<?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-19627585</id><updated>2012-01-26T10:33:51.559+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Staring At The Sun...</title><subtitle type='html'>Yes there are two paths you can go by 
        but in the long run
 There's still time to change the road you're on</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-767472455366527891</id><published>2012-01-26T10:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T10:33:51.569+07:00</updated><title type='text'>You!</title><content type='html'>Been there for you when you needed me..&lt;br /&gt;Saw you through your worst phase..&lt;br /&gt;Shared your sorrows and joys...&lt;br /&gt;Never wanted to pull you down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the way I love you..&lt;br /&gt;Cant seem to understand, this state and why?&lt;br /&gt;You said you love me..&lt;br /&gt;You said we would have a home, children, happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Where has all the love gone?&lt;br /&gt;You wear the clothes we shopped..&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt it remind you of me?&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt it remind you of my approvals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go for trips and i see your pics&lt;br /&gt;You look so nice and you smile so bright&lt;br /&gt;Everything around me reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;Movies, Restaurants, Long Drives, Malls, Memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been waiting for you to realize&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why you wanna hurt me...&lt;br /&gt;You have left me feeling dirty..&lt;br /&gt;The days are passing by..without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont seem to have you, when I need you..&lt;br /&gt;Nuthing seems to encourage..&lt;br /&gt;I am left down and out.. with no courage&lt;br /&gt;To lift myself up and Walk, Run again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-767472455366527891?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/767472455366527891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=767472455366527891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/767472455366527891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/767472455366527891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2012/01/you.html' title='You!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-4274382009648057560</id><published>2012-01-24T17:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T17:15:19.810+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakes are fakes!</title><content type='html'>It is important for us to realize that some people try to present themselves as peacocks when they are really snakes. These are dangerous ones. They can often be spotted because they are just a little too darned perfect. They have no warts at all. God makes A’s on tests. They make B’s, and everyone else makes C’s, D’s, or F’s. Give me a break. Nobody’s that perfect! But, even if they were, they probably wouldn’t want to associate with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One caution, however as a parting shot, you must genuinely care about people, and their concerns. If you try to fake it, they will detect your insincerity, and your efforts at friendliness will backfire on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-4274382009648057560?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/4274382009648057560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=4274382009648057560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/4274382009648057560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/4274382009648057560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2012/01/snakes-are-fakes.html' title='Snakes are fakes!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-8734585286409093084</id><published>2012-01-09T18:24:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T18:26:14.666+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Immortal - Evanacense</title><content type='html'>A great song...Situational! The link and lyrics are below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5anLPw0Efmo&amp;ob=av3e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears&lt;br /&gt;And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave&lt;br /&gt;Your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to captivate me by your resonating light&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;br /&gt;Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams&lt;br /&gt;Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;But though you're still with me, I've been alone all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have all of me, me, me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-8734585286409093084?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/8734585286409093084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=8734585286409093084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/8734585286409093084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/8734585286409093084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-immortal-evanacense.html' title='My Immortal - Evanacense'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-5988626388780454287</id><published>2012-01-08T22:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:14:36.335+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything ends well, otherwise its not the end</title><content type='html'>This one certainly isnt the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I can run, I'll run; while I can walk, I'll walk; when I can only crawl, I'll crawl. But by the grace of God, I'll always be moving forward(towards you and subsequently US) - Cavett Robert&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-5988626388780454287?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/5988626388780454287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=5988626388780454287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/5988626388780454287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/5988626388780454287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2012/01/everything-ends-well-otherwise-its-not.html' title='Everything ends well, otherwise its not the end'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-7878357653819993465</id><published>2011-12-07T00:51:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T08:41:43.240+07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you want something real bad...</title><content type='html'>...They say that the entire universe conspires to get you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-7878357653819993465?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/7878357653819993465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=7878357653819993465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7878357653819993465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7878357653819993465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-you-want-something-real-bad.html' title='When you want something real bad...'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-3033471506215335480</id><published>2011-12-02T20:31:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:34:48.779+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma!</title><content type='html'>Life as it happened to me was not really the way I had planned. It just went from bad to worse. Pain, Grief, Sorrow, Disappointment, Heartbreaks et all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not blame anyone or anything for the Life I have now. If this is where I am today it is only because I deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Karma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-3033471506215335480?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/3033471506215335480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=3033471506215335480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/3033471506215335480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/3033471506215335480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2011/12/karma.html' title='Karma!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-4371853027689160929</id><published>2011-11-24T18:29:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T18:31:54.994+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belief &amp; Love</title><content type='html'>If you dont stand up for what you believe in, what / who you love when it really matters.. then what do you stand for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not standing up when the situation needs you to = Not believing and being convinced about it in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-4371853027689160929?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/4371853027689160929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=4371853027689160929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/4371853027689160929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/4371853027689160929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2011/11/belief-love.html' title='Belief &amp; Love'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-7260451535403574840</id><published>2011-11-20T11:51:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T11:51:55.145+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A mile.</title><content type='html'>People come into our lives and walk with us a mile, and then because of circumstance they only stay a while. They serve a need within the days that move so quickly by, and then are gone beyond our reach, we often wonder why. God only knows the reason that we meet and share a smile, why people come into our lives and walk with us a mile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-7260451535403574840?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/7260451535403574840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=7260451535403574840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7260451535403574840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7260451535403574840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2011/11/mile.html' title='A mile.'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-8616379149278380772</id><published>2011-09-03T12:16:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T12:18:40.900+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words....</title><content type='html'>No Respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-8616379149278380772?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/8616379149278380772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=8616379149278380772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/8616379149278380772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/8616379149278380772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2011/09/words.html' title='Words....'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-6083686609226560141</id><published>2011-09-03T09:12:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T09:16:18.156+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chapter or the Book?</title><content type='html'>Did another chapter just end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the book end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, disappointed, psyched, paranoid, burned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-6083686609226560141?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/6083686609226560141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=6083686609226560141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/6083686609226560141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/6083686609226560141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2011/09/chapter-or-book.html' title='The Chapter or the Book?'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-3061841506647696236</id><published>2011-08-16T11:07:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T11:10:45.713+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in time..</title><content type='html'>1 year to my last post. Where did my writing go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well simply lost in time. Life has become too complex. Brain cells working overtime. Standing at crossroads wondering which road to take. Fighting with uncertainty. Succumbed to uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe the most crucial and difficult phase of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when will time change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-3061841506647696236?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/3061841506647696236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=3061841506647696236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/3061841506647696236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/3061841506647696236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2011/08/lost-in-time.html' title='Lost in time..'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-2217941233547775749</id><published>2010-06-13T22:56:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:56:22.933+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do I go from here???</title><content type='html'>CLUELESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-2217941233547775749?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2217941233547775749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=2217941233547775749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2217941233547775749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2217941233547775749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2010/06/where-do-i-go-from-here.html' title='Where do I go from here???'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-1647792176396231489</id><published>2010-04-08T12:46:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T13:12:51.911+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony of a high paying job</title><content type='html'>Do high paying jobs always guarantee satisfaction? This is the question which most of the MBA grads will be able to answer. Come campus placements and people scamper around to apply for the best jobs in their field of specialization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants the right mix of money and profile. How many get this right mix, well that is up to destiny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe most of them end up going for the pay and compromising on the profile. Very few stick to their belief of getting a good profile and the pay doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having completed my MBA and working for around 1 year and a half, I have realized that we are being paid a good sum of money which gets credited every month to our bank accounts(which have become nice and fat by now). However the kind of work we get is what any graduate(B.E for IT industry) can very well do with a little inclination towards the business side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction? Not a chance! When you do a job of a Glorified Admin Assistant, what should you expect? Good work comes by just for a month or two. Rest of the time gets spent in assisting someone or researching on topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrast this to a person who has chosen the profile over package. I bet that person would have much more responsibilities and would be working independently. The kind of experience that you would get in such a scenario would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem of a high paying job with nothing great to do is compounded when you plan to switch to a good profile job. The good profile job will invariably not pay you as much as your current salary! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few who do compromise on the salary aspect and move on. Few others get stuck till they find that elusive company which offers both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I have come to the conclusion that its always the profile which will give you satisfaction at the end of the day than the money. Money will come, provided you have a solid specialty in one particular area. You have to carve your niche and money will follow you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: This post is dedicated to MG who stuck to his guns and is soon gonna start firing all cylinders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-1647792176396231489?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/1647792176396231489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=1647792176396231489' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/1647792176396231489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/1647792176396231489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2010/04/irony-of-high-paying-job.html' title='Irony of a high paying job'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-2572525471098610207</id><published>2010-01-21T21:25:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:25:47.122+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Change!</title><content type='html'>You want this to be a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;Forget the past and start living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruised and battered, your heart is in a cast&lt;br /&gt;It’s all got to do with the impact of your past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking day and night is what you do&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where this is leading you to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruised and battered, you feel there is nothing interesting in life&lt;br /&gt;You continue like this and you will end up losing everything you have in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to overcome this situation&lt;br /&gt;Run towards achieving satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want things to change&lt;br /&gt;For that you need to become The Change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-2572525471098610207?