<?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-28978394</id><updated>2012-01-29T15:33:05.409-08:00</updated><category term='motivation'/><category term='disappointment'/><category term='Random'/><category term='trek'/><category term='moments'/><category term='Sport'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='Pop Philosophy'/><category term='Visualization'/><category term='Musings'/><category term='Swearing'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='BTDT'/><category term='cricket'/><category term='Yosemite'/><category term='Golf'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='rambling'/><category term='Fear'/><category term='Trap'/><category term='contemplation'/><category term='Instincts'/><title type='text'>Learning for Living</title><subtitle type='html'>Some lessons learnt, some observations, some gyaan and some random trash from my very ordinary life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-4895518087670627253</id><published>2007-12-21T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:10:40.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A time to look back…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s the end of the year. And it’s unusually warm for this time of the year. Kind of similar to the year that’s drawing to a dull end. A year that started with lots of activity – hectic deadlines, weekly travel and the worst weather I have seen so far. With spring came the promise of a new start. The promise lived up to its billing for the first couple of months. But since then it has been all downhill. To be fair, I am not exactly in the dumps… but pretty close, by my standards. If I am not excited about going to work every morning, I might as well not go. And that’s the problem I am trying to put behind me right now. But outside of work, life’s been pretty good. I have enjoyed my time with my mates, traveled a bit – though, not as much as I would have liked to – and read a few good books. All in all a very relaxed year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And that’s what irritates the hell out of me. I don’t need a friggin relaxed year at this time in my life. I need daily excitement. I need challenges that will make me reach out beyond myself. I need to feel the rush!&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/28978394-4895518087670627253?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/4895518087670627253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=4895518087670627253&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/4895518087670627253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/4895518087670627253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2007/12/time-to-look-back.html' title='A time to look back…'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-2915198843097874280</id><published>2007-10-10T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T13:20:47.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visualization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pop Philosophy'/><title type='text'>The tragedy of visualization</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Honey, how do you visualize our first day together after almost a year of separation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sweetie, what do you wanna do on your vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And there are many other innocent-sounding questions like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't answer them. It's a goddamn trap.&lt;br /&gt;What I would like to say to the 2 sample questions above, respectively, is...&lt;br /&gt;- Mmmmm, order home delivery, light a fire, throw the rug down on the floor and fuck like minks!&lt;br /&gt;- Why do I need a plan? It's a vacation, innit???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead what I end up mumbling is something like...&lt;br /&gt;- Sweetheart I just wanna hold you close and whisper sweet nothings in your ears and make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;- I'd love to hire a boat and take you out on a ride to a secluded island&lt;br /&gt;And she goes... that choooo chhhwwweeeeet. Tell me in more detail. How do you really see it happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crash! Bang! Whump!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visualizing a moment before it's time is a cardinal sin that one should always be wary of. I have ruined many beautiful moments because I saw them over and over in anticipation and then sulked in the actual moment coz it did not turn out to be what I had thought. So much for the power of visualization. It's a trap we all fall for invariably and often repeatedly. And although the examples above relate to relationships, the rule applies equally well to professional situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live in the moment. It's the greatest because you are alive and ensures good memories even if the future is not so rosy. Good memories are good karma - you owe them to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-2915198843097874280?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/2915198843097874280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=2915198843097874280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/2915198843097874280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/2915198843097874280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2007/10/tragedy-of-visualization.html' title='The tragedy of visualization'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-7547481927879727730</id><published>2007-09-11T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T14:09:23.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swearing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Swearing is good for health</title><content type='html'>I like swearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good loud swear is like a roaring ringing sneeze - leaves a wake of distressed neighbours, but relieves you like nothing else can, at that precise moment. Everytime I let one out, I feel lighter. I feel happier for having dumped my load of unhappiness instead of lugging it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that my assertions are hardly convincing. So here are some situations for you. Tell me what words come to your mouth before anything else in response...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your Wintel machine hangs on you just when you are wrapping up a long email. Of course MS didn't save the draft for you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put on your best party dress, step out in the breezy, minty, fresh from rain night and SPLAT! A car just passed by and one of it's wheels happened to slice through the nearby puddle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have sliced or hooked your last 5 shots at the driving range. A hottie in the shortest of shorts walks up 2 mats from you. You barely have the time to admire her legs and whack - she drives a perfect 160 yards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you feel like it, just let it rip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must add a disclaimer here though - don't swear loudly in Hindi! Some languages lend themselves naturally to swearing - Hindi is NOT one of them. A crass word in Hindi is just that - crass. You won't get any emotional support or understanding if you let out a loud BC, MC or other such dignified phrases. Having said that, I must also add that I find it really funny to observe the hypocrisy that most modern Indian women seem to display these days - it's fine to say fuck, asshole, bitch, whatever in English, but don't you dare utter a gaali in Hindi. It's just not acceptable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I have seen exceptions to this too. In b-school you will see gals swearing in Hindi with as much venom or emotion as a guy can muster in the same situation. Rumour has it that girls outdo the guys by a fair margin and flair in this dept at the annual competition between XLRI and IIM-C. Now there's a reason to clear CAT or XAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you thought swearing is just about hate or anger, listen to this anthem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AjgArB7PKTU" width="425" height="353" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how can one forget Osho's take on the versatility of the word "FUCK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6D7rWLzloOI" width="425" height="353" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-7547481927879727730?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/7547481927879727730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=7547481927879727730&amp;isPopup=true' title='133 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/7547481927879727730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/7547481927879727730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2007/09/swearing-if-good-for-health.html' title='Swearing is good for health'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>133</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-2836198338351963205</id><published>2007-09-07T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T08:58:05.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know it's time...</title><content type='html'>You know it's time to start looking for a job when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 executives are sitting and chatting about at the breakfast table for the last 15 mins in the cafeteria at 9am on a Tuesday morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When all the thrones in the restroom are always occupied&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When replying to an email within the hour is considered prompt response&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you can't find time on someone's calendar for a week, but keep running into him in the restroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When your boss starts explaining consulting, when he actually means implementation and tracking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the parking lot is almost half-empty at 8:45 on a Friday and even worse at 4:30 in the afternoon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you have been listening to monologues in meetings and are going in circles within the first 10 mins of a 1-hr meeting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When follow-up is required even after an edict has been issued by the top dog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-2836198338351963205?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/2836198338351963205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=2836198338351963205&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/2836198338351963205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/2836198338351963205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-know-its-time.html' title='You know it&apos;s time...'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-4562725949108466982</id><published>2007-08-30T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T14:29:12.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cricket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointment'/><title type='text'>3 wkts in 32 overs? NO CAN DO SIR!!!</title><content type='html'>That's what Team India said at Old Trafford today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you saw a bowling attack so fuckin incapable of bowling wicket-taking deliveries? And this is supposed to be the pride and joy of more than a billion people - the Indian Cricket Team, HA!!! They almost did the unthinkable today when RP and Dhoni ran out Collingwood! And I thought this one's in the bag... well, so much for confidence and faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it... I am not gonna follow the Indian cricket team anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-4562725949108466982?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/4562725949108466982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=4562725949108466982&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/4562725949108466982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/4562725949108466982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2007/08/3-wkts-in-32-overs-no-can-do-sir.html' title='3 wkts in 32 overs? NO CAN DO SIR!!!'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-1194350438107492133</id><published>2007-08-24T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T14:41:05.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Instincts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golf'/><title type='text'>A ball, a stick and some Instincts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Golf is a funny game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one school of golf which swears by the art and technique of a swing. And the swing is the end-all be-all of the sport for them. Everything else falls in right if you master the swing! But of course no one has the ideal swing. Would it be Tiger's? Or would it be Nickalus'?Or would it be mine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then there's the other school of thought which says there is a ball, there is a club and there's instinct. Everything else happens if you just hit the ball with the club. The club is angled to provide the trajectory to the shot. The ball is stationary, so just aim for the right spot on the ball. And let your instinct take over, just like a child would hit a ball with a stick! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I started off getting indoctrinated into the first school because I took golf lessons last year at ISB. And of course all instructors only talk about the swing! But over the last couple of months, I have just been swinging alone at the range near my office. And I am beginning to let instinct take over. I see the ball, I hit the ball. But there's still technique to it. It's not all wild heaving. I still have to work on the angle at which my arm comes down. And I certainly have to work on keeping my wrists steady. The easiest thing to do by instinct is to let the wrists control the shot at the time of impact. DON'T DO THAT! It can only lead to sore wrists within a couple of days. And then instincts, or no instincts, you don't wanna hit the driving range when it hurts with every swing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just like with most other sports, a good blend of technique and instinct will probably serve me better than either one alone. I guess somewhere along the way I had simply forgotten that Golf is also a sport!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-1194350438107492133?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/1194350438107492133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=1194350438107492133&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/1194350438107492133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/1194350438107492133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2007/08/ball-stick-and-some-instincts.html' title='A ball, a stick and some Instincts...'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-6547619545947265076</id><published>2007-08-15T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T11:57:51.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>...because, it's there!</title><content type='html'>On top of the peak, after an arduous 6-hr climb, I lay exhausted... soaking up the sun. And I thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I want to climb this peak? Was it prove my fitness to myself? I could have done that in the gym or in the pool... didn't need to take a 3-day trip to Yosemite for that! Maybe I did it just to break the monotony of an urban existence... maybe. The simple answer is that I did it&lt;br /&gt;- because the peak was there to be taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we want to surf gigantic 100 foot waves in the pacific?