There is again Mr Hobbs(by Michael Caine), the night cleaner at London Di. Don't worry they don't fall in love with each other. Mr Hobbs is probably in his 60's or 70's and promulgates ecstatically that he is happily married which later on turns out to be a lie. We will come back to him later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, what happens is that LondonDi earns some notoriety for its activities in South African mines and fears that the Soviets would withdraw their contract with LonDi. Miss Quinn being upset by the fact that she is not being made the managing director in spite of her qualifications and caliber proposes an ingenious Russian Deal to Mr Ashton Croft, owner of the firm. The arrangement entails endurance of the contract in secrecy though publicly they would declare termination of the Russian-LondonDi deal. This ingenuity of the protagonist becomes the bane of her life as the top executives of the firm decide to sack her for the reason that the proposal was terrific and safety laid upon concealing the idea among the top executives, the place that Miss Quinn does not qualify for reasons not understood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here comes the role of Mr Hobbs who comes to know about the above mentioned fact, apprises Miss Quinn of the impending danger(who is still not aware of the conspiracy of her termination) and proposes an idea of robbery from LondonDi.The rest of the story you can find out by actually watching the movie but do see it as there is a lot more to be unraveled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The elegant style of Miss Quinn would certainly mesmerize you. Her smartness and independent nature is likely to give goose-bumps. As the entire thing is featured in the backdrop of 1960's, a particularly specific charm is added to the movie. On one hand is the academic ingenuity of Miss Quinn and on the other is the pragmatic adroitness of Mr Hobbs,whose actual intention for robbery is not money. You can know it for yourself when you actually see the movie. Its a must watch movie so do go for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-648349229471668037?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/648349229471668037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-movie-that-enticed-me-to-very-core.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/648349229471668037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/648349229471668037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-movie-that-enticed-me-to-very-core.html' title='Flawless'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/SxKED2dBV9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Hf97m0caw6g/s72-c/diamonds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-3947825791867358925</id><published>2009-10-21T12:31:00.019+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:01:15.991+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time for Some Banter'/><title type='text'>Clumsiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Clumsiness is something that always associates with me..(Had it been better if I would have written gaucherie?)Never mind..So, today I happened to go to a place (not the places that I frequent). Its a little far away from my house.&lt;strong&gt; "ALL RIGHT"&lt;/strong&gt;, I went to a company for an interview but was as usual late and scheduled it for some other day.I met a couple of girls who became very good friends.But what was I actually writing about..Ahaa! Clumsiness..So lets keep aside all these digressions and talk about me being a gauche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I got down near the company office and started walking inside very confidently..You know that kind of extra confidence that simply conjures up from nowhere when one is awfully tensed.Neways, I had to enter certain details in the visitor's register which I started doing with the same not so required confidence that has got an earlier mention. The over flowing confidence was hindering my capability to write as my hand was shaking at 1000m/s(just a brag)..There was a huge queue waiting behind me. Somehow I managed to write something that would appear Hebrew for sure to the security. Never mind,I started walking inside the campus and after sometime I realized that people were gazing at me. "Was I loking that damsel?"I thought.To my utter disappointment I was not but what I realized was that I wasn't walking,I was literally running. Finally I halted, smiled a little at my ways and started walking again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;These small deeds of clumsiness become irritating for some but when taken on a lighter sense, they become sources of great fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-3947825791867358925?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/3947825791867358925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/10/clumsiness-is-something-that-always.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/3947825791867358925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/3947825791867358925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/10/clumsiness-is-something-that-always.html' title='Clumsiness'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-2123550533674091882</id><published>2009-10-19T23:05:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:44:49.453+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A key to a better life'/><title type='text'>The great learning of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/SuAUNuMZfZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_dvJgr4PNFE/s1600-h/IMG_3424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 117px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395334579560742290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/SuAUNuMZfZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_dvJgr4PNFE/s320/IMG_3424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have earned some notoriety for using difficult words in my writings.This article could probably placate my critics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me share a chronicle of incidents with you that happened sometime in the month of July. Those days I was a little restless because I had this craziness of becoming independent and was religiously looking for a job but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;off