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2572525471098610207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=2572525471098610207' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2572525471098610207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2572525471098610207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2010/01/change.html' title='The Change!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-7485879505607553977</id><published>2010-01-19T23:47:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:48:28.658+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man on a mission</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;You have to make your own way, get up and fly far away&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;It’s a dog eat dog world, you gotta bite before the other one would&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;You are a man on a mission, just be immune to submission&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;You are like that diamond in a mine of coal; Get up and run towards your goal!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-7485879505607553977?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/7485879505607553977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=7485879505607553977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7485879505607553977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7485879505607553977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2010/01/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html' title='Man on a mission'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-8551546772223252839</id><published>2010-01-07T16:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:24:33.872+07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>4 days w/o work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-8551546772223252839?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/8551546772223252839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=8551546772223252839' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/8551546772223252839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/8551546772223252839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-3314951509469310423</id><published>2010-01-02T22:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:42:16.528+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I loved it!</title><content type='html'>I did something different today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i went on my blog and read all my archive posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started in 2005.. Man how the years have passed. Loved reading the old posts and wondering how i was at that time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also to mention, I and 2 of my frd's tried our hand at Craft! Tried making a boat but were unsuccessful! Forgot how we did it in school. Instead I made a double boat and a yacht and my frd made a Submarine! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful! Life is good! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-3314951509469310423?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/3314951509469310423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=3314951509469310423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/3314951509469310423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/3314951509469310423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-loved-it.html' title='I loved it!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-124280763463194363</id><published>2010-01-02T22:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:17:29.883+07:00</updated><title type='text'>At ease.</title><content type='html'>I did not like 3 idiots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess the movie has a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are down and out... have faith! Crying over things never helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most difficult thing to do when you are down is to look out for positives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on my way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will remain at ease for the years to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-124280763463194363?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/124280763463194363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=124280763463194363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/124280763463194363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/124280763463194363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2010/01/at-ease.html' title='At ease.'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-2567579333048304486</id><published>2009-11-26T23:41:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:53:00.000+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind-Share!</title><content type='html'>Positive thinking is so important in one's life. It shapes how your day will be: Sad :( or Joyful :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it difficult to be happy? What is the definition of happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiki gives this definition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happiness&lt;/b&gt; is a state of mind or feeling characterized by contentment, love, satisfaction, pleasure, or joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says a state of mind - can we decide which state our mind will be when we get up from the bed. Recently I was having a conversation with a colleague of mine and he suggested me some book which describes how to get a control over your thoughts and stop them from thinking where you know it will harm you. Now to do such a thing a person will need tremendous power to control his/her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know what is right for us and what we should think. But invariable we end up thinking what we dont want to. It happens to me. Do I think and then act on instinct? I dunno about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Psychology is an interesting subject and its got various dimensions to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to happiness is to know what is the right thing for you and doing that right thing based on pure gut feeling. You gut is your inner voice, it tells you what you really want. Once you do/get what you want, you are happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont let your mind drift cause the only place it will take you is where you dont want to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay fit.....mentally! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-2567579333048304486?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2567579333048304486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=2567579333048304486' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2567579333048304486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2567579333048304486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2009/11/positive-thinking-is-so-important-in.html' title='Mind-Share!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-5563693958867724756</id><published>2009-10-25T23:18:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:19:31.929+07:00</updated><title type='text'>That feeling which just stays with you...</title><content type='html'>what remains with you when someone departs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-5563693958867724756?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/5563693958867724756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=5563693958867724756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/5563693958867724756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/5563693958867724756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-feeling-which-just-stays-with-you.html' title='That feeling which just stays with you...'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-4213442927785328811</id><published>2009-09-14T23:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:25:09.006+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(84, 85, 89); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Does it also remind you&lt;br /&gt;of when the days "were true"&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a friend again&lt;br /&gt;Were all these years in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wall that stands between us&lt;br /&gt;is made of pride and fuss&lt;br /&gt;Two people who turn their backs&lt;br /&gt;walking on different tracks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a friend. Who would hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a friend. Who would take me to the end&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a friend. Who would try to understand&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a friend. Is that my way's end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we need each other&lt;br /&gt;we act as if we don't bother&lt;br /&gt;We're two rocks that won't crack&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll never come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a friend. Who would hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a friend. Who would take me to the end&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a friend. Who would try to understand&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a friend. Is that my way's end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's forget the pain and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Let's draw the curtain and have a ball&lt;br /&gt;Let's just forget it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a friend. I'm losing more than I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a friend. I'm losing more than I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a friend. I'm losing more than I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a friend. I'm losing more than I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a friend. Who would hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a friend. Who would take me to the end&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a friend. Who would try to understand&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a friend. Is that my way's "past"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-4213442927785328811?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/4213442927785328811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=4213442927785328811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/4213442927785328811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/4213442927785328811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost-friend.html' title='Lost a friend'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-1460247671769673743</id><published>2009-06-14T09:55:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T10:23:43.827+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving into emotions.</title><content type='html'>Thinking from your heart v/s Thinking from your Brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every situation has 2 sides of the coin. You can either get sucked in to the emotions by thinking from your heart or you can take a much more informed and stable decision by thinking from your brain. There are things which we all feel like doing without having any constraints. These are things we would love to cherish. The moments when we have really lived. Sometimes we are so strongly thinking from out heart that we just don't want to look on the other side of the coin. We are aware of what is present on the other side and we purposely avoid it in the fear of getting convinced about this other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human beings have this uncanny ability to give into emotions at the wrong time. Why do we do what we do? What is it that prevents us from taking a step back and looking at the situation objectively. Even if we are not able to look at the other side, why don't we listen to our close one's who can have a much holistic view of things and care for us. When they make us realize about how the other side is, we start emphasizing more on what our heart feels. We just want to be left alone at that moment. We become impulsive, reactive, defensive, illogical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the theories which comes to mind is Transactional Analysis. When in that situation the protagonist is always in the child state and just wants to do what he feels from his heart. All the others who are trying to think from the brain are being the parent. Child &lt;--&gt; Parent conversations are never going to yield a rational result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can be done in such a case? Can we as human beings control our emotions and stop being like a rebel? My personal opinion is, yes we can. It takes just a bit of open mind to accept the situation and say to your self, I need to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again there is the other theory of you have only one life, so why not experience all that  you can in the short time that you will be present on this planet. Life is a journey of experiences and we all learn from them. Yes we do learn. But how many of us consciously decide not to make the same mistakes/decisions again in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions are tough to let go off. Our heart and our brain will always be at loggerheads. I would advice, think from your heart, analyze from you brain and then take the best possible decision and don't regret. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-1460247671769673743?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/1460247671769673743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=1460247671769673743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/1460247671769673743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/1460247671769673743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2009/06/giving-into-emotions.html' title='Giving into emotions.'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-1066058222763377324</id><published>2009-06-12T21:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:29:02.250+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time .... No see?</title><content type='html'>Yes! after Feb 09 here I am in June 09 writing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No access to blog sites from the ODC. :( Finally I get to sit on my non ODC PC and access blogspot and I grab the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has taken over life in a crazy way. Schedules have gone for a toss. If this is the beginning I wonder how things will be 5 - 10 years down the line. The world is becoming competitive and money is playing a major role in everyone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hours of working in the office are increasing and I wonder where this is taking us. Just wondering....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to post more content on my blog from now on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-1066058222763377324?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/1066058222763377324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=1066058222763377324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/1066058222763377324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/1066058222763377324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long Time .... No see?'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-1980298712655548087</id><published>2009-02-22T21:42:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:48:45.101+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transition</title><content type='html'>off late i have been observing the activities around me. I am trying to notice what is happening in the surroundings. I have felt pressure on myself at times trying to accept the change that is happening in this society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess our generation saw how the world was say 15 yrs ago. Now it is seeing how a dramatic change is occurring in this world. It is very shocking at the same time a given. I dont know how to react to this. it is a mystery which surrounds me at this point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next generation is already here. I see small children doing much more than what we did as kids. they have much more pressure on them may be. They are fast and better than what we were. Adoption of western culture is happening at a rampant pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am purposely trying to concentrate on these changes. There is some restlessness in me which wants to see and observe this transformation closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am standing in the Grey, trying to separate the Black from the white.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-1980298712655548087?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/1980298712655548087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=1980298712655548087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/1980298712655548087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/1980298712655548087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2009/02/transition.html' title='Transition'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-4107882689540519542</id><published>2009-02-19T13:27:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:40:32.827+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Control.. A mosquito Bites..</title><content type='html'>U dont feel that stinging sensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days pass and all of a sudden your body starts giving up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U start to feel weak. U r body starts experiencing wierd temperature changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day after U have lunch, U start shivering. The problem is aggravated by the full blown office AC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaria! The worst disease. You lose control of your body. Time seems to just pass by. You start blabbering. You feel like a drunkard(at least i felt! :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You become Uncomfortably Dumb. Right from head to toe you feel like you have no control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doc showed me the bloody Malarial Parasite on his Microscope. You see red blood cells and then in one of them U see a Dark Red Round Patch. That is the one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost 2 KGS since 2 Days. Wat a way to lose weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-4107882689540519542?