&lt;br /&gt;- because the waves are there to be conquered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we want to explore space?&lt;br /&gt;- because it's all around us challenging us constantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does one need to sail across the world?&lt;br /&gt;- because the winds and the seas are there to be explored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I want to trek the Himalayas one day?&lt;br /&gt;- because it's there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to most adventurous undertakings in our lives is pretty simple.&lt;br /&gt;We do it... because it's there!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-6547619545947265076?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/6547619545947265076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=6547619545947265076&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/6547619545947265076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/6547619545947265076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2007/08/because-its-there.html' title='...because, it&apos;s there!'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-9064435738159520485</id><published>2007-08-14T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T21:39:58.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BTDT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yosemite'/><title type='text'>Half Dome Conquered!</title><content type='html'>16 mile (25.6 km) round trip hike&lt;br /&gt;8800 ft above sealevel&lt;br /&gt;900 ft of almost vertical climb in the end&lt;br /&gt;   - 500 ft of knee-jarring foot high steps&lt;br /&gt;   - 400 ft of near vertical body haul supported by 2 cables&lt;br /&gt;11 hrs of continuous walking&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A breath of fresh air at the top to wipe out the fatigue&lt;br /&gt;A dip in the cold stream to wash off the grime&lt;br /&gt;The smile on my face along with the pain in my legs... PRICELESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/yose/planyourvisit/halfdome.htm"&gt;The Trek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/pratik.patankar/YosemiteAug07"&gt;Pics from the Yosemite Trip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-9064435738159520485?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/9064435738159520485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=9064435738159520485&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/9064435738159520485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/9064435738159520485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2007/08/half-dome-conquered.html' title='Half Dome Conquered!'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-7332213577976858280</id><published>2007-08-06T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T12:45:07.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cricket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moments'/><title type='text'>Moments on a green field</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The simple joys of cricket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. A beautiful outswinger - pitched on middle, squaring up the batsman and swinging late to sneak past the outside edge to clip the top of off stump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. A perfect toe-crusher hitting the base of middle and leg and toppling the hapless batsmen in a futile attempt to dig it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. A well-anticipated bouncer hooked perfectly to the fine leg fence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. A wristy flick to send the ball soaring high over the square leg fence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. An inside-out six over cover to a leggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. A backfoot punch beating the cover fielder in a race to the extra cover boundary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. A high-backlift straight drive between the bowler and the umpire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. A searing upper cut over point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. A cherry plucked out of thin air at gully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. A left-arm quick jagging one back in to take out the middle stump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;11. A prowler at point pouncing on a square cut and breaking the timber at the non-striker's end in one smooth motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;12. A flowing cover-drive from a south-paw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There is skill, talent, instinct, intellect and above all a competitive spirit in every moment of this glorious sport...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-7332213577976858280?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/7332213577976858280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=7332213577976858280&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/7332213577976858280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/7332213577976858280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2007/08/moments-on-green-field.html' title='Moments on a green field'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-7940211564912136758</id><published>2007-07-31T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T20:46:23.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Period of Consequences?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Global Warming - it's a burning issue right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.climatecrisis.net/"&gt;An Inconvenient Truth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. And I turned it off half-way through. It was too intense for me to let it pass by as just another documentary. I will finish the remainder of the movie tomorrow. And I am sure I will buy it so that I can go back to it many many more times in future. Every few minutes, this film throws up a bit of information to rattle you. The CO2 levels and consequently the global temperature going through the roof - and this roof is relative to the last 650,000 years of earth's existence. The polar ice caps are melting. In 50 years, there will be NO ICE at the poles during summer. For me personally the poles of the earth have always conjured up visions of ice as far as the eye can see, explorers on sledges and polar bears. The largest ice shelf on the earth recently broke in half. It just snapped, couldn't take it anymore. In 50 years from now, at currently increasing rates of warming, we cannot imagine what will the earth be like. Will there be any humans left to imagine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is increasing chatter about geoengineering as a potential solution for all our environmental problems. There is a lot of political debate going on whether humans should tamper with nature any further in the name of survival? The argument is that we have already tampered with nature by releasing greenhouse gases and CO2 that will stay for throusands of years to come. So why not take it to the next step to prevent some of the repurcussions? And how exactly do we propose to control the damage? Well the ideas range from ridiculous - setting up giant space mirrors to reflect sunlight back, since the ice won't be around to do that - to the horrendous - alteration of rainfall patterns through seeding of clouds or creation of vast artificial water bodies where none exists now. One can only imagine what the scientists will have to say if the rains went out of control or if the artificial water body upset the local ecosystem - they would say "OOPS, my bad! But this was not supposed to happen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, do I have anything more than my cynicism to offer? Unfortunately, the short answer is NO. And the reason is that I don't think it is possible to go back to a non-polluting way of living on a mass scale. Progress as we have defined it over the years can come only at a price. I cannot imagine life without electricity, mass and quick transportation, telecom and global trade. It is possible to achieve this on an individual basis, but not on a global scale. So, I reluctantly agree that geoengineering might be our best bet as of now. Until further research in the name of dilligence throws up something more potent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we staring at a "period of consequences" as Churchill put it so bluntly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-7940211564912136758?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/7940211564912136758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=7940211564912136758&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/7940211564912136758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/7940211564912136758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2007/07/period-of-consequences.html' title='A Period of Consequences?'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-4740213557554233164</id><published>2007-07-30T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T13:06:24.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><title type='text'>Jo dar gaya.... woh mar gaya!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fear is such a primal emotion that it can bring out the best and the worst in us.&lt;br /&gt;Fear of an enemy - it can force you into resignation even before the start of a fight&lt;br /&gt;Fear of death - it can motivate you to your greatest escape&lt;br /&gt;Fear of stagnation - it can lead you to the most adventurous journeys&lt;br /&gt;Fear of truth - it can force you to create your own universe of lies&lt;br /&gt;Fear of rejection - it can make you a second-hand individual (all you Ayn Rand fanatics will understand this)&lt;br /&gt;Fear of destiny - it can rot your very core and suck all ambition out of you&lt;br /&gt;Fear of loss - it can debase you to crave victory at any cost and by any means. It can bring out the animal in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, there is such a thin line between fear and belief, between fear and confidence, between fear and courage, between life and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabbar ne sach kaha tha - Jo dar gaya, woh mar gaya! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-4740213557554233164?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/4740213557554233164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=4740213557554233164&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/4740213557554233164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/4740213557554233164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2007/07/jo-dar-gaya-woh-mar-gaya.html' title='Jo dar gaya.... woh mar gaya!!!'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-787658261443928062</id><published>2007-07-26T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T08:19:20.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of 73,44,000 seconds and 6 books</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My last post is almost 3 months old as I am typing this out. In the 73,44,000 seconds that have elapsed since then, what have I achieved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To tell you the truth, there is nothing to write about all those millions of wasted seconds. I warmed my chair at work during weekdays. Went to the gym or played squash during weeknights. Played cricket and watched movies on weekends. No travel, no new activity, no challenges, no break from the routine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But yes, I did read a few good books during this passage of time. Anderson Cooper fascinated me with his &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dispatches-Edge-Memoir-Disasters-Survival/dp/0061136689/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/102-1676909-3131332?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1185482532&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Dispatches from the Edge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Bill Bryson humored me with his adventurous &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Walk-Woods-Rediscovering-America-Appalachian/dp/0307279464/ref=sr_1_6/102-1676909-3131332?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;qid=1185482574&amp;amp;sr=1-6"&gt;Walk in the Woods&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; And he is dazzling me with mundane facts in &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Short-History-Nearly-Everything/dp/076790818X/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2/102-1676909-3131332?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1185482574&amp;sr=1-2"&gt;A Short History of Nearly Everything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Chris Anderson's exploration of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/LONG-TAIL-FUTURE-BUSINESS-SELLING/dp/1401302378/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/102-1676909-3131332?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;qid=1185482619&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Long Tail&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;was captivating to say the least. And Ashok Banker had me craving for more through the&lt;em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Prince-Ayodhya-Ramayana-Book-I/dp/0446530921/ref=sr_1_4/102-1676909-3131332?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;amp;qid=1185482773&amp;sr=1-4"&gt;Prince of Ayodhya&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; the first book of his 6-volume Ramayana series. Oh, and Michael Lewis, he of the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Liars-Poker-Rising-Through-Wreckage/dp/0140143459/ref=sr_1_14/105-2823844-7674863?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;qid=1185722062&amp;amp;sr=1-14"&gt;Liar's Poker &lt;/a&gt;fame, also had me eating out of his hands with &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Next-Future-Just-Happened-Market/dp/0393323528/ref=sr_1_5/105-2823844-7674863?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1185722062&amp;sr=1-5"&gt;Next&lt;/a&gt;, and collection of groundbreaking stories from the early days of the internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, is that justice to the 3 months of supposedly wasted time? Yeah, I think so! Although I would have been happy to finish at least 2/3 more page-turners. But then page-turners are a hard breed to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-787658261443928062?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/787658261443928062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=787658261443928062&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/787658261443928062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/787658261443928062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2007/07/of-7344000-seconds-and-6-books.html' title='Of 73,44,000 seconds and 6 books'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-9036225911460592031</id><published>2007-05-02T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T14:34:17.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another usless(?) list...</title><content type='html'>Things that absolutely frustrate me and make me want to rip my hair out…&lt;br /&gt;-         not having enough work to occupy the entire day&lt;br /&gt;-         moments when I feel incapable of any thought, not because I am exhausted, but because there simply isn’t anything I am thinking about. Absolute BLANK!