course&lt;/span&gt; was not getting lucky. Days were whiling away with no satisfactory result. Even seeing the movie "The Secret", did not come to much aid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then something substantial happened in my life. That night I saw a movie "Under the Tuscan sun" and trust me folks that very movie changed my perspective of life. What I happened to realize was that happiness does not lie in getting all the stuffs that we want because in that way we would be left to languish in sorrow till we get those things. Happiness is ,thus,this feeling that whatever we want has already materialized. Later on I saw the movie "The Secret" once again and then I realized that the idea behind both the movies was same(Probably I needed more demonstration to understand it). We can't go about searching for happiness somewhere outside because it's within us. We can achieve anything and everything by learning to cherish it before it actually happens-that would keep us happy both before and after its materialization. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was totally geared up seeing this movie and started cherishing the fact that what I want has already realized-this made me happy. Within a day or two, out of the blues,I got interview calls for the post of Content Writer, Content Editor and Communication officer from hot shot media companies. I made it through the selection process for the post of Content Writer and Communication officer and was about to join the very next day. That night when I came home I thought that if I could get this,I could get more and thinking that I left those jobs. That's altogether a different story but what I mean is that if I can do this,so can you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is my message to everyone reading this post- Whatever they have portrait in the movie "The Secret" is absolutely true. We can monitor and channelize our lives in whichever direction we want. All that we have to do is to be happy and have the ultimate faith that the things will get materialized for sure. All the best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-2123550533674091882?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/2123550533674091882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-earned-some-notoriety-for-using.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/2123550533674091882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/2123550533674091882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-earned-some-notoriety-for-using.html' title='The great learning of my life'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/SuAUNuMZfZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_dvJgr4PNFE/s72-c/IMG_3424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621498278459061407.post-3354078269087925561</id><published>2009-10-19T00:26:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:48:11.140+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A key to a better life'/><title type='text'>Thrill of the middle path...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/SuAVIe4vmVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Iol8iwz9pUo/s1600-h/IMG_3084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395335589064055122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/SuAVIe4vmVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Iol8iwz9pUo/s320/IMG_3084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have seen a lot of people with demeanor of extreme nature. Some people are so extrovert and vivacious-partying,enjoying,laughing and talking always.There is another breed of people who are so well smugly satisfied with their sombre disposition and slow-paced life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,when I am with no fruitful work to do or probably when I am tired of every day's plebeian tasks,I ponder upon the discrepancies in the nature of these two breeds of people.I believe change is the real spice of life(though in food I would love to have coriander).I mean don't these people get bugged of living the same kind of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life becomes beautiful in true sense only after we have explored its every facet.How could a person who is so complacent with his covertly accessorized lifestyle acknowledge the beauty of exuberance and adventure?Could a person who is sheerly loquacious define the exquisiteness of laconicism? The answer to all such questions would be an indisputable 'NO' and that's because knowing things which do not correspond with our disposition is quite impossible.That's why one must learn the thrill of the middle path. An occasional spendthrift is definitely at a better place than either an extravagant or a stingy, so is an ambivert and so is an occasional whatever you'd like to say..Life is about experiencing starkly different things and having an healthy respect for all such experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have acknowledged the thrill of the middle path and my life has become more enchanting since then.So if you are good with numbers, try to explore the beauty of words and vice-versa and if you are a virtuoso in some field,experience being a rookie in some other.Open your arms and invite all the vividly different experiences and cherish them. Happiness lies in every thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621498278459061407-3354078269087925561?l=thebigleague12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/feeds/3354078269087925561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/10/thrill-of-middle-path.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/3354078269087925561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621498278459061407/posts/default/3354078269087925561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigleague12.blogspot.com/2009/10/thrill-of-middle-path.html' title='Thrill of the middle path...'/><author><name>Vaudeville of exhilaration</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933540823506711911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/TUVQoVDl_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DIvzx1-3uXs/s220/Picture%2B118.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5QBry_gi4s/SuAVIe4vmVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Iol8iwz9pUo/s72-c/IMG_3084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