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/4107882689540519542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=4107882689540519542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/4107882689540519542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/4107882689540519542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2009/02/out-of-control-mosquito-bites.html' title='Out of Control.. A mosquito Bites..'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-1668942474089641935</id><published>2009-02-02T15:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:21:41.761+07:00</updated><title type='text'>As I sit in Unit 17, cubilce 20...</title><content type='html'>I ponder upon my day today... I got up with a stiff neck(result of an exercise routine gone wrong). I felt good today.  I could feel the positive energy in me. I tried to find the reason. But at 1:44PM in the afternoon I still havent found any ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I chose to be happy today. It was quite strange since I didnt have a good sleep last night, didnt sleep in a relaxed state. Yet today I was up and my mood was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now that my entire day depends on how I decide it to be. I still have things to sort out in my life. I have priorities to decide. I have goals to achieve. I have loads on changes to incorporate in myself.. Time to take some tough decisions and live through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just feel it... all that positive energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is never easy, it is upon you to make it easy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-1668942474089641935?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/1668942474089641935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=1668942474089641935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/1668942474089641935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/1668942474089641935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-i-sit-in-unit-17-cubilce-20.html' title='As I sit in Unit 17, cubilce 20...'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-2660772482535636623</id><published>2009-01-19T17:34:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:39:17.156+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect 21!</title><content type='html'>No, its not about BlackJack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21Kms it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009. Mumbai Marathon. 21 Km&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below Average preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Day. 18th jan 09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started Well. Stomach Cramps just a few km's down. Slow down, walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run! Run! Run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excruciating Pain.Shoe Bite. Concrete Road. Shining Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water. Glucon D. Ice Packs. Mobile Doc's Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determination, Endurance, Sustainability!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for me in 2010. Faster, Fitter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-2660772482535636623?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2660772482535636623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=2660772482535636623' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2660772482535636623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2660772482535636623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2009/01/perfect-21.html' title='Perfect 21!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-6455678509026033107</id><published>2009-01-02T11:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:28:06.335+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangely no resolutions!</title><content type='html'>2009 is here! Seems like i just floated into this new year. The point is every yr i get a thought that i should have a new yr resolution. This yr there was none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange. Something has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it would be more appropriate to say that I have started keeping small goals throughout the year and this has helped me in being focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first small goal for 2009 is to complete the Mumbai Half Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a weekend coming up. So will decide on other "Chotu" Goals for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Tata Bye Bye! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-6455678509026033107?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/6455678509026033107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=6455678509026033107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/6455678509026033107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/6455678509026033107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2009/01/strangely-no-resolutions.html' title='Strangely no resolutions!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-4132001012781444354</id><published>2008-12-22T12:18:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T17:46:28.480+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009...wats in store?</title><content type='html'>Everyone is waiting for 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 has been bad for a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 has been bad for the entire world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 : will it bring joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets wait and watch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-4132001012781444354?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/4132001012781444354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=4132001012781444354' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/4132001012781444354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/4132001012781444354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009wats-in-store.html' title='2009...wats in store?'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-2998562100803348946</id><published>2008-12-03T13:16:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T13:47:10.593+07:00</updated><title type='text'>No I am not going to talk about the blasts... but the causes for failure to tackle the situation!</title><content type='html'>There have been millions of news feeds and analysis and expert opinions and blah blah going on for the last one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumbai is going to dog's. Traffic jams are a given if you are going to travel in this city. I travel every evening for anything between 2 hrs to 3 hrs to reach a place called home. Thanks to Raj Thackrey there was a day when I reached office in 15 mins. Let me tell you it is so damn pissing off when you know that ideally you could have reached in 15 min, but because of the road construction which is going on, it takes you eternity to reach home. This is the case everywhere in Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;If we want, we can complete the construction of a road, a flyover, an over bridge in max one month. But in that case, we would need competent resources. We will have to pay them more. What will the politicians get? Our "HAVRAT" politicians have to pay for their VICES and this money comes from such projects which last till the common man dies of pollution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we expect the police to reach a crime scene on time, when they have to wade through the traffic which moves even slower than a snail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of weapons which our police force has will make any small child feel ashamed. A toddler will think his Diwali wala Bandook is much superior to the one our havaldars have. It atleast works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one cause of all the problems we are facing today is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORRUPTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who breeds corruption? the people of this country. there is corruption even in a small time election in delhi univ. dont we hear news of brawls during student elections in DU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Raj 'Marathi' Thackrey will bark and make his statements with confidence. Your men didnt even bother to come out and help the victims. What do you think you have in your self to lead this state?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Vil"AALAS" Rao -(AALAS - lazy in marathi) aap chale Jaao. Make a film with Ramu with you son in the lead. Let it become a crtically acclaimed one and then your son will give so called candid interniews on Sajid Superstars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Home minister is finally resting at his comfortable HOME. Guess he took his job title too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i can write more. But you know, we all can write, write and write some more. I dont think it will solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest we stop paying our TAX. WTF is the govt gonna do if no one pays tax. Govt officials anyways are used to evading TAX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this happens again i bet the common man will have to go across the border and kill these terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that it will be the turn of you politicians to get humiliated at the hands of the common man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is only short lived. Rest is endurance. Once your capacity to endure is finished, you can no more think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people are on the brink of losing their endurance. I am waiting when that happens. It will be revolution, India is long waiting for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-2998562100803348946?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2998562100803348946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=2998562100803348946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2998562100803348946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2998562100803348946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-i-am-not-going-to-talk-about-blasts.html' title='No I am not going to talk about the blasts... but the causes for failure to tackle the situation!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-4818706334742197306</id><published>2008-11-27T13:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T13:27:47.024+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay tribute they say!</title><content type='html'>No need to describe what is happening. straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civilians need to start killing the terrorists. Govt officials, please sit home and watch the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Police Commissioner kindly give us updates on the death toll, go and give bytes to your favorite news channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Wednesday it had to be to make us aware of our rights. Guess REEL will have to be REAL very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its practically impossible without help from within the city to get the arms inside its border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let us all just sit back and watch India plunge in the corrupt nations list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all we are the AAM JUNTA. Till then Pay Tribute on news channels/websites/blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-4818706334742197306?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/4818706334742197306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=4818706334742197306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/4818706334742197306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/4818706334742197306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2008/11/pay-tribute-they-say.html' title='Pay tribute they say!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-6826059135998870328</id><published>2008-11-02T18:51:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:59:36.427+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purge!</title><content type='html'>A time comes in your life when you have to purge everything and walk on. Such situations are never easy. they are mentally demanding and they tend to pull you down. I have done this purging activity in the past. Yet every time i have to do it, it is painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess its the kind of attachment that you develop with ppl, things, situations, office, etc that makes you feel low. But i believe we all are quite capable of adapting to situations and change is the only thing which is constant in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's moving on with life and starting on a new phase...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-6826059135998870328?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/6826059135998870328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=6826059135998870328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/6826059135998870328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/6826059135998870328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2008/11/purge.html' title='Purge!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-2575507284038111871</id><published>2008-10-23T23:36:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:40:45.128+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why dont they understand?</title><content type='html'>well been thru one of those heated discussions with them.&lt;br /&gt;They will never understand. I dont know why do they attach so much taboo to everything that we young ppl do. I dont they see it the way we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times change but ppl dont. They get arrested in time and cant see that others have matured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am deeply hurt by the fact that they dont understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspite of them seeing it all these yrs, still they have refused to see what relationship we three frds share with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has hurt badly, but then I can only accept that they wont change and continue to live life the way I want since I know I am doing no wrong nor hurting anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-2575507284038111871?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2575507284038111871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=2575507284038111871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2575507284038111871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2575507284038111871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-dont-they-understand.html' title='Why dont they understand?'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-1573727253632227920</id><published>2008-10-20T10:48:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:57:59.504+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude or Aptitude?</title><content type='html'>I have been wanting to write this for quite sometime. I have been wondering for the past year or a half about the strategy that companies adopt when they select students on campus/off campus. A lot of companies stress highly on the marks that a student scores during the exams. This is their main criteria for filtering candidates with lower marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experienced this during my job hunt after engineering and again exp it during MBA. All Mumbai Univ candidates will agree with me that it is very difficult to score 70% and above, unless you are either a book worm or you are exceptionally genius(Genius - very few). I witnessed that candidates from other univs score on an avg around 75 - 80% very easily. When companies hold recruitment drives, they put a criteria of 70% avg. In such a case a Mumbai Univ candidate stands no chance of getting through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so now the Q is have the HR / Corps lost a strategy somewhere. I believe attitude contributes 70% to your progress. Aptitude around 30%. If I have consistently scored above 70% but dont have the attitude to survive in this dynamic environment, I am of no use to the organisation. I have seen candidates with avg aptitude, going high up the corp ladder only because they had the right attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a look at this link and decide for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.rediff.com/getahead/2007/jan/08soft.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to ponder upon for the HR ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-1573727253632227920?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/1573727253632227920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=1573727253632227920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/1573727253632227920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/1573727253632227920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2008/10/attitude-or-aptitude.html' title='Attitude or Aptitude?'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-7379119564948082453</id><published>2008-10-16T13:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:20:08.167+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunity Lost?</title><content type='html'>Over a long period of time I have been hearing of the India growth story.In fact all of you must be hearing the same. We are slated to be the next power house! We are growing at a good rate. We can compete with the other countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to today: where r we? Did we lose the plot? why is the sub prime crisis in the US affecting us? We were suppose to grow right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all those reports forgot that growth is always relative. Also Indians are good at "INNOVATION". We dont have the quality to "INVENT".