&lt;br /&gt;-         People not taking ownership of their tasks&lt;br /&gt;-         Being dependent on others for info and them stalling despite being aware of the discomfort it’s causing me&lt;br /&gt;-         Lack of respect for other’s time&lt;br /&gt;-         Asking for help without having explored the options thereby undermining one’s own intellect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been guilty of some of the above. Other points, I have gathered from others’ behaviour. But does it help to make a list such as the one above? That’s like asking whether contemplation helps. Of course it helps…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I know now what bothers me and what factors I should keep in mind when making a decision and even in day-to-day life. Identifying the cause of frustration definitely goes a long way in relieving the anxiety. And it makes me more tolerant towards myself and more importantly towards others…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-9036225911460592031?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/9036225911460592031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=9036225911460592031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/9036225911460592031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/9036225911460592031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-usless-list.html' title='Another usless(?) list...'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-8668605262328512089</id><published>2007-05-02T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T09:30:21.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peer production and its impact</title><content type='html'>Flickr acquired by Yahoo for anywhere between 30 to 50 Million dollars&lt;br /&gt;YouTube acquired by Google for 1.5 Billion dollars&lt;br /&gt;Facebook received a Billion dollar bid from Yahoo… and 750 million before that from Viacom. Not bad for a 3-yr old startup. By the way, the 23-yr old CEO and his angel investor think it is worth far more. So they did NOT sell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You either have to have balls of titanium or you have to be nuts to refuse those offers. He is probably both…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is it about the Web 2.0 companies that is pushing these deals into outer space? Are their so called social networks really worth so much?  Let’s think about it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What value does Facebook bring to the table through its “30 million and counting” members? Or does the fact that is it the sixth largest website on the net make any difference (1% of the entire traffic on the web goes to Facebook)? Maybe the loyalty factor adds some value (almost half the members visit Facebook every single day!). Or consider the fact that it is largest photo site (6 million photographs uploaded everyday), even bigger than dedicated photo-sharing sites like Flickr. So, you got millions of connected users forming millions of virtual communities around common grounds and areas of interest… big friggin deal??? YOU BET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will get an idea of the potential, if you…&lt;br /&gt;-         try to quantify the reach of this massive network&lt;br /&gt;-         think about the targeted advertising potential of this site&lt;br /&gt;-         visualize the buying potential of this motley group of people&lt;br /&gt;-         imagine the media penetration achievable through this audience&lt;br /&gt;-         think about the possibilities for social research – latest trends, fashion, opinion&lt;br /&gt;-         comprehend the power of this lobby, if it were to come together for a cause&lt;br /&gt;-         IMAGINE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever visualized the power of peer production… it just happened… like all other quantum jumps in human progress. This phenomenon that started with the open source movement is now beginning to challenge the very core of proprietary software and thereby reshaping the assumptions behind the traditional way of doing business and making money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bigger question being raised here is – is it necessary to have proprietary products or access to limited information to be able to make money? Is collaborative software and peer production ushering the end of software products as we know them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-8668605262328512089?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/8668605262328512089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=8668605262328512089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/8668605262328512089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/8668605262328512089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2007/05/peer-production-and-its-impact.html' title='Peer production and its impact'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-94412890097540040</id><published>2007-04-25T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T14:56:24.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Take your pick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life's a bitch... or perhaps a beach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;perhaps you want a bit of both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A high paying cushy job... or the grime and glory of pursuing a dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mind you the glory is not guaranteed. But those who start loving the grime don't give a flying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;f%#$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; about the glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A wardrobe full of brands for yourself... or spending that fat paycheck for a cause...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;yes it's fashionable to do the latter and then go to the club to sip a few bottles of wine over self-gloating narratives. Spend it on the brands, the deprived of the world don't need your charity... they will survive anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Travel for pleasure... or travel home to meet the people who matter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;that's a relatively more acute issue for all you expats. Take that pleasure trip, your folks will still be there when you get back. But if you can, take them along stupid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A good book on a lazy afternoon... or a smashing workout...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;this one isn't necessarily an individual choice. So I am gonna go with that classic answer... IT DEPENDS! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Girl next door... or the hot-bod at the gym...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;look closer, the one next door may have an equally hot bod ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I suppose it's not about choices all the time. It is possible to marry the 2 sides and make it more beneficial for all. That would translate to expanding the pie by bringing the pieces together. And therein lies the skill...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So where's that girl next door??? ;)&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/28978394-94412890097540040?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/94412890097540040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=94412890097540040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/94412890097540040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/94412890097540040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2007/04/take-your-pick.html' title='Take your pick...'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-117012476252426542</id><published>2007-01-29T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T18:39:22.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You put a woman on a pedestal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And sure enough, she is gonna fall from it someday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But whose fall is it anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-117012476252426542?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/117012476252426542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=117012476252426542&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/117012476252426542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/117012476252426542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2007/01/fall.html' title='The fall...'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-116918550123643824</id><published>2007-01-18T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T21:45:01.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion never fades away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I see her standing in the corner of the room, leaning effortlessly against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;The curve of her hips, jutting out tantalizingly – perfect, inviting a soft caress.&lt;br /&gt;The slender neck – almost fragile, and surprisingly sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers tremble with anticipation as I reach out to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her response – instantaneous.&lt;br /&gt;Her intensity – matching mine. Soft purring for a feather-touch, a loud scream if I force her.&lt;br /&gt;The fit – she almost molds into my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I begin to explore, I realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her purpose – to give me joy, to just obey my commands.&lt;br /&gt;She won’t – do anything on her own.&lt;br /&gt;But she will – make music, if only I can, with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am obviously still in love&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;With the &lt;em&gt;Guitar&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/28978394-116918550123643824?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/116918550123643824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=116918550123643824&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116918550123643824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116918550123643824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2007/01/passion-never-fades-away.html' title='Passion never fades away...'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-116909419809476931</id><published>2007-01-17T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T20:25:56.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Find your Everest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What does it take to get to the roof of the world? Before you start counting the money (yes because there are guided tours available for a few thousand dollars) let me tell you that I am not talking about a guided tour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What does it take to actually climb the mountain, the hard way? More than anything else, I think you have to be insane! Insane about wanting to attempt to breathe at almost the same altitude as a Boeing Jet cruises on cross-continent flights. Insane about backing yourself against the thundering gales and snowstorms that come out of nowhere within a matter of hours! Insane about shivering and sweating at the same time coz the sun won't relent and the temperature won't rise. Insane about trying to force food down your throat when swallowing your own spit takes an effort. Insane about risking life and limb to frostbite, bypothermia, HACE and HAPE. Insane enough to be able to walk by more than a 100 corpses that line the slopes of Sagarmatha! Insane enough for you???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So why have so many people attempted to conquer the peak since it was discovered to be the highest peak of the world? I suppose there are some humans who are always motivated by the seemingly impossible. It lends a prupose to their lives. Some are gifted. Some are just plain hard-asses with their brains jammed halfway up their backsides. No amount of cajoling will turn them away from a waiting grave on the treachorous slopes. But irrespective of which category you belong to you have to be out of your mind to even contemplate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The mountain tests you in every possible way before letting you to the top. But one breath of the rarified air on the top can wash away all the fatigue - until your start descending from the top. And therein lies the secret - that getting to the top is only half the battle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, find your own Everest and carve a life out of that meaningless existence!&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/28978394-116909419809476931?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/116909419809476931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=116909419809476931&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116909419809476931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116909419809476931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2007/01/find-your-everest.html' title='Find your Everest'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-116883810327633712</id><published>2007-01-14T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:15:03.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind the gap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is vital to mind the gap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The gap between,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;what you thought you would achieve and how you would change the world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and what you achieved when you took the first backward glance at 30!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-116883810327633712?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/116883810327633712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=116883810327633712&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116883810327633712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116883810327633712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2007/01/mind-gap.html' title='Mind the gap...'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-116658756241698481</id><published>2006-12-19T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:10:42.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to move ass again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What motivates me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- used to be sports when I was a kid - anything competitive to get the adrenalin going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- then for sometime it was electronics - I mean the challenge of making new circuits, typical jr. college days.. ya know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- then it was extra-curricular activities - coz that meant expansion of friend circle beyond the college gang and beyond just engineers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- then came the glory days of coding - yeah, technical challenges were fun... there's something about the joy of having resolved a nagging technical issue. Remember that calculus problem you just cudn't figure out for 2-3 hrs and then the solution flashed upon you like a sun peeping out of the clouds. It's the same feeling... so the coding days are kind of an extension of college days, at least mine were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- however that fascination faded away too. I was more motivated by people issues, rather than tech issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- at b-school the whole year was motivated by meeting more fascinating people every new day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- and now, it's back to the grind. So what now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Off late, thoughts have been drifting towards doing something of my own. Yeah, it's vague right now - no structure whatsoever to any idea, nor is there any semblance of any groundwork. Work's a bit rustic right now - feel jaded even after spending 12 busy hours at office. No challenges at all! It's funny - I find time for more things when there is less free time. The busier I am at work, the more time I spend on reading and thinking about other things too! Having free time makes me lazy - procrastinating has never been difficult for me. But I think I am reaching that stage now where I am gonna wake up on the right side of the bed someday - someday soon!