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also we follow the WEST. Ppl feel it is "COOL" to follow the west. Now everyone is eating their words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst all the crisis, I see an opportunity for India to rise to to the top. No better chance than this. The US banks have been nationalised. We have a clear advantage at this point in time. Only if could seize this opportunity and work on developing our nation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else I will write another post sometime in the future with the heading :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OPPORTUNITY LOST!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-7379119564948082453?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/7379119564948082453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=7379119564948082453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7379119564948082453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7379119564948082453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2008/10/opportunity-lost.html' title='Opportunity Lost?'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-813503383353458150</id><published>2008-10-03T11:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:26:41.851+07:00</updated><title type='text'>And So I Did...</title><content type='html'>I am a person who prefers to plan and work. I like to plan even my weekends. Now as I sit in my office thinking about what do I have to do on this weekend, I am not having a clear picture. Uncertainty clouds my mind and it seems like all of a sudden I have a lot of free time with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess such a time comes once in while in order to reflect back on your past and analyze it. Learnings from the past should be converted into opportunities in the future. You can sit and think as to where you need to tweak yourself to make your self a better person. I have always been a great fan of CHANGE. I advocate that each and every person goes through various phases in his/her life which teach something new. The onus of understanding these learnings and being able to implement them in the future lies on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's world one does not get many opportunities. Or the way one looks at opportunities has changed. Recognising an opportunity and being able to convert it, requires one to be observant, intelligent and sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel life is much more than mere weekdays and then the relaxing weekends. It is for each individual to find to what limits he can push himself. I believe that setting small goals in life goes a long way in self motivation and keeping your life interesting. I am curious to know if there people who are bored of their lives because it lacks depth and excitement. I would attribute such a feeling to failure in reinventing oneself. We can not sit and say that the I will live in my own world and let the outside world change around me. If we do that we are sure to be caught in time. Trends change, so do people. What we need to focus on is how can we add value to ourself as well as people around us without harming them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of points to ponder upon. I dont know where I started the post. I dont know if it made any sense and if it had a flow. But sitting here at 9:55AM in my office on a Friday, I suddenly realised that I needed to write. And so I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-813503383353458150?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/813503383353458150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=813503383353458150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/813503383353458150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/813503383353458150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-so-i-did.html' title='And So I Did...'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-712911811420310470</id><published>2008-10-02T13:03:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:14:48.376+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potpourri!</title><content type='html'>I love mornings! Love the smell of fresh air. Love the cold weather. Love the chirping of birds. Love to get up and go for a walk. Still dont get it when ppl sleep thru such lovely mornings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ban on smoking from today. Saw an elderly man in 50's I guess smoking early morning today after a nice Jog. Didnt get the logic. After Jog where he must have burnt calories, he was trying to burn his lungs. Maybe even trying to steal that last Drag in a public place before any one catches him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions. I dont know if I understand wat emotions in a relationship are. All i know is it encompasses a whole realm of feelings that one has within. Passion for something is a kind of emotion. But when it comes to a relationship, it kinda confuses me. I would rather be practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends! the best thing to happen to anyone. you can share wat u want with them. Frds who love food are the BEST! ;)... I can share my foodie habits when i go out with such frds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outdoors! Always wanted to explore outdoors. I want to be free and go and explore this city. Mumbai has something to it. Traffic has made it a shit hole. But yet when u visit places like Bandstand, Marine Drive, Juhu Beach, u feel free. I really havent made an attempt to go out and explore Mumbai. I guess the time has come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family and the difference in thinking. I feel i come from a different genre of thinking. My family members would differ on many aspects with wat I believe in. Dont know if its the age difference.I guess its just being part of that batch during which a lot of transformation happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all for now. Will go and have Maska Pav!(My desperate attempt at rhyming!)LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-712911811420310470?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/712911811420310470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=712911811420310470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/712911811420310470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/712911811420310470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2008/10/potpourri.html' title='Potpourri!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-7259048067579778374</id><published>2008-09-29T14:53:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:55:34.962+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go</title><content type='html'>A new week and with it comes joy and happiness. I finally got my KRA's today. Feels good to be on work now. Tough ask ahead. But its better like this. I love working towards a goal. Make thinking much simpler. Will have to put my marketing skills in practice.&lt;br /&gt;Will keep on posting on the developments.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to a positive start!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-7259048067579778374?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/7259048067579778374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=7259048067579778374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7259048067579778374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7259048067579778374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-462770036372832493</id><published>2008-09-15T15:06:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:24:26.762+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.. nothing like it.</title><content type='html'>ummm hmmm... long time since the last post. Guess I must be busy!&lt;br /&gt;Naah... nuthing like busy.. just too tired to write. Mentally tired. Mumbai life is getting tougher on the roads. I am having my worst experiences travelling to my office. Thanks to our very own BMC, journeys have indeed started to seem long and tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuthing gr8 is happening in life. apart from weekdays which are spent at office, there are the wekends which end up pondering about future. Life has its own way of making you learn. Feels like hell when you are going thru it. But feels like heaven when u have learnt u r lesson and moved on. You feel like u have grown and matured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 yrs and counting ahead.. there is more to life than just 25 yrs. There is more to life than our daily routine. There is more to life than money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either we live our life the way we want to, or we die in compromise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-462770036372832493?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/462770036372832493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=462770036372832493' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/462770036372832493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/462770036372832493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-nothing-like-it.html' title='Life.. nothing like it.'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-550610953424384232</id><published>2008-08-05T16:16:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T16:30:53.948+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Democracy and Consumer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We say that India is the biggest Democracy in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We also say that in todays world consumer is the crux of all transactions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Now consider this interesting situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I was standing for a rickshaw near Thane station the other day. I was surprised to see that there were very few of them present. Finally  decided to walk it up. As I came near my home, I witnessed a huge queue of rickshaws. This is the daily ritual which happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The reason behind the big queue was that, all the rickshaws had run out of GAS. The government passed a regulation that all the ricks shud be CNG compliant. Now this is a classic case of demand outstripping supply. There are very few petrol pumps in Thane( or the entire Mumbai taken together) where CNG is available. One of the biggest Petrol pump in Thane is near my place. This petrol pump use to be open from early morning till late night. Now the management has decided to reduce the time of operation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Now these rickshawala's stand in the line for say 2-3 hrs. To add to their woes, MSEB has started giving the excuse of Load shedding and cutting off electricity supply for 3 hrs in the morning and 3 hrs in the evening. So the rickshawala goes without any business for atleast 6-7hrs in a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Now because of all this ppl like me who want a rick cant get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;When we say democracy, we elect our Govt. We are responsible that the govt performs. At the same time it is the Govt responsibility to take positive measures to solve problems of the AAM JUNTA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We live in a world today, where we say Consumer is the King!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;After reading the above anecdote, do you still think the above line holds true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-550610953424384232?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/550610953424384232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=550610953424384232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/550610953424384232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/550610953424384232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2008/08/democracy-and-consumer.html' title='Democracy and Consumer.'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-2445715273826625303</id><published>2008-07-22T17:48:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T17:59:41.461+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian politics - Complete Shambles</title><content type='html'>Wat do u say about a country named India. More than 1.2 billion population... one of the BRIC countries... emerging nation... Democracy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Sloppy Politics. India is in a bad condition when it comes to Politics. Today in the Lok Sabha when a section of the opposition brandished hard cash alleging bribe by SP, it showed the ugly face of politics. It showed the dirty hands in which our nation is. The same hands which have committed all the major scams. Dunno how can we progress when we have such ppl at the helm of the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I feel we will never progress till we have these age old politicians. India desperately needs a change. If we are to become the global powerhouse that everyone is talking about, our political scenario needs to change. We need more young ppl at the center stage. Young and good ppl. Rahul gandhi spoke like a true corporate person. I dont say he is good or bad. I dont wanna judge him. He spoke with respect and he spoke with patience. He had a suave side to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on second thoughts if you think, good ppl wont be able to survive in Indian Politics. Its made for the dirty and the rotten ppl. Scams and corruption is a given in Indian Politics. One who can live with it and be a part of it and can maneuver around it can only succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we will continue to live in this nation which is touted to grow. God knows how and when. The thing is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISN'T GROWTH RELATIVE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-2445715273826625303?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2445715273826625303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=2445715273826625303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2445715273826625303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2445715273826625303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2008/07/wat-do-u-say-about-country-named-india.html' title='Indian politics - Complete Shambles'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-1495297937879293076</id><published>2008-07-20T00:04:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T00:11:20.785+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Knight ... or is it The Joker??</title><content type='html'>Saw the movie The Dark Knight today. The shortest of the A of MAAKA recommended it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a movie about Batman. The same Batman.. who saves Gotham city from its enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always liked the batman movie... Batman Forever.. batman and Robin... etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is that in every new movie the actor who plays The Batman is a new face. Same goes with his enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time he has an enemy named The Joker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman is played by Christian Bale( The Prestige fame)... nice actor... looks good in the batman suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Joker is played by the late Heath Ledger. Now wat do i say of this guy... Faaaaking mind blowing.... no jokes for his performance.. he is insane... he is crazy... he is maniac.... he has lived the character...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and watch this one for The Joker... he steals the show... and the lines... and the Movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sad that Heath is no longer alive... a great actor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tchao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-1495297937879293076?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/1495297937879293076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=1495297937879293076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/1495297937879293076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/1495297937879293076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2008/07/dark-knight-or-is-it-joker.html' title='The Dark Knight ... or is it The Joker??'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-7430161786382097455</id><published>2008-07-11T22:44:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:55:17.688+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu!</title><content type='html'>Does the subject of this blog tell you anything??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the Deja Vu is due to the fact that, yesterday I saw a movie alone! This is the second instance after the first one occuring some 3.5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first instance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie. Never expected that I wud go and see a movie alone and that too a movie like this. Neha Dhupia being exploited in the story as well as the movie. Wat a piece of crap that movie was.&lt;br /&gt;Well the reason for seeing it alone was that I had time to spend after giving my infy test. results were suppose to be declared afetr 3 hrs... So Eros was the location and Julie was the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Second Instance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaane tu... ya jaane na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice movie. Typical love story with a diffrence. Fresh Faces. Good Music.. Pace is good. Characters are cool. Drama full Bollywood ishstyle. Yet a diff movie. Much much better that the crap shit cocky Karan - Shah Ruk love stories. The place was Kolhapurs Only multiplex: PARVATI MULTIPLEX. Wat a place... as the advts started.. i cud hear the sound of the movie reel rolling. The noise that it created was disturbing none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mumbai ppl are used to switching off our cell phones. In kolhapur... its u r theater. Ringtones of al sorts buzzing continuously and no one objects. Sound was good.. dunno if it was the Dolby Digital or wat.....kuch to tha... but accha tha...baki seats were comfy... lotsa leg room... for a person like me.. leg room is a must...