&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/28978394-116658756241698481?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/116658756241698481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=116658756241698481&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116658756241698481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116658756241698481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/12/time-to-move-ass-again.html' title='Time to move ass again!'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-116607175350414612</id><published>2006-12-13T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T20:49:13.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a new serial on TBS - it's called My Boys. It's about a girl and her friends - all guys! So it's got the usual load of girl-guy fun, tons of advice on relationships and the usual friendship vs love vs life thing. Yet, it's different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess a girl who has always felt comfortable being friends with guys would understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But come to think of it, I know a few girls who are more comfortable being friends with guys, than they are with other girls. I have heard this from my ex-girlfriend, my friends and other guys - it's easier to make friends with guys! And when more than 2 guys hang out together, jealousy is not an issue. Jealousy could become an issue - but only at a collective level. One guy in the group getting jealous of someone else coz of some third person getting close to that someone else - nah, that don't happen between guys. I think the primary reason that guys bond better on a collective level is coz of the lack of expectations and feelings. Guys understand that we don't poke into each other's emotions. There are times when you let a guy be by himself, as opposed to hugging him and trying to blackmail his thoughts out of him - while he is squirming around in his seat. You do that - and I bet that's the last you gonna see of him in the group. Every1 in the group has their own space. I think the American concept of personal space holds really well in this theory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, if you got a group of buddies like that by your side, even hell can be a lot of fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-116607175350414612?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/116607175350414612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=116607175350414612&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116607175350414612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116607175350414612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-boys.html' title='My Boys...'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-116589659739606911</id><published>2006-12-11T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T20:09:57.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aap ki kashish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok... this is not a romantic post... not even a post about a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just happens to be the song I am tuned in to right now Raaga. Well, why a Himessssssssss song of all the thousand options??? Coz it reminds me of Sarovar. Yeah, it's hard to believe, but sometimes you miss even the crappy things in life... coz the crappy things make others around them more enjoyable! If it weren't for Sarovar, I would have never had so many Maggi and Chai sessions behind I-block with the Haraamkhori Club of I-block SV3!!! Yeah, a hot cup of chai with tons of bakar - that's what I miss most here in the cold room of the Marriott Courtyard in Pittsburgh. Never thot a name could fit a place to such an extent - this place is really The Pitts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pradhan - in your honor, I am gonna listen to "Sutta" right now! Unfortunately can't play it on full blast - but what the heck - I am sure you appreciate the feelings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-116589659739606911?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/116589659739606911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=116589659739606911&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116589659739606911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116589659739606911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/12/aap-ki-kashish.html' title='Aap ki kashish...'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-116373189786634245</id><published>2006-11-16T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T18:51:37.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running, fighting, breaking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wonder why you get tired at the end of a hard day merely sitting in front of a laptop? Well there are the physiological reasons on one side which explain the obvious. But then who likes obvious answers. Consider what we, the modern-day knowledge workers, do all day in our consulting and revolutionary IT endeavors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters we have to break down barriers or walls to engage fruitfully with our ever-changing clients and colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;Then we are perennially chasing deadlines – one after the other after another.&lt;br /&gt;And when we are not chasing something/someone down, we are probably fire-fighting or nailing down issues.&lt;br /&gt;And of course we are always building consensus around something – more often than not its about the next dinner venue. But we still need to build it, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much running and fighting and breaking and chasing and building, is it a wonder that we are tired by the end of the day? I must say that English language offers so much room for creativity with words that one can easily concoct an illusion of hyper-activity with mere phrases. So next time someone says they are ready to drop-dead by the end of an avg work-day ask them if they have been actually working or indulging in word-play…&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/28978394-116373189786634245?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/116373189786634245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=116373189786634245&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116373189786634245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116373189786634245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/11/running-fighting-breaking.html' title='Running, fighting, breaking...'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-116241144094966720</id><published>2006-11-01T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T12:04:00.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogfest</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://alienwan.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Warikoo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;has been working on this idea of a photography competition, along with a couple of other good fellas from the ISB Alumni body. I think it’s a great initiative from this ever-enterprising, over-enthusiastic, always-ready-to-provide-a-shoulder-to-ladies buddy of mine. And it will give every1 something to look fwd to at Solstice – apart from the booze, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But he is not the theme of the post – sorry Pappu, some other time. I was browsing around as usual and was reading the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.fastcompany.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FastCompany blogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. There’s a Bathroom Blogfest going on there right now. It has a bunch of ladies writing about their experiences, ideas, suggestions and incidents – all dealing with the ladies room! And boy, can that topic spawn creativity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I am thinking – &lt;strong&gt;why not have an ISB Blogfest&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Majority of ISBians write blogs – and the number is only increasing with every batch. Check out the ISBleague if you don’t believe me. So how about that blogfest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I Pause here and think about it for 2 mins, a zillion ideas pop right out…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We could start with “unique things about life@ISB”. Being a different planet that the campus is, this should be an easy one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Onto something more interesting – Bathroom habits of my roomie that really piss me off! There’s bound to be some, since there’s 1 bathroom for every pair of roomies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;One could also create a tongue-in-cheek forum to pass messages to the administration – how to make Shahrukh more accountable? What does Sridevi really do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;One could always have a jargon fest – but with a twist – include only those incidents where the jargon backfired royally. Or application of abstract mgmt theories to everyday life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There could be some productive usage too – takeaways from each term – academic only! Boy, would this be useful for placements or what! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And if it works out well within ISB, who’s to stop you from taking it beyond ISB? Clubs can organize a competition in the form of a blogfest. Announce it, publicize it and release the topic with a 2-hr window to accept entries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagine what a colorful window it will offer to the world about life at ISB…&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/28978394-116241144094966720?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/116241144094966720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=116241144094966720&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116241144094966720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116241144094966720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/11/blogfest.html' title='Blogfest'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-116217776270044817</id><published>2006-10-29T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T19:09:22.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Borsalino test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Humans can't stop doing it to each other. They must validate every relationship they have. Not once, not twice, but over and over again - over the time that a relationship lasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The last time you sat with your mates did you notice that one of your pals is slightly off-colour? (s)he is not laughing with the same gusto. You notice it for over an hour and you wanna know why! You ask, but the topic is brushed off. The splinter starts to grow. Am I not good enough for him/her to share the info with me? You need validation. Your pal's problem may not matter after that - it's between you 2 now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's not even go that far. How about a new acquaintance that you meet? You find the person exciting to talk to. You see this person making good conversation with your other frenz. But will (s)he make it to the inner circle? And in comes the test! Its almost involuntary. You observe this person in different settings, with your frenz around, with just you alone, with other people, with strtangers - judging all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In matters of lurv, it's gets even better, or worse if you prefer! You gotta watch every step, every syllable you utter, every excuse you make for not calling through the day(and god help you if you said you were too busy to call), even every call you don't make! There's a question lurking around every corner. And the stupidity of it all is that each one of us wants to pass all the tests. So we strive, we fall in love and we hope to rise. We fall to pitifull depths in an effort to please the other. We lose friends and even family at times. But we console ourselves it is all worth it. Most loves go through this phase. The next time you are going through one, pause and think about it. Passing the test is probably not worth the effort... or even the result - if it can only give you a claustrophobic existence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However an intelligent conversation that unknowingly becomes a means of validation of another's intelligence and potential can be a positive form of such behaviour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, we all go through them and all of us subject others to them - all the time! Life is a series of Borsalino tests!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: The title was picked up from the novel Shantaram. Read it, if you haven't yet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-116217776270044817?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/116217776270044817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=116217776270044817&amp;isPopup=true' title='104 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116217776270044817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116217776270044817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/10/borsalino-test.html' title='The Borsalino test'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>104</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-116214423966251156</id><published>2006-10-29T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T09:50:39.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latin anyone???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been fascinated by Latin - on and off, as I encounter interesting phrases used in movies, mags, books, etc. Some popular ones are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Carpe Diem - Seize the day -- Definitely one of my favorites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mea Culpa - by my fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Locus standi - the right to be heard in court&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Magan cum laude - with great honour, usually with academic distinction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quo vadis - where are you going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Reductio ad absurdum - reduction to the absurd. Used as "proving the truth of a proposition by falsifying all the alternatives".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Veni, vidi, vici - I came, I saw, I conquered!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;And then there are some rather interesting ones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In vino veritas - in wine there is truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;     Oh yeah baby, there's no denying that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Memento mori - remember that you have to die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Multus amicus, nullus amicus - A friend to all is a friend to none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;     Ye all who think life's a popularity contest, think again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I tried to translate some common phrases to latin, resulting in this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Know yourself - Teneo vestri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are not alone - vos es non unus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is beautiful - vita est decorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Live like a king - ago amo a rex rgis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The truth is out there -  verum est sicco illic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Made for each other - no pro invicem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stop wasting your time - subsisto populatio vestri vicis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Get a life - adepto a vita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;hello, why are you still reading? :P&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/28978394-116214423966251156?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/116214423966251156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=116214423966251156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116214423966251156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116214423966251156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/10/latin-anyone.html' title='Latin anyone???'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-116191440093911924</id><published>2006-10-26T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T19:00:00.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Web 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Internet today, is different from the original Net. I am not even comparing it to ARPAnet, the network of defense systems that spawned the internet. That was merely a network of computers. That’s going a bit too far back. Just compare it to what the internet was a decade ago. The net that we see today, despite still being a network of computers, is much more than just that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early net was all about ease of communication. Email was the hottest thing then. Then came the era of double-clicks! Portals spawned everywhere. All they did was assimilate a summary of information on specific topics and provide you with a zillion different links to click your way to death. And by the time you were on your 10th click-through, you lost track of what you were looking for in the first place. You would start looking for information on nuclear disasters and end up on a breast-augmentation website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we have Web 2.0. Yes, in hindsight, the tehnocrati of our wired world have labeled the original net as Web 1.0. Web  2.0 is all about collaborative computing using the web itself as a platform enabling everything else as web services. The shining stars of Web 2.0 are Google, Skype, Wikipedia, del.icio.us, Orkut, Flickr… you get the drift, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s different? Well compare the above names to their peers from the bygone era – Google vs Altavista, Skype vs ???, Wikipedia vs Britannica,  del.icio.us vs  IE Favorites, Orkut vs ???, Flickr vs Ofoto. You see, some of them don’t even have comparables. Google’s adsense has blasted every other search engine out of the solar system. Skype turned the telecom industry on its head. Who goes to Britannica anymore? Where do you look for friends now – on Orkut or on Yahoo People Search? And sharing photographs was never so much fun as it is with Flickr. Every single one of them works on network effects! Their value is in the number of users. And its not surprising that all of them incidentally provide the highest levels of service too. Well, for more and more people to subscribe to a service, it has to be superlative. It has to be good enough to be recommended to friends and family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, makes one wonder, what next??? Google, today, probably has more “relevant”  data on you than you know about yourself. We store all our information online. We blog about ourselves and blogroll others. We tag others’ photographs and pages and leave comments everywhere. We have links leading back to us from every page that we visit. And everywhere there is a history about us – I think that’s a serious abuse of the word “history”. With all this info in the public domain, is it surprising that identity thefts are on the rise? Is the day too far when we may have intelligent machines gathering data on individuals and analyzing it in the name of customizing? And let us acknowledge that all of us want the convenience of single sign-on. How convenient would that be, as opposed to memorizing a gazillion user ids and pwds. Well, be glad that you don’t have a single sign-on coz that will put you at maximum risk. One theft of your ID and pwd and your life will not be the same again… just like that!&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/28978394-116191440093911924?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/116191440093911924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=116191440093911924&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116191440093911924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116191440093911924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/10/web-20.html' title='Web 2.0'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-116183914634265865</id><published>2006-10-25T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T22:05:46.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That time of the year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tension builds up with every passing moment. Peer pressure reaches unimaginable levels. Not even in your wildest dreams did you imagine that you will be doing the wierdest things just to keep up with your friends. Exaggeration has no limits. And by the way it's not exaggeration, it's called creative writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The hunt has begun to form the best possible prep group! Of course all the nerds have already been taken. Boy, this must be the only time of the year when the hottest bimbo is seen hanging out with the nerdiest guy ;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the time when you will scour all the depths of your experience to create bullet points. Even a book that you won for standing third in an intra-class competition in 8th std is an achievement. Ok... that's stupid! But I know some places where even that is acceptable :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;While you may have been wetting your pants at the prospect of making a presentation to the client executives, you will now be braggin about your client management skills and your astuteness at sniffing out potential business opportunities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;An obvious silly change in design that helped you reduce the delivery time for your code suddenly becomes a quality improvement initiative. And of course who can ignore your incredible time mgmt skills which enable you to deliver ahead of time... always! Anyone ever heard of Underpromise, then Overdeliver??? Yup, I just spelt out the secret of all onsite project coordinators :))).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well folks its the start of placement season, and it's resume time... it's that time of the year again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-116183914634265865?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/116183914634265865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=116183914634265865&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116183914634265865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116183914634265865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/10/that-time-of-year.html' title='That time of the year...'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-116172168746433276</id><published>2006-10-24T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T13:28:07.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop existing... Start living!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What happens when you stay away from work for too long?&lt;br /&gt;·  You will get used to the empty hours and internet will become your refuge. Orkut helps, no doubt!&lt;br /&gt;·  Checking mails will become a fulltime activity and you will refresh your mailbox at least 500 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;·  You think, “Finally, the world seems to have realized that making me work is a serious waste of my talent!”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;   Think about how many hours of not-working-me it took them to realize that – morons!&lt;br /&gt;·  Nothing. Really nothing! If work needs to be done, and you are not there to do it, it will find someone else! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;   Work will get done. You are NOT indispensable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And that’s when it will HIT you, when you have been dispensed… when you are not required anymore… when people just pass you by… when you merely exist due to the involuntary act of breathing… when you don’t LIVE anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-116172168746433276?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/116172168746433276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=116172168746433276&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116172168746433276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116172168746433276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/10/stop-existing-start-living.html' title='Stop existing... Start living!'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-116150374617431576</id><published>2006-10-22T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T00:55:46.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mora saiyyan moh se bole na...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sawan beeto jaye beharwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;mann mera ghabaraye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aiso gaye pardes piya tum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;chain hume nahi aaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mora saiyyan moh se bole na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;mai lakh jatan kar haaree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mora saiyyan moh se bole na...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pyaar tumhe kitna karte hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tum yeh samajh nahi paaoge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jab hum na honge to beharwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;bolo kya tab aaoge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mora saiyyan moh se bole na...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-116150374617431576?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/116150374617431576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=116150374617431576&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116150374617431576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116150374617431576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/10/mora-saiyyan-moh-se-bole-na.html' title='Mora saiyyan moh se bole na...'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-116150250930378873</id><published>2006-10-22T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T00:35:09.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A different Diwali...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am obviously feeling nostalgic right now. Been talking to folks back in India, wishing them a bright and cheerful Diwali! Yes, I am longing to see beautifully lit homes, elegantly dressed damsels and the whole festive atmosphere. I miss the sweets and the crackers. But it's not so bad. Technology allows me to chat with every1 at no cost. I can still participate in every1's festivities, albeit long-distance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then I reach out to the folks here with me. We are only as lonely as we force ourselves to be. So, we go to catch a first day screening of DON at a nearby desi theater. Damn, even SRK is tolerable this far from home! So what if he always overacts? We visit a Ganesh temple marked by a glowing neon sign between a grocery store and a dentist's clinic in a shopping complex! Well, the lord doesn't seem to mind the location... so why should we :). Came back and decided to have home-cooked desi meal. And expert cooks that we are, we served ourselves a lavish meal of plain rice and dal with some delicious mango pickle... and topped it up with a choc ice-cream! Have to say it was one of the better meals I have had since coming here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess we could have easily sulked individually - each one of us calling home, friends and feeling increasingly more helpless after each conversation. But cultural needs are powerful drivers that bring us together in such times. I am glad I spent this Diwali making new friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-116150250930378873?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/116150250930378873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=116150250930378873&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116150250930378873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116150250930378873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/10/different-diwali.html' title='A different Diwali...'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-116076267981373911</id><published>2006-10-13T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:04:39.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be a punk!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I were to follow my heart, here’s what I’d really like to do and to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         Become a photographer.&lt;br /&gt;·         Play at least one sport at pro level – ideally squash!&lt;br /&gt;·         Bike around the country – both in US and back home in India.&lt;br /&gt;·         Run a shack in Goa.&lt;br /&gt;·         Live in a commune with all my best buddies and their families – back to the 70s!&lt;br /&gt;·         Start a tech business, naturally coz IT is all I have done in my professional life.&lt;br /&gt;·         Make a difference to the society – apun ka bhi putla khada hona mangta hai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on with that list. Or I could talk about a man who is really following his heart and actually putting his money where his mouth is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have followed the story of eBay, chances are you have read about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeff_Skoll"&gt;Jeff Skoll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;. After raking in millions from the success of eBay, he moved to Philanthropy and founded the &lt;a href="http://www.skollfoundation.org/index.asp"&gt;Skoll Foundation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;. If that wasn’t engaging enough, the man went on to found another company, this time in Hollywood – &lt;a href="http://www.participantproductions.com/"&gt;Participant Productions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;. This production house has come out with some of the best and most hard-hitting films of 2005 and 2006. The list encompasses &lt;em&gt;Syriana, North Country, An inconvenient Truth, Good Night and Good Luck, Murderball &lt;/em&gt;and the upcoming &lt;em&gt;Fast Food Nation&lt;/em&gt;. That is an impressive list by any standards. I chanced upon all these details as I was digging around after reading an &lt;a href="http://www.fastcompany.com/magazine/108/open_moving-pictures.html"&gt;article on Fast Company&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are a man, follow your heart. Or you are just another punk!!!&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/28978394-116076267981373911?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/116076267981373911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=116076267981373911&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116076267981373911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116076267981373911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/10/dont-be-punk.html' title='Don&apos;t be a punk!!!'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-116053912371190226</id><published>2006-10-10T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:58:43.