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall a cool experience. I wud suggest all the ppl to go and watch this one. Its a pure Bollywood movie. Go watch it. Enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-7430161786382097455?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/7430161786382097455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=7430161786382097455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7430161786382097455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7430161786382097455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2008/07/deja-vu.html' title='Deja Vu!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-9013521017346175959</id><published>2008-06-28T14:24:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:39:07.164+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats the truth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KomXPegDxGQ/SGXpF2089wI/AAAAAAAAALk/ps3vbnP37vQ/s1600-h/truth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KomXPegDxGQ/SGXpF2089wI/AAAAAAAAALk/ps3vbnP37vQ/s320/truth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216832030204819202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Truth: Facts: Integrity: Principles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does everything that seem so on the tip of the ice berg, the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do we believe our friends on the news that they give us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we ever think twice before accepting some news as true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is seeing, Believing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts if not known properly can lead to misunderstandings and damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the surface we might feel that a particular person has been a fraud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lies beneath might be  different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whom do you trust? How much do you trust? What do you trust? Q's worth pondering upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence of judgment carries a lot of weight. It also defines the personality of an individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time may be one such time in your life. Be fair. Thats the least you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Think about it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-9013521017346175959?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/9013521017346175959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=9013521017346175959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/9013521017346175959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/9013521017346175959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-truth.html' title='Whats the truth?'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KomXPegDxGQ/SGXpF2089wI/AAAAAAAAALk/ps3vbnP37vQ/s72-c/truth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-1230007127907884180</id><published>2008-06-26T23:03:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:39:07.261+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Times Like these...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KomXPegDxGQ/SGPAk456hfI/AAAAAAAAALc/WnSwSpMikZM/s1600-h/What.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KomXPegDxGQ/SGPAk456hfI/AAAAAAAAALc/WnSwSpMikZM/s320/What.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216224533408286194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time comes in your life when you just have to lie low. Nothing in this world can help you in such a time. Whatever you do seems to be a waste of effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life moves at snails pace and you start questioning the very basis of existence. Things start cropping up in your brain and you tend to block the trash inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What needs to be done in such a case? Well the answer is Lie Low. Believe in yourself. Purge all the unwanted trash out regularly. Bide your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember! No one take anything away from you. You build your future. You are the Goal. Make yourself happen. Arrive. Do things differently. Be patient. Think logically and practically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally Hit Hard when the time is right. You will know that time. It will come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...Self belief will rule!&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/19627585-1230007127907884180?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/1230007127907884180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=1230007127907884180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/1230007127907884180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/1230007127907884180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2008/06/times-like-these.html' title='Times Like these...'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KomXPegDxGQ/SGPAk456hfI/AAAAAAAAALc/WnSwSpMikZM/s72-c/What.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-7332820812943373917</id><published>2008-06-11T00:14:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:39:07.458+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time.. ticking away the moments that make up a dull day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KomXPegDxGQ/SE63dnekIaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/JmCkzYeipyI/s1600-h/24h_clock_v2.1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KomXPegDxGQ/SE63dnekIaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/JmCkzYeipyI/s320/24h_clock_v2.1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210303538355511714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up: The following is an extract- not my own post. Since links expire, I thought of putting it up. Interesting read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do&lt;/span&gt; you ever get the feeling that time is just dragging on? You might be working in the office, sitting at your desk at school during a long lecture or waiting for the doctor to see you, but when you look up at the clock, you could swear the 15 minutes it took for the long hand to move a quarter of an hour were really twice as long. No matter how much you squirm and fidget, time is taking its sweet time in getting to the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, sometimes it can feel like time moves too quickly. Deep, engaging conversations with friends and loved ones can last for several hours but make you feel like time swept by in minutes. You can wake up right when the alarm goes off in the morning but somehow still end up running late for work. You're left throwing your hands up, wondering what happened to all of that lost time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is a strangely contradictory concept. Many of us think of it as a concrete way of describing how long an event takes to unfold. And why wouldn't we, when we have fancy gadgets like watches? Modern technology has given us clocks, which help us measure time precisely. Atomic clocks, which measure the resonance frequencies of atoms, are even better at telling time. When someone standing still then walks 10 paces forward, we can easily measure with a stopwatch the number of seconds it took from the beginning of that short journey to its end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time doesn't always feel precise to us. When you bring two different people into the equation, especially if they don't have any watches, getting them to agree on their experience of time becomes increasingly difficult. So is time as simple as we think it is, or is it more fluid and relative? How is time connected to space?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-7332820812943373917?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/7332820812943373917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=7332820812943373917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7332820812943373917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7332820812943373917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-ticking-away-moments-that-make-up.html' title='Time.. ticking away the moments that make up a dull day..'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KomXPegDxGQ/SE63dnekIaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/JmCkzYeipyI/s72-c/24h_clock_v2.1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-1706755189269106579</id><published>2008-06-08T12:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T12:11:29.016+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-1706755189269106579?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/1706755189269106579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=1706755189269106579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/1706755189269106579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/1706755189269106579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2008/06/waiting.html' title='Waiting........'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-8072886258000484785</id><published>2008-03-31T21:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:03:06.100+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A DAY IN THE LIFE OF BHAU!</title><content type='html'>Melange 08!.... Day 2!!.... Got up late... after the Fashion Show a day before... Day 2 of Melange was here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co ordinated the Salsa Workshop... Felt nice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On cards was the wedding of a fellow SIMSRite.... and I wanted to attend it no matter wat.... and as luck wud have it.. I even got a companion in A... The wedding was special since it was a Christan Wedding....The first such even i have been to.... it was a coool experience... cant describe it... u just have to witness it.... It signifies LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back from the wedding and the next thing I know is that I am suppose to coordinate the Dance Competition... DUH!... Not tough... but stilll had to get everything in place.... Enjoyed coordinating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important moment came when our GROUP... ie MMS A guys performed on stage.... wat an experience!!.... The best time I ever had in SIMSR... In the last 2 years... I enjoyed the most during this dance performance... DIL KUSH HO GAYA..... KUDOS to th MMS A class of 2006-08.... U PPL MADE MY DAY....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-8072886258000484785?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/8072886258000484785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=8072886258000484785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/8072886258000484785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/8072886258000484785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-in-life-of-bhau.html' title='A DAY IN THE LIFE OF BHAU!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-2809584470672026668</id><published>2008-03-22T01:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T01:48:23.553+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball!</title><content type='html'>Yeh , Played proper competitive basketball after a gap of 4 years. Felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was rusty... couldnt get into the box... no driving happening... shooting was bad... hit a couple of 3 pointers after a lot of concentration... lost by a point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT EVEN AFTER A LONG DAY.... AT 12:17AM in the morning... still feeling .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVITALIZED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the sport names basketball!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-2809584470672026668?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2809584470672026668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=2809584470672026668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2809584470672026668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2809584470672026668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2008/03/basketball.html' title='Basketball!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-9152724241640093765</id><published>2008-03-09T19:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T19:42:56.886+07:00</updated><title type='text'>As the days go by....</title><content type='html'>I have been sleeping a lot of late. Weekend afternoon sleeps have become a norm. On weekdays, its more like getting up not before 7AM and then thinking of whether to go to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are those days when I used to plan for the next 2 days. Gone are those days when I used to get up early to exercise. There was a sense of urgency in life. Suddenly after placements, all that has disappeared. I understand that this might be the relaxing period, before the corporate life begins. I worked my ass off for the last 1.5 yrs. It was a great experience. The years gone by in SIMSR taught me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMSR has given me a set of friends whom I will never forget. It seems like a lifetime bond with these people. Now a days I go to college only to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we will all become busy in our corporate lives and soon one by one everyone will be married. But one thing that will not change is  the way I look at these people from SIMSR. They will always mean the same to me even 20 yrs down the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, I am planning to make most of the days that have been left with us. Come mid April and all of us will disperse. But the bonds that I have built in SIMSR will live forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the SIMSR gang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-9152724241640093765?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/9152724241640093765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=9152724241640093765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/9152724241640093765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/9152724241640093765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2008/03/as-days-go-by.html' title='As the days go by....'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-7835563423419298934</id><published>2008-01-18T09:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T13:41:36.668+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belief and Faith</title><content type='html'>How good am I?&lt;br /&gt;Am I really going to be able to achieve it?&lt;br /&gt;My peers are in a rat race, so should I also be in it?&lt;br /&gt;Will I excel in my job?&lt;br /&gt;How will my career shape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Questions. One Answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself and have faith in what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic came about because yesterday night Me, AC, RH, PB happened to talk about it in MTC.&lt;br /&gt;It came about because we found out how different we were from the others. We realised that we are hardworking, sincere, honest, clean and mean no harm to anyone. Yet we try and do things differently. We do it because we always want to achieve something more in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that my present state does not justify my achievement. I will never be fully satisfied in life because I will always try to improve myself and take me to the next level. But that does not mean I will always be sad in life. I like challenges and I like to face them head on. The same goes with AC, RH and PB. We all have had various challenges facing us, but we always came out flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact of the matter is: We believed in what we did and we will continue to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One aspect that I needed to improve upon was highlighted by AC and RH. They have always done that. They know I am quite capable of getting that one thing which has been eluding me every time I have thought it was the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I know that I will get only the best, because I try and give only the best. The point here is to be patient and have faith in my abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments will tick past, but the belief and faith that has been restored will remain forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-7835563423419298934?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/7835563423419298934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=7835563423419298934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7835563423419298934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7835563423419298934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2008/01/belief-and-faith.html' title='Belief and Faith'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-4865929437783870546</id><published>2008-01-13T23:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:28:20.277+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainty and its effects..</title><content type='html'>Life throws one in situations out of one's reach. The person doesnt know wat to do, since things are not in his control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cloud of uncertainty makes every one of us anxious, sometimes nervous, sometimes desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we tackle these situations defines how we will live life in the future. Accepting the fact that there will always be certain things which will not be in our control is the best option. Life should always be lived forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To believe in one self and do the things that one thinks are right, even if they may seem to defy common logic can take a person to great heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty is the truth, accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tchao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-4865929437783870546?