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling in LOVE… again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a back-dated post, which I could not publish earlier... originally written on Sept 20th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A grey morning. Got out of the bed at 7. It was painful; the morning was perfect to stay curled up under the blankets. But she was calling… :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washed up hastily and immediately took her out to breakfast. Same old dosa, but the chai felt great – courtesy of the showers outside. The rain was practically pulling at me… prodding me, cajoling me, and begging me to take her out. And I succumbed to nature’s charm. She obviously wasn’t in the mood. I mean who would be on a chilly grey morning like that! But I persisted. Patted her, charmed her, pleaded with her and managed to warm her up to the idea of going out in that weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial resistance always adds to the game ;). But once she got in the groove, there was no stopping her. Her response to my slightest touch, her drawl as I tried to push her further, and the conversation between the 2 of us – it was just like old times. There wasn’t much traffic that early, largely due to the rains. But those who saw us couldn’t resist a second glance. Getting drenched felt different that morning. Whisper valley felt much more serene than it usually is. Even the buffaloes made way for us that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, we rode the highways, we climbed the hills, wound up and down jubilee hills and hit the home stretch after necklace road. That morning, yet again, as always, I fell in love with her – my baby, my first love, my RX135!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-116053912371190226?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/116053912371190226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=116053912371190226&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116053912371190226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116053912371190226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/10/falling-in-love-again.html' title='Falling in LOVE… again!'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-116045194434051299</id><published>2006-10-09T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T20:45:44.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New place</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am posting after a really long gap. And I am posting from a new location, my new home - atleast for the immediate future. Feels a little wierd. Feels new! Feels like I don't belong here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am in an alien place - yes, I am a "legal alien" in the US of A. Been trying to adjust to the new life for the past one week. And I must say,  doin a pretty decent job of it so far. Hope, Anger (or maybe Anguish), Frustration, Tension, Peaceful, Longing - feeling everything at once. Culture shock? Not really, I had a fair idea of what to expect, having been here before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But something is different this time. I could feel folks back home were more emotional this time. It's a big sacrifice on their part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't wanna restart on this note. But that's the way it is right now...&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/28978394-116045194434051299?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/116045194434051299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=116045194434051299&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116045194434051299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/116045194434051299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-place.html' title='New place'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-115619262861939276</id><published>2006-08-21T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T13:37:08.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long-distance relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Long-distance relationships are a myth! Most couples have to deal with it at one point of time or the other. I am talking about the couples I know… my tech + MBA background should tell you what kind of highly mobile species I am referring to here. With the constant churn in jobs and professional responsibilities and not to forget individual aspirations, it is inevitable that couples today are leading increasingly distinct lives. Pawmee says he is happy to occupy just 15% of his girl’s life. And he expects no “less” in return! But can most other couples say the same about their partners? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h3 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Techie couples get caught up with separate projects in 2 remote corners of the world and then go through the emotionally draining stages of prophesying-your-undying-love to why-can’t-you-understand-my-situation to honey-it’s-ok-we-will-be-together-soon to we-are-growing-apart to let’s-try-to work-on-this to I-don’t-want-you-to-work-anymore to I-understand to I-don’t-care-just-quit-your-job-and-come-back to this-is-not-working-for-us-anymore to god-knows-where…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h3 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;B-school couples are even queerer. They go through the stages of let’s-just-get-to-know-each-other to I-can’t-plan-my-courses-without-you to we-should-both-get-the-highest-paying-job to damn-we-are-in-diff-geographies-now to let’s-postpone-marriage-for-a-year-or-two to let’s-establish-ourselves-in-the-corporate-jungle to both-of-us-wanna-be-CEOs to why-can’t-we-just-live-together to let’s-start-our-own-business and again to god-knows-where…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h3 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;But then I see my friends, who are beating the odds and successfully tackling the issues involved and who live in the hope and confidence that theirs is not a relationship that will go one of the 2 ways described above. And I smile. I acknowledge the strength it takes to pull it through trying times. Hats off to all of you – Chotu, Pawmee, Meetika, Mandy, Warikoo, Kapil!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h3 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yes, it’s a myth – but one that doesn’t necessarily end on a sad note! Every myth has a hero and a lesson. I think it’s about time I learnt mine and moved on…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-115619262861939276?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/115619262861939276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=115619262861939276&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115619262861939276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115619262861939276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-distance-relationships.html' title='Long-distance relationships'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-115523459499475549</id><published>2006-08-10T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T11:29:55.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your type???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Types of bloggers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second-handers - these guys desperately need rehab. Can't survive a single day without checking out their own blog at least 10 times a day... for the comments, what else? Their primary motivation for blogging is the comments they inadvertently seek from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pseudo-realists - they create an alternate world through their blog and the community built around it. It's their escape from reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The technocrati - they blog with a specific purpose. Every word on their blog is measured and is placed strategically to derive the maximum literary mileage out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rainmakers - they make rain from their readers' tears! Emotional posts is their specialty and they have a special circle of female admirers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The I-want-in types - these guys blog just coz every1 else is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The muddle-heads - their posts are all over the place. No agenda, no structure, no trends in their posts. These are the random walkers who churn out ocassional jewels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wannabe critics - they pick up news items from anywhere and try to spin their own yarn around it. Their posts are mostly unoriginal secondary reports like secondary market research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artists - the genuine entertainers who make the time spent on their blogs worth the money! These are the quick-wits from your college gang, who can make a joke every other sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the above classification makes me a definite muddle-head! What's your type???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I missed your type... the shout-box is yours... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-115523459499475549?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/115523459499475549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=115523459499475549&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115523459499475549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115523459499475549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/08/whats-your-type.html' title='What&apos;s your type???'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-115481003336297227</id><published>2006-08-05T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T13:36:24.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disruptive Innovations and Technologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We keep talking about disruptive technologies all the time, especially in Competitive Strategy cases. Well, here's a list of what I feel have been the most disruptive innovations and technologies through the ages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fire - no doubt on this one. Anyone got a burning objection?&lt;br /&gt;Wheel - it definitely turned the world faster, literally.&lt;br /&gt;Agriculture - we would not be reading about historical civilizations, but for this innovation.&lt;br /&gt;Gun-powder - Forever changed the way conflicts could be solved!&lt;br /&gt;Printing Press - hastened the exchange of social and scientific ideas across Europe, the Arab world and Asia. The renaissance almost never happened without this one!&lt;br /&gt;Electricity - one word for the effects - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shocking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aviation - flights of fancy have never been the same since the Wright brothers took their maiden flight!&lt;br /&gt;The Bomb - perhaps, here's a rare one we could have done without.&lt;br /&gt;Bonsai - I know, I know. But think about it, how much has the world benefited from the Jap's fascination for minimizing things to the smallest possible, and then squeeze it some more.&lt;br /&gt;The microprocessor - this one's encroaching more and more personal space. It all started with the PC, then it permeated the ovens and washing machines, then cars, and now cellphones.&lt;br /&gt;TCP/IP and WWW - gave communication a completely new meaning. Changed social, economic and political behaviour of the entire world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nanotechnology - not just more miniaturization, but a completely new range of applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Genetics - Watson and Crick never knew what they were about to unleash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where do you think the next disruptive wave is coming from???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-115481003336297227?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/115481003336297227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=115481003336297227&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115481003336297227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115481003336297227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/08/disruptive-innovations-and.html' title='Disruptive Innovations and Technologies'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-115454873558075330</id><published>2006-08-02T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T12:59:47.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and Acquaintances</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's quite a futile exercise to walk down memory lane and count all my friends and acquaintances. For one, there will be far too many to count. And for another, I don't possibly remember them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But what I do remember are those moments that converted some of those acquaintances into friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the evenings spent on terrace flying kites or watching planes take-off or discussing random stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; All the evenings spent at her place in perennial fear of her uncle's arrival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A hot cup of tea at 2:30 in the morning shared with my best pals, followed by random walks around the campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The hug of recognition for your competitor's ability after 10 gruelling games of squash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The innumerable pranks on a silly girl who was an ever-willing bakri and the gang who got never tired of pulling her leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the night-outs and idealistic plans of changing the world - literally. And we weren't even drinking then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are innumerable such incidents. However, they invariably culminate in that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; glance of recognition that tells you that you have crossed the line - from acquaintance to friend. Now I realize what Richard Bach said in Illusions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Your friends will know you better in the first minute you meet than your acquaintances will know you in a thousand years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Time to make new acquaintances and friends again... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&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/28978394-115454873558075330?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/115454873558075330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=115454873558075330&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115454873558075330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115454873558075330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/08/friends-and-acquaintances.html' title='Friends and Acquaintances'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-115390554082739232</id><published>2006-07-26T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T02:22:02.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll-call for ISB Class of 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Read an article about the Class of 77 from IIM-A in today’s Brand Equity supplement. Here’s the who’s who from that class… Vindi Banga – Unilever, Rama Bijapurkar – Independent Market Strategy Consultant, Arvind Wable - ED &amp; CEO, FCB-Ulka, Atul Sharma – Burger King, APAC, Javed Usmani – Executive of the PMO, Anand Halve – Chlorophyll. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I know that most people from non-marketing and non-advertising fields have never heard of these names. Neither had I, before reading the article. But the point is that all of them are dominating their chosen field and how!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So where’s the illustrious Class of 06 going to be, 20 years down the road? Here’s my take on the likely positions of just some of my peers from ISB…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Mandy – will be teaching Branding in some god-forsaken university through his ultra-bright fluorescent PPTs (yes he will still be using PPTs!) and getting orgasmic about his latest theory on brand valuation. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://alienwan.blogspot.com"&gt;Warikoo &lt;/a&gt;– Will be running a massage parlor for female gorillas on the beaches of Africa (only &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt; may have unexplored beaches then). He will have special bunker-beds so that he can massage 5 of them simultaneously. And the song in background will be… &lt;i style=""&gt;yeh hai meri kahaani&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://pkblogs.com/spewnotes"&gt;Pawmee &lt;/a&gt;– will be rearing chickens on his farm, after having tried his hand at being a suave marketer, a gigolo, the next Shahrukh Khan of ISB, sarpanch of Belgaum, an F1 race driver, an author, etc, etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kapil Sharma – without any doubt, he will be the leading porn star of the age. He would have patented his special dance moves by then and would be earning royalty from ISB Campuses across the world where he would be conducting the course &lt;i style=""&gt;“Leadership lessons through dirty dancing”&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Suzie – would romancing her 200&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; boyfriend while simultaneously juggling the demands of being the CEO of her realty firm, launching her own line of clothes and writing the most (in)famous weekly gossip column ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Chotu – will be running a special school for adolescent boys from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ujjain&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; so that she’s never in short supply ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Mitika – will be doing something nobody can predict. If you can predict, you don’t know Mitika! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And that’s what I call &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;DIVERSITY!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-115390554082739232?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/115390554082739232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=115390554082739232&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115390554082739232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115390554082739232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/07/roll-call-for-isb-class-of-06.html' title='Roll-call for ISB Class of 06'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-115382076069037056</id><published>2006-07-25T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T02:46:00.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 of us went out last Saturday. We spent 6k on the dinner itself. Wondering where the money is coming from. More importantly, I wonder how my dad would react if he came to know that I blew 1/3rd of his last drawn salary on a silly weekend dinner! Are we so flushed with money right now that we can simply afford to flush it down our throats and not care a rat’s whisker about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the hunt for talent is the biggest battleground in Corporate India. Every industry is rising in India right now – IT, Finance, Retail, healthcare, Entertainment, Auto, Manufacturing, Textile, Chemicals, Energy… you name it! No wonder executives are being lured away with fatter pay packets. Consumer Product managers are moving from selling soaps to software. Retail managers are moving from selling clothes to durables to entertainment. Sales managers are moving from confectionaries to entertainment. IT managers are moving from project delivery to strategy. It’s a classic demand and supply case stupid! No wonder executives are paid their weight in dollars, even in India. Is it still a wonder how we can afford those dinners and clubbing nights and after-party revelry – it’s just a measly few thousand rupees after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could I have done better with that 6k INR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I could have…&lt;br /&gt;- donated them to a charitable cause&lt;br /&gt;- bought a gift for my sister&lt;br /&gt;- taken a small trip into the country side and rediscovered the rain-soaked tracks of the hinterland&lt;br /&gt;- invested in equity&lt;br /&gt;- bought some food for some street urchins&lt;br /&gt;- bought some great books&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; But hey, isn’t that 6k a sunk cost? So why am I still thinking about it? I don’t know, you tell me…&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/28978394-115382076069037056?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/115382076069037056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=115382076069037056&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115382076069037056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115382076069037056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/07/easy-money.html' title='Easy Money'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-115339449998811005</id><published>2006-07-20T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T04:21:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insecurity, Empathy and Collective Learning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waiting for the DHL courier to arrive from USCIS. Meanwhile, someone’s request for a work permit was denied. It’s funny how it makes you nervous about your own permit. Suddenly you want that assurance that your case has been approved. Insecurity is such a fickle state of mind. It makes you apprehensive, although you can’t relate exactly to the other person’s experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to relate with another’s experience? You can never be in another’s shoes… never! Each person’s experience shapes his/her response to the given circumstances. And you can’t replicate the exact set of experiences across 2 different human beings. Yet, all that is just theory. A logical impossibility can be disproved by that human quality of empathy. When you relate, you empathize with the other person. It may not necessarily evoke any compassion. It could be just a cold and impersonal identification of the other person’s frame of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the more experiences I gather – in first person or indirectly – the better I will be at relating to other people, their situation and their thoughts. That’s why I am a sucker for collective learning. I can never learn alone what I can learn when working in a group. And that – working in groups – was the best part about the year at ISB!&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/28978394-115339449998811005?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/115339449998811005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=115339449998811005&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115339449998811005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115339449998811005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/07/insecurity-empathy-and-collective.html' title='Insecurity, Empathy and Collective Learning'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-115320324960077208</id><published>2006-07-17T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:14:09.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random stuff…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Could not finish &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0471295639/qid=1153202391/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/104-7106302-8373516?s=books&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Against the Gods&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The lesson in history of probability theory got a little too boring after the first few chapters. The initial part is very well written. But after the first 60 pages or so it becomes a history of mathematics. Anyway, I could not have read that over the weekend when I was visiting Nagpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I picked up Bill Bryson’s &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0380713802/qid=1153202540/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/104-7106302-8373516?s=books&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;Neither Here nor There&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. This one’s a revelation. The man has a serious talent for writing travelogues. And he’s funny to the point of being wicked! Outrageously funny at times and a laugh-by-the-minute description of Europe at its quirkiest – this book is a must read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found 2 more interesting titles while browsing around the library catalogue and Amazon. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0452287081/qid=1153202733/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/104-7106302-8373516?s=books&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;Confessions of an Economic Hit Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by John Perkins and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0195189779/qid=1153202766/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/104-7106302-8373516?s=books&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Undercover Economist&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;by Tim Harford. Have added them to my To be Read Soon list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0114814/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Usual Suspects&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;last night – again! Reminded of the time when &lt;a href="http://alienwan.blogspot.com"&gt;Warikoo &lt;/a&gt;had arranged for a common screening at AC2 MLT. Oh boy, does that room evoke memories or what! &lt;strong&gt;FOGP - miss you guys!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-115320324960077208?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/115320324960077208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=115320324960077208&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115320324960077208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115320324960077208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-stuff.html' title='Random stuff…'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-115260806333486077</id><published>2006-07-11T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T07:31:48.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The business of Tagging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been tagged... so, here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am&lt;/em&gt;… someone you would easily miss when walking down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe&lt;/em&gt;… that the universe is full of aliens more scared of us than we are of them. Someday an intergalactic highway will indeed wipe out this teeny-weeny planet that we think of as our whole wide world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I read&lt;/em&gt;… erotic fiction on the web, especially the sadomasochistic kind!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dream&lt;/em&gt;… that I am having a threesome with the 2 hottest imaginable chics and they turn into vampires only to suck the life out of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think&lt;/em&gt;… about SEX, all the time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot&lt;/em&gt;… stop thinking about the mail which said that a Pig’s orgasm can last for more than 30 minutes!!! Lucky pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish&lt;/em&gt;… I could be Calvin for one day – just one day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder&lt;/em&gt;… what would happen if the function of the sexes reversed all of a sudden. Men started carrying babies, women started wooing men…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want&lt;/em&gt;… to be that pig in my next life. Imagine… 30 minutes of bliss!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All right... if you have read through all that trash.... here are some bytes of reality, read on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am&lt;/em&gt;… just another guy from small town India, trying to make it big and break the shackles of a small-town middle-class mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe&lt;/em&gt;… that each day should be lived to its fullest and there’s no point in looking back on a day where you could not do that… &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Carpe Diem, baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I read&lt;/em&gt;… anything that catches my fancy, though I seem to be outgrowing fiction with every passing book. Peter Bernstein’s Against the Gods refuses to be put down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dance&lt;/em&gt;… only when I am forced to. And obviously I suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sing&lt;/em&gt;… when I am happy or alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cry&lt;/em&gt;… not that often, but usually for reasons not to be disclosed here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love&lt;/em&gt;… my bike. There’s nothing quite as refreshing as the breeze in my hair, whatever little is left of it ;). Also love to sleep… can do that anywhere, anytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would give my arm&lt;/em&gt;… for hmmmm… nothing! Nothing can be worth more than what I can achieve by working for it. If I can’t motivate myself to work for something, it ain’t worth having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish&lt;/em&gt;… I had wings and my legs never get tired. Then I would be able to walk or fly over every imaginable piece of land and water on this planet. There’s so much to discover… still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want&lt;/em&gt;… to die a contented being, full of joy brought by a life fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should&lt;/em&gt;… post to my blog more regularly. And definitely take a shot at one professional sport, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot&lt;/em&gt;… stand the sight of an open wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would love to&lt;/em&gt;… go back to Nagpur and do something for the people, maybe do something TO the people and make them more enterprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will&lt;/em&gt;… get rich, or die trying :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope&lt;/em&gt;… that someday I will understand myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think&lt;/em&gt;… therefore I AM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spewatschool.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pawmee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-115260806333486077?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/115260806333486077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=115260806333486077&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115260806333486077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115260806333486077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/07/business-of-tagging.html' title='The business of Tagging'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-115230357226708104</id><published>2006-07-07T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T02:04:26.