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/4865929437783870546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=4865929437783870546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/4865929437783870546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/4865929437783870546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2008/01/uncertainty-and-its-effects.html' title='Uncertainty and its effects..'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-4628190510734808922</id><published>2007-12-22T21:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T21:54:50.113+07:00</updated><title type='text'>And life takes a new turn...</title><content type='html'>Life has taken a new turn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long days ahead... very little work to do... lazy days... sleepy mornings..... weighty issues....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life seems to have come to a stand still.... all of a sudden i feel like i have been thrown into a world of Stillness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind has not been working like it used to... thoughts blur out ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to do something..cant stay still ... just cant stay at one place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must Must Must do something productive....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-4628190510734808922?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/4628190510734808922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=4628190510734808922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/4628190510734808922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/4628190510734808922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-life-takes-new-turn.html' title='And life takes a new turn...'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-4544236675731232525</id><published>2007-12-13T11:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T11:06:13.702+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfishness</title><content type='html'>Everyone is thinking of their own gains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its me and my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Responsibilities can take a back seat when it comes to ME. I am only concerned of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a lot of people who think like that. I understood that people are generally selfish and wouldnt want to waste time doing something good for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess a lesson to be learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tchao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-4544236675731232525?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/4544236675731232525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=4544236675731232525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/4544236675731232525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/4544236675731232525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/12/selfishness.html' title='Selfishness'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-7721034615022151992</id><published>2007-11-30T01:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T01:28:06.476+07:00</updated><title type='text'>People - Not worth their seat</title><content type='html'>We come across many people in our life who we feel are not worth their seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These ppl feel that they are doing a great job at the top. Well i beg to differ. There are situations when you know that the person sitting at the top is not good. There cud have been a more matured and brilliant person sitting at the top directing and channelizing the resources properly. A true leader is the one who knows how to utilize his resources and has a control over the resources. He is the one who has that outlook and the initiative that everyone else lack. He is the one who sees things as Black and White and tries to get an objective view of things. He is alert at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all these qualities can only be present in a person who is highly experienced and yet agile OR a person who is young and enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our politicians are all old men who try to show that they can handle this country's future. Its the same in some other institutions too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess unless the way of change doesnt sweep off such people, the institutions and the country will continue to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had my share of experiences with such people. I know for a fact that I am only going to be concerned about my work. Such people are soo self centric that they want people to give then the respect in the form of ass licking. Well I guess I am not one of those and will never be. i would rather concentrate on my work and get ahead in life rather that try to do favors to such people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time will come when I will tell all....watch out for that.... its boiling inside me now... I had to write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tchao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-7721034615022151992?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/7721034615022151992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=7721034615022151992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7721034615022151992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7721034615022151992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/11/people-not-worth-their-seat.html' title='People - Not worth their seat'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-2818726273512224823</id><published>2007-11-12T21:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:01:25.413+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things not to be said...</title><content type='html'>there are somethings which are not to be said... yet you say them... U dont realise what you have done until u see the after effects of such a thing. All of us do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets have a different perspective on it. I would like to say that things which are suppose to happen will happen. Its destiny and it had to happen at that particular time. How you cope with what has happened determines your maturity. Not everyone can face the consequences of their actions. But then each and every person can rely on a support called friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are the best people to pour your heart out and speak. Friends who understand who you are and why are u reacting in a particular way. Friendship is something that is to be cherished.. infact friend ship is important to each and every relation... Some one has rightly said that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All love that has no friendship as its base is like a mansion built on quicksand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the topic, i wud say that once things are done and dusted off, you must not brood over them too much. You may regret your doings in the past. But then life gives you one opportunity. You either make the best of it or u fail miserably. You choose your own path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nuthing in this world that does not have a solution. The only thing needed is the attitude to challenge the common beliefs and twist and turn the thing and change it. Everyone has to get out of the comfort zone at some point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you truly want to know the meaning of something, try changing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-2818726273512224823?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2818726273512224823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=2818726273512224823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2818726273512224823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2818726273512224823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-not-to-be-said.html' title='Things not to be said...'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-2315980277734495508</id><published>2007-11-12T02:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T02:30:04.148+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tried my hand at singing</title><content type='html'>Well well well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat a day it has been... for the first time in my life.. i sang in public..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karaoke!! at MTC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I , Prabha and Aseem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aseem has always been a good singer... so it was an opportunity to sing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang Wonderwall, Wish you were here..fields of gold... In the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome experience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the next karaoke night!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-2315980277734495508?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2315980277734495508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=2315980277734495508' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2315980277734495508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2315980277734495508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/11/tried-my-hand-at-singing.html' title='Tried my hand at singing'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-9123579354836913515</id><published>2007-11-11T22:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:45:43.660+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now starts the grind!</title><content type='html'>Diwali was nice. Enjoyed the short break. Exams finishing off before the vacation helped a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now though the real Grind starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next two months are going to be absolute action packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corridor of uncertainty will decide our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-9123579354836913515?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/9123579354836913515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=9123579354836913515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/9123579354836913515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/9123579354836913515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/11/now-starts-grind.html' title='Now starts the grind!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-3926599902856089000</id><published>2007-11-03T12:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T12:06:20.524+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Blues( Neeli Pariksha!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;Exam Jo chalu hai&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;Par paper bhi bakvaas hai&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;Padhai to hoti nahi&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;Exam me Gas ki batti jalti nahi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-3926599902856089000?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/3926599902856089000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=3926599902856089000' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/3926599902856089000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/3926599902856089000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/11/exam-blues-neeli-pariksha.html' title='Exam Blues( Neeli Pariksha!!)'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-7001384670860511851</id><published>2007-10-27T09:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T09:18:13.627+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrisy - 2</title><content type='html'>Here I am again writing on a topic which I had posted earlier. And again its due to the same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time around it is different. This time that person has crossed the limits of tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has also got to do with people taking me for granted.If there is some work to be done, it is taken for granted that I would do it...(esp if it is related to a certain P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the point of contention over here is, why shud people show unnecessary enthusiasm and say things like " Chal chal we shud do this , we need to develop concept!!"...and then simply turn their back around...when u are sitting all day for the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the very people whom I would have thought of banking upon. Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a very thin line that this hypocrite was trading with me. And this person has lost all the image in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's ending another relationship today. It doesn't feel good to do so...but then I cant stay and pretend to be friendly with ppl who are hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One may say its my EGO. Probably it is. Till this time i had kept my EGO aside. But when the limits are crossed, I guess its time for each and every person to realize his/her worth and let &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Self Respect&lt;/span&gt; take center stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-7001384670860511851?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/7001384670860511851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=7001384670860511851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7001384670860511851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7001384670860511851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/10/hypocrisy-2.html' title='Hypocrisy - 2'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-1832724694107572276</id><published>2007-10-02T12:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T13:49:47.784+07:00</updated><title type='text'>POWER</title><content type='html'>POWER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have it, don't know how and where to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who don't have, try to seek it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who shud have it, dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who know how to impress the people in power, make hay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who dont know how to lick the asses of the ppl in power, are left high and dry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like this is happening somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People dont wanna work...they wanna enjoy the status !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say i have tried my best to get the best for everyone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I dont have the POWER to make things happen...I pushed and i pushed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its just not happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will realise what a mistake it was...not listening to the warnings given beforehand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tchao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-1832724694107572276?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/1832724694107572276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=1832724694107572276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/1832724694107572276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/1832724694107572276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/10/power.html' title='POWER'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-5047013265889821753</id><published>2007-09-13T20:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T20:53:41.904+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrisy ..Its the name of the game!</title><content type='html'>There are people who speak a lot. They speak of all the things that they will do...They will show interest in what you are doing. These ppl agree with everything you say..they say that they support it....These are the ppl who tell you how things are to be done, after you have told them they way to do things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat an IRONY...well i guess thats how this world functions...there will always be Hypocrites in this world.. and they will think that wat they do is right....well May be May be not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a victim of this a lot of times... and i have learnt my lessons and I am trying to deal with such people. I take it as an experience... I am searching for a way to behave with such people.... and i guess a bit of hypocrisy in my part will be pardoned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to tackle them, I guess wud be to give them back in a subtle way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut this topic...here's to you Hypocrites... To Me...To Floyd!! As i listen to this Song... here goes....strum the guitar...let the drums ring in my ears...here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Shine on you crazy diamond.&lt;br /&gt;Now theres a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Shine on you crazy diamond.&lt;br /&gt;You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the&lt;br /&gt;Steel breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend,&lt;br /&gt;You martyr, and shine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.&lt;br /&gt;Shine on you crazy diamond.&lt;br /&gt;Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.&lt;br /&gt;Shine on you crazy diamond.&lt;br /&gt;Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, rode on the&lt;br /&gt;Steel breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper,&lt;br /&gt;You prisoner, and shine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-5047013265889821753?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/5047013265889821753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=5047013265889821753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/5047013265889821753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/5047013265889821753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/09/hypocrisy-its-name-of-game.html' title='Hypocrisy ..Its the name of the game!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-331048130571019559</id><published>2007-09-12T02:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T03:07:26.999+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of horse shit and even lot more red sand in ur eyes and nose.....MY IDEA OF ULTIMATE FUN..</title><content type='html'>Ok i copied this title from my frds blog. Saw this title there with nuthing written to support it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to have some fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;      Lots of horse shit and even lot more red sand in ur eyes and nose.....MY IDEA OF ULTIMATE FUN..&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wats my idea of the above "thing"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horse Shit: Something that even the horse himself cant understand...but all others can...I know "SHIT HAPPENS!"..but what about horse shit...it doesnt happen....u get u r self in Horse Shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what it means is...u just ignore some imp thing and u land u r self in horse shit!! and then u say SHIT man i landed in horse Shit!...Shit what a Shitty topic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Sand: What in the world what my frd thinking when he made this title!! DUH!@#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red sand in you eyes...good can make a song on this... OPPS forgot the nose behind....DUH..was busy sneezing because of the red sand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i know i am getting really PAKAO now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this was the Ultimate Fun...writing a crappy topic....just write!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tchao!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-331048130571019559?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/331048130571019559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=331048130571019559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/331048130571019559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/331048130571019559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/09/lots-of-horse-shit-and-even-lot-more.html' title='Lots of horse shit and even lot more red sand in ur eyes and nose.....MY IDEA OF ULTIMATE FUN..'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-3784466901240908765</id><published>2007-08-06T23:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:43:40.626+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming back to life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Back from summers...i was lost in transition.....things seemed to stop and nuthing seemed logical...Cold wars filled up the air...and continued till date....then came the realization....the realization of who I am and what I am here to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;There is a place i am to fill and no one else can fill....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I derive pleasure in working and I gain my satisfaction from my work....I had lost my focus and was concentrating my energy in the wrong places...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I decided to let go...let go of all ties....let go of ppl who didnt care...who ridiculed me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Here I am today....on this road to freedom....I was caged in my own thoughts.......Now i am going to leave my excess baggage behind ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am coming back to life!!&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/19627585-3784466901240908765?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/3784466901240908765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=3784466901240908765' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/3784466901240908765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/3784466901240908765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/08/coming-back-to-life.html' title='Coming back to life!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-971148375780438235</id><published>2007-06-09T18:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T18:33:01.658+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learnings from the year gone by.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;When the knives are out only 1 person in a      million will stand behind you as a friend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;People show themselves as peacocks when they      are really snakes – these are the dangerous ones.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;God made females. God never told the men not to      trust them. (exceptions always exist..but very few).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;There are only 2 people in this world I trust      beyond doubt.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;The more candid you are, the more stupid you      sound.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Diplomacy is an art of getting things done and      putting things the politically correct way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Hypocrisy is the basis of politics.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There      is no need boiling the ocean for a handful of salt.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Save your ass when u get the opportunity,      rather than thinking about the others.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Never      say things directly. Pretend as if you are just trying to put things in a      better way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No      matter how strongly you disagree, never open your mouth if you are angry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Recognize the false praise bestowed upon you by others. It’s      just a way of getting their things done from you. You become the      scapegoat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The      only true friends you make are during your school days. After that      everyone has a motive behind making friendship with you. You will be lucky      to find a true friend after you leave your school.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19627585-971148375780438235?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/971148375780438235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=971148375780438235' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/971148375780438235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/971148375780438235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/06/learning-from-year-gone-by.html' title='Learnings from the year gone by.'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-7085301331553802581</id><published>2007-06-09T18:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T18:24:26.685+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhel in Bangalore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;18/05/2007:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;It was the last working day of the week. I had planned to meet one of my distant relatives in Bangalore. I was waiting in office expecting the IT guys to give us access to the blocked websites, like they had done last Friday. But, it wasn’t to be this time. I still wonder how come I got access the last time around. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Anyways, I left office at 6:30PM dejected. My relative was going to call me to tell me the time and the place to meet. But I was hungry. So as has become the tradition for me, I started off to explore the 100ft road. I saw a Bhelwala on my way. I wanted to eat something, but decided against eating the bhel. Now, while coming back, I again saw the bhelwala. I couldn’t resist it. I had the experience of my life with the Bhel of Bangalore!I asked him” Bhaiya kya kya milega?”. He said” Bhel Puri, Masala Puri, Pani Puri.” “Masala Puri???” I wondered. This is something we ask for in the end, after finishing the Bhel. I chose to go for the safest bet: The Bhel Puri. I told him the usual stuff of “Theeka Mat Banana”. He asked me “ Meetha Cahiye kya?”. I said “ Thoda Theeka chatni dalo”. As he handed me the plate, I was hoping that the Bhel would taste good. I put the spoonful of Bhel in my mouth and the entire meaning of Bhel changed for me. There was no meetha chatni(the imli ka chatni) in it! It was a bland mixture of kurmura, puri, sev, ragda, and god knows what. Somehow I managed to finish it off. It cost me just Rs.8&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;The conclusion: Never have a Bhel outside Mumbai(well u can try Gujarat!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-7085301331553802581?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/7085301331553802581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=7085301331553802581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7085301331553802581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7085301331553802581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/06/bhel-in-bangalore.html' title='Bhel in Bangalore!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-2237921832956511715</id><published>2007-06-08T10:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T10:40:03.591+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A face to remember.</title><content type='html'>Today I was waiting at the signal of CMH Road and 100Ft rd crossing in Bangalore. I glanced through my mirror, to find the most beautiful face I have ever seen in my 24 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The face smiled as her car came to a halt behind me. The lips were luscious and the smile was sensuous. I was wondering at what did she smile? Then I saw a joker behind me . He was demonstrating some tricks with a cap on his head and a rope tied to the cap. She was enjoying the scene. He kohled eyes were the most beautiful eyes I have seen. They were wide and sparkling with delight. He gave the boy the Baksheesh he deserved, smiled again. Her face spoke to me...it did something that no one has been able to do...it touched my heart....and it will remain with me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I could have got down and complemented her on her looks. But the signal turned from RED to GREEN and then she disappeared into the background.............never to be seen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-2237921832956511715?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2237921832956511715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=2237921832956511715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2237921832956511715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2237921832956511715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/06/face-to-remember.html' title='A face to remember.'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-8902396770373642530</id><published>2007-06-05T10:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T10:37:03.955+07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 more days to go?</title><content type='html'>Today is: 5th June 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer Internship phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bored of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored of datamining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiming to Finish by 20th June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to visit and meet alumni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try and book tickets for 26th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 more days to go!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-8902396770373642530?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/8902396770373642530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=8902396770373642530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/8902396770373642530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/8902396770373642530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/06/20-more-days-to-go.html' title='20 more days to go?'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-6735144851079801751</id><published>2007-05-18T19:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T19:28:00.266+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Access Policies in Companies - Wats your take??</title><content type='html'>Well I am experiencing life with constraints during my summers. No access to any other websites except google.com and Pagalguy.com. I keep on researching about my project the whole day!! Well and it gets boring without any entertainement during the entre day. Some one even disabled the games suite which comes with the windows. How strict can they get??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My previous job was cool.. had access to all the websites..used to visit the usual gmail and orkut. But apart from that..i also used to read upon some interesting stories so as to keep abreast with the latest happenings. And I also used to compelete my work in time!!! wat else does your company need from u when u r delivering the goods????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am strongly of the opinion that employees whud be given access to all the websites. Ofcourse the IT admin guys can monitor the content...but dont block websites by giving security reasons.. i think technology today has advanced to such a level that the malicious websites can be blocked on the fly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are actually making an employee numb and monotonous by restricting access. I guess every employee is mature enough to know that work comes first!! For those who dont work ...will anyways wont work(whether u give them acess or not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, tomorrow's organizations will be and shud be more open about the previledges that they offer to the employees....HR can take notice of this...one of the aspects of motivating the employees and ensuring they dont get bored on their job!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me...i have another 2 months to go without access to any other website...SOB..:(!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-6735144851079801751?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/6735144851079801751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=6735144851079801751' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/6735144851079801751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/6735144851079801751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/05/access-policies-in-companies-wats-your.html' title='Access Policies in Companies - Wats your take??'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-7279912965781247329</id><published>2007-05-11T15:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T15:49:26.399+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summers---no net no gmail...only PG and Blogger!!</title><content type='html'>Summers started ....and i dont have access to websites other than google.com...gets frustrating...reading a lotta docs for datamining...a tough job!!! but yest i found out that i cud access Pagalguy(PG) from my office. Well as luck wud have it..today i could access my blogger account....cooooooooooool...so here I am posting on my blog once again!!...also got a guest pass for access anywhere in the office...so now I dont have to bother the others for getting me access to the internet cafe....will post more later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-7279912965781247329?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/7279912965781247329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=7279912965781247329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7279912965781247329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7279912965781247329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/05/summers-no-net-no-gmailonly-pg-and.html' title='Summers---no net no gmail...only PG and Blogger!!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-8899627898748118317</id><published>2007-05-06T18:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T18:11:09.012+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangalore or Bangaluru...Duh! how does it matter??</title><content type='html'>Yeh!! how does it matter wat it is called?? I loved the place... good climate..good weather and gr8 ppl...already visited a few coool restaurants( thanks to my Aunt!!)..enjoyed my first 2 days here.. hope so the next 2 months are gr8 as well...there is a lot to see here in Bangalore...I guess I will do some travelling too!!...wait for y next post then.. till then..TCHAO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-8899627898748118317?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/8899627898748118317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=8899627898748118317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/8899627898748118317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/8899627898748118317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/05/bangalore-or-bangaluruduh-how-does-it.html' title='Bangalore or Bangaluru...Duh! how does it matter??'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-7636463036791547851</id><published>2007-04-26T22:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T23:01:29.948+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat a Life!</title><content type='html'>This post will talk about some people that i observed the other day at the farewell party for our seniors. Well there was this guy who was incharge of arranging the party. As the discussion went on with him, i cud make out that he didnt have much to do in his life. His only aim was to go party every night. He is only 20 and I feel his is a perfect example of a wasted life. He was considering himself to be sooo cool. Being from Mithibai college, he seemed to be up in 7th heaven...and he felt we all MBA students were wasting our time studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partying is good once in a while..but to do that every night..argggggh!&lt;br /&gt; A child  gine wild...with no focus in life...money at his disposal...and a life very ordinary!