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Mean &amp; Fibonacci</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Golden Mean or the Golden Ratio or the Divine Proportion or just call it Phi has fascinated intellectuals throughout recorded history. The golden ratio can be obtained by dividing a line into 2 parts, such that the ratio of length of the original line to the larger section is the same as the ratio of the larger section to the smaller section. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/869/1156/1600/golden%20mean.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/869/1156/320/golden%20mean.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = v /&gt;&lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;&lt;v:path connecttype="rect" gradientshapeok="t" extrusionok="f"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;&lt;v:fill detectmouseclick="t"&gt;&lt;v:path connecttype="none" extrusionok="t"&gt;&lt;o:lock ext="edit" text="t"&gt;&lt;v:line id="_x0000_s1028" to="8281,5998" from="2700,5998"&gt;&lt;v:line id="_x0000_s1029" to="6121,6178" from="6120,5818"&gt;&lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;v:path connecttype="rect" gradientshapeok="t"&gt;&lt;v:imagedata cropbottom="65520f" croptop="-65520f"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A/ B = B / C = 1.618…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;This ratio is the number Phi (1.618…). It can also be arrived at by dividing a large Fibonacci series number by its previous number in the series.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The beauty of this number however lies in its applicability. It provides a beautiful link between symmetry and asymmetry. The ancient Greeks used it to lend beauty of proportion to their architecture. Leonardo Da Vinci found the golden mean in the human body through his anatomical studies – the ratio of length of human body below and above the navel is the golden ratio. It is also found in the length of bones as one travels from the tip of the finger up the length of a human hand. The renaissance painters are supposed to have used it extensively. The ratio of adjacent sides of a credit card works out within 2% of the golden mean. The horizontal member of most christian crosses splits the vertical member according to the golden mean. The General Assembly building of United Nations in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; also makes extensive use of this ratio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This brings us to Fibonacci. How exactly did he discover the golden mean? Well, he was tackling a problem related to breeding of rabbits when he chanced upon the now famous Fibonacci series and subsequently the golden mean. The problem concerned the number of rabbits that would be born in a year from an original pair of rabbits, assuming that every month each pair produces another pair and that rabbits begin to breed when they are 2 months old. While solving this he found that the number of pairs every month after the fourth month would be: 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144, 243 and so on. The beauty of this series is that each successive number is the sum of the two preceeding numbers. If the rabbits kept up the pace for a hundred months, the total number of pairs would be a whopping 354,224,848,179,261,915,075!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But more than anything else, Fibonacci probably established the significance and utility of the Arab numeric system in the eyes of the Europeans. His publication of the &lt;i&gt;Liber Abaci&lt;/i&gt; not only intoduced the new numeral system to Europeans, it also demonstrated ways of using this system to solve practical issues like bookkeeping, conversion of weights, etc. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Many people believe that the Fibonacci numbers can be used to make a variety of predictions, especially about the stock market. Although the concept of risk and its measurement evolved in the fifteenth century, Fibonacci in the 12th century perhaps enabled the first step in making measurement a key factor in the taming of risk. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:85%;"&gt;And by the way, Fibonacci means Blockhead. The real name of the mathematician is Leanorado Pisano, and he was anything but a blockhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:85%;"&gt;Post inspired by the first few chapters of “Against the Gods” by Peter L. Bernstein.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;/v:line&gt;&lt;/v:line&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;/v:fill&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-115230357226708104?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/115230357226708104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=115230357226708104&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115230357226708104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115230357226708104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/07/golden-mean-fibonacci.html' title='The Golden Mean &amp; Fibonacci'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-115151510423906626</id><published>2006-06-28T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T10:18:24.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Importance of accompaniments</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Pizzas should always served with Cold BEER – I am talking about the American variety of Pizza here! I dare not insult the authentic Italian pizza; I am big fan myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;. It’s funny how many times it’s the side dishes that make the main course more succulent. Or to generalize it further, how accompaniments make the central item more enjoyable!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ever observed how beer tastes better when head banging to your kinda music? It ain’t just the beer – you could kiss anyone at the instant when the perfect rock ballad comes along with a chilled beer! The entire atmosphere changes in front of your eyes and place suddenly earns its respect in your opinion. That is why it is so critical to find your kinda pub – the music, the drink, the people – everything has to be complimentary to make the whole package worthwhile.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I wonder – &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does a hero need a side-kick, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why wine and cheese go together, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Tom and Jerry will never be the same by themselves, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the river always flows to the sea, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a symphony would sound without the drums,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a man loves a woman?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-115151510423906626?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/115151510423906626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=115151510423906626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115151510423906626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115151510423906626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/06/importance-of-accompaniments.html' title='Importance of accompaniments'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-115147494709132481</id><published>2006-06-27T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T23:09:07.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Finished Arthur Hailey’s &lt;i style=""&gt;The Moneychangers&lt;/i&gt; last night. It is a book about bankers and the frauds of high finance, definitely not the Wall Street and Trading types. Found it a bit on the slower side, perhaps because it is an old book. All-in-all Hailey did not impress me that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;What I certainly am impressed with are the first few pages of Suketu Mehta’s &lt;i style=""&gt;Maximum City&lt;/i&gt;. This one’s about the enigmatic city of Mumbai/ &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bombay&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;/ Bambai – call it what you want. Mehta’s family migrated from Kolkata to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New   York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;, with a decade’s stopover at Mumbai. It was enough to hook Mehta to the city for the rest of his life. The book takes a first person look at the dreamland and succeeds in creating a true-to-life mural resplendent in its myriad hues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Also read Michael Lewis’s &lt;i style=""&gt;Liar’s Poker&lt;/i&gt; sometime back. This one’s an out and out Wall Street drama, fed live from the 41&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; floor of Salomon Brothers in its heydays – when bond traders were the kings and equity departments relegated practically to the backrooms in faraway &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Atlanta&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;On the radar for the immediate future – &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;India&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;: A wounded Civilization&lt;/i&gt; by VS Naipaul, &lt;i style=""&gt;Against the Gods&lt;/i&gt; by Peter Bernstein.&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/28978394-115147494709132481?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/115147494709132481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=115147494709132481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115147494709132481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115147494709132481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/06/current-reading.html' title='Current Reading'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-115138821159664115</id><published>2006-06-26T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T23:07:45.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Indian Middle Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;If you want to see the great Indian middle class at its most colourful and nosiest, where would you go?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;Well, I suggest you try one of the various low-cost airlines flight or the airport of any major Indian city/ town. The signs of new-found wealth are unmistakable. Not many years ago, air-travel was a luxury affordable to the rich or to the high ranking executives whose travel was borne by their organizations. Not so anymore. Increasingly more middle class youngsters are opting to save the tedious hours spent in a train journey and instead hop to their destinations in less than half the time – all courtesy of the budget airlines. The laptop swinging IT brigade is ubiquitously present at every airport and in every flight. But more and more families are taking the aerial route for their pleasure trips. And the more the merrier. &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;As I occupied the last row Aisle seat in an Air Deccan flight to Kolkata, I couldn’t help but hear an unmistakable scratching sound. A sideways glance revealed my neighbor playfully engaged in making the best use of his pen in dowsing the itch in his armpit… gross! A few minutes into the flight and the rush for the restrooms were palpable. I simply could not ignore the queue right behind and around my seat. Multiple seatbelts-on warnings were conveniently ignored as ladies, gents and kids suddenly had a simultaneous urge to relieve themselves. Two boys, traveling with their mom, were creating a ruckus a couple of rows ahead with all the toys they had brought on board. Some of them looked like they had been picked up from the neighbourhood mela when they had been visiting their mama or tau or mausi or chacha. And of course there were the beetle-nut chewing babus at their shining best in starched white shirt and trouser, further accentuated by their flapping Bata slippers!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;It is a sign of the changing times. As the 400 million strong educated Indian middle class grabs an increasing share of the new jobs and as the Indian polity embraces Capitalistic Socialism, you can only observe this scenario in other areas. Check out any new shopping mall, multiplex theater, restaurant, etc – and you cannot miss the vibrant Indian Middle Class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-115138821159664115?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/115138821159664115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=115138821159664115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115138821159664115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/115138821159664115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/06/great-indian-middle-class.html' title='The Great Indian Middle Class'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28978394.post-114898342978083890</id><published>2006-05-30T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T23:08:15.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LiveStrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;Lance Armstrong – super-athlete, doper, lucky bastard, fighter… which one of these?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;An unprecedented 7 consecutive Tour de France victories from 1999 to 2005 makes it a little hard to ignore this man. Sports folklore would never be the same again! Winning TDF once takes a lifetime’s efforts. And to win it after recovering from testicular cancer, after having nearly crossed over to the other side – is nothing short of spectacular. In fact spectacular is a word that fails spectacularly when used to describe his achievement, his life!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Armstrong’s life has only one credo – fight like hell! Be it cycling, his personal life, dealing with media or the life-altering cancer; he has dealt with all of them in the only way he knows – by not giving up. Had it not been for the cancer, we would have never known the Lance Armstrong we know today. &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Upon reading his 2 autobiographical books – &lt;i style=""&gt;It’s not about the Bike&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style=""&gt;Every Second Counts&lt;/i&gt; – one realizes how fanatically he cherishes the memory of his battle with cancer. But more importantly, he has used that as a benchmark for all his struggles in life. Whenever the effort seems to bog him down he falls back on that one memory and pushes his body over that extra mile or for that extra yard of pace on the road. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;There has been enough research on his muscle strength and his lung capacity already. No other athlete has perhaps been subjected to as many drug tests as Lance Armstrong. And no one has found a trace of anything so far. While he enjoys certain natural advantages over other athletes, it is his will and the urge to fight that has taken him across the line for seven successive years in that famed Yellow Jersey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love him, or hate him - you can't ignore him! If there's one lesson to walk away with from Lance's life , it has to be - Fight Like Hell!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28978394-114898342978083890?l=learningforliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/feeds/114898342978083890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28978394&amp;postID=114898342978083890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/114898342978083890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28978394/posts/default/114898342978083890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learningforliving.blogspot.com/2006/05/livestrong.html' title='LiveStrong'/><author><name>Pratik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00895159915820669319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_pj8_e9K4o/S3PL8wk8zDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0xKYlSJbYn0/S220/IMG_1149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