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant imagine anything worse for the GENNEXT of India!!!...we dont need no education....&lt;br /&gt;but we dont need any Chuuuu....like this one either!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-7636463036791547851?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/7636463036791547851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=7636463036791547851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7636463036791547851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/7636463036791547851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/04/wat-life.html' title='Wat a Life!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-6298853743629930510</id><published>2007-03-29T00:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:26:26.216+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rising from the Ashes!</title><content type='html'>I was rediculed. I was belittled. I was made a scape goat.&lt;br /&gt;I went in a shell. I didnt visit my temple. I cut off from the temple activities.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Alas!!! I cant take it anymore. I am Back...Rising from the Ashes!&lt;br /&gt;Its time to take command of the temple and make people worship it.&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore can people can point finger at the temple....not anymore can&lt;br /&gt;anyone throw dirt at the temple. The temple is sacred and so shall it be. I want&lt;br /&gt;to be a part of this temple.... and I will make it a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will change the way the temple functions. i will change the inhibitions that people&lt;br /&gt;have about the temple. I will see to it that the people in the temple are respected and&lt;br /&gt;not doubted. I will see to it that non performing people are driven out of the temple.&lt;br /&gt;I will see to it that the temple faces new challenges head on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about making a change in the way the temple functions. Game on.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I will end the game next year. Till then guess what the temple signifies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-6298853743629930510?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/6298853743629930510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=6298853743629930510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/6298853743629930510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/6298853743629930510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/03/rising-from-ashes.html' title='Rising from the Ashes!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-4542503890646529767</id><published>2007-03-01T14:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T14:41:21.376+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"FRAMED" - MADE A SCAPE GOAT.</title><content type='html'>Wat do u call a situation in which you get punished for no fault of your's and someone else escapes it all through out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well misfortune strikes and BIG time...Ppl are manipulative. I have had the experience in the past and I have one had this today! But what can i do about it....just now a frd of mine was saying " why dont you question their decision?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I say u question the decision of those who are realy to listen to u with an open mind. When someone comes to a meeting with  prefixed thoughts and is having such a narrow way of approaching things...u just cant do anything about it....POWER and POLITICS rule here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then you have your collegues who will support everything that you say outside the meeting room. But once in the room, they just cant open their mouth to talk....its as though they were mesmerized by the talk of the other person. I hate such people actually. People who pretent. Pretend to be Peacocks when they are really snakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt one important thing yesterday. Its every man for himself. No one cares. If it is to their benefit they will chip in...like it happened yest when ppl pounced on the opportunity to lash out at me. Well but that is HUMAN tendency. Those people who other wise dont even utter a word in the meeting came on like lions who were hungry to kill their prey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All said and done I say that I stand by my belief. I was right , I am right. Comparing with a fraud was the last thing to expect. But then i was!!! and then the person even backtracks to save his ass. people can stoop to such a low level sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well another experience in my BAG. And I know i am going to walk alone through this. Well I dont want to carry this excess baggage with me. Life is too precious to be wasted on such things and such people who wear masks and pretend. For all those _I_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-4542503890646529767?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/4542503890646529767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=4542503890646529767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/4542503890646529767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/4542503890646529767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/03/framed-made-scape-goat.html' title='&quot;FRAMED&quot; - MADE A SCAPE GOAT.'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-2008556162595512108</id><published>2007-02-28T00:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T00:08:46.659+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARMS ENTWINED</title><content type='html'>What do u do when u know u r right but there r ppl who want to prove u wrong...well u try and fight it..........and I am gonna go eactly that...............YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH .............BRING IT ON!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-2008556162595512108?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2008556162595512108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=2008556162595512108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2008556162595512108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2008556162595512108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/02/arms-entwined.html' title='ARMS ENTWINED'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-3924490984827173969</id><published>2007-02-22T01:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T01:25:33.892+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy things called PPT's</title><content type='html'>Had enough of these PPT already. With only the SEM 1 and half of SEM 2 through, I am feeling bored to give these PPT's. Only a few are motivating enough. Infact sometimes even the faculty doesnt seem to be interested in the PPT's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it thought...still a year and half to go....SOB....:(....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-3924490984827173969?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/3924490984827173969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=3924490984827173969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/3924490984827173969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/3924490984827173969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/02/crazy-things-called-ppts.html' title='Crazy things called PPT&apos;s'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-8867402287084741828</id><published>2007-02-02T22:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T23:04:25.091+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Influence!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>What do u call a  person who is heavily infuenced?&lt;br /&gt;Ans. A Jerk!&lt;br /&gt;            A Moron!&lt;br /&gt;                A Fool!&lt;br /&gt;                    A lost soul swiming in a fish bowl..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well no words can describe what i am experiencing....and i tried to resist it but guess I will have to live with it ...only for the good of others..............I dont like this feeling.....dependencies........and ppl just seem to accept things as they are......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the main point here is that how much can a person infuence another person. So much so that he gets blinded by the truth....and wont believe it and to top it all get angry and ans rudely.............&lt;br /&gt;they say " ek gandi machali pure talab ko ganda kar deti hai"..........exactly this is what AG has done !!! i wud say even the GANDI MACHALI wud be better than AG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never seen a woman like her........frankly speaking i wud puke on seeing her!! and she smells bad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough of this post...i dont even feel like writing about it..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got better things to do...but had to vent my frustration somewhere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and PPL who can make something out of this POST...plz comment heavily.....against that Bitch!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-8867402287084741828?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/8867402287084741828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=8867402287084741828' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/8867402287084741828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/8867402287084741828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/02/influence.html' title='Influence!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-2328556629588815498</id><published>2007-01-21T19:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T20:10:01.226+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unplugged!</title><content type='html'>Dream run!!! Yeh Yeh i ran the marathon this yr too..And i had a wildcard entry so to say...was not mentally prepared to run, but some how did complete the race....actually i took this opportunity to contemplate when i was running...i was in my own world once the race started and i was seperated from my other mates....probably it was predetermined on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well life just seems to be flying past me....the way the projects are being thrown on us, it just seems like I dont have any time to actually stop and take a deep look at life and reorganize. I got that opportunity today and I thing i realized a few things...at the moment not feeling really gr8..last yr i was really feeling satisfied at compelting the marathon....felt like i had achieved something gr8 by running 7KMs....but this yr it's nuthing like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the point, there seems to be no motivation to do a good job in the projects given in the college. The attitude has been more of like " Karna padega to kareneg"...and mostly all of this happens on the last day before the project is to be submitted.....Some how there seems to be no value addition...and I know I have only myself to blame....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, some things that r close to my heart....had to bring them out...called up a couple of frds...but they were busy....so cudnt talk with them...had to put it somewhere...at least outta my mind....I have always believed that the things that trouble you will only feel light when u share and take them outta u r mind. well  what do u do when u know u like a person, but u just cant go and tell that person the same. It is a wierd feeling. Some how I still dont have the confidence to go and let that person know about what I feel. never felt this way before. I have always told people what I felt, but this time I feel I am being really cautious...is it because I really want this thing to work out??? or is it because I dont have the confidence? I certainly dont fear the outcome of the person rejecting my proposal and not having the same feelings for me. Its up to the person to like me as a person in return and have the confidence to actually committ. But this thing some how got to me a bit too much today and I had to take it out . I dont know where destiny is going to take the 2 of us. I dont want to think about it right. I know that I am pressed for time and cant committ right now...but somehow the thought of not knowing what's there in her mind is making me uneasyat times....I am a very practical person...but still sometimes I do get emotional and thats kills me and my enthusiasm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling much better after writing it down...ppl might feel why did i write such a private matter o my blog where many ppl wud read it. well frankly i dont care! I had to put it outta my mind and this was the place i found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think i will have to get my enthusiasm back and get working !! Life is Calling.........Here I am!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-2328556629588815498?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/2328556629588815498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=2328556629588815498' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2328556629588815498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/2328556629588815498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2007/01/unplugged.html' title='Unplugged!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-3052859246015500443</id><published>2006-12-30T19:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T20:06:26.420+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>A dull day with nuthing gr8 happening. Feeling confused and lost in time. Not able to comprehend the present and the future. Yest was gr8. had a good time out in bandra! but some how i feel tierd. actually seems like i have lost all the enthu...life seems so slow all of a sudden. wanna go back to college now...i guess i have got used to the fast paced life of an MBA. Now when all of a sudden i got this boring vacation, it seems so out of place. No plans for 31st..well actually not interested in celebrating it. no particular reason for not celebating the new yrs. Got many things to do...many things pending....but all this is making me sooo confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many dependent variables actually. I somehow dont like things to be kept hanging because they depend on something else occuring ( or not occuring). But thats how life is after all! Well i know that i can very well get over this. I know that i can very well accept the fact that things are always uncertain and that is what brings excitement in our life. Just dont know why I am feeling this way today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is actually a lot to say and lot to do. 2006 ends on a good note.. the yr has been gr8. Experienced success and met new ppl. Had new perspectives...long nights...b school examinations...placement process...agruments....standing up for my inner voice( this one was the best feeling)....enjoying myself on a swing after a long time...driving for long hrs....news of ex gf getting married( relieved -- big time !!!)....had new dimensions put into friendship with my support system...joy of becoming MAMA...and the one that stands out is : Having a GR8 Birthday with R and A giving me a cool surprise!!!did some adventurous things i wudnt have done otherwise( and loved the experience!!)...All in all a GR8 yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now though its time to pull up my socks and get working. Got an opportunity and dont wanna miss this one!! Will always try to make this one count! I realize that this is the only opportunity towards GLORY and SUCCESS. So 2007 here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-3052859246015500443?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/3052859246015500443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=3052859246015500443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/3052859246015500443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/3052859246015500443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2006/12/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-8938296026043512909</id><published>2006-12-09T22:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T23:10:51.962+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "seekers"</title><content type='html'>This post gives me an opportunity to explore my interest in psychology. Seekers -  well i have met many of them. A particular brand of people who try to seek approval for their future or past actions. They just dont seem to have an opinion of their own in certain matters. It seems as though the are fearful of something that might happen. OK i agree that each and everyone of us fears something or the other. But I am not taking about such people. I am talking about people who leave all the practicallity in the world and become prejudiced about certain things. Well here are some of  the instances which come to my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The setting is the GD PI class that i attended before i got admission for my MBA. I saw many people keeping quiet during the GD. After the GD when Sir used to give them an opportunity to talk, they used to have some good points with them. Then why were these people not able to speak up such points in the GD? Well the precise answer is FEAR. this is the fear of getting rejected. Such people go into the GD with a mind set that the others are better than me. What will the others say after listening to my points. My points dont seem to hold good!. well these r the SEEKERS. they want approval. They r terribly low on confidence. But why do the have to be low on confidence even after having some good points with them. Are they intimidated by the others??? Well the simple ans to this Q is that these ppl need to understand that " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I met many people in my colege who seem to seek approval for their actions. If a certain thing is to be said , why not just go and say it. If you feel you r right, then you dont need to seek approval of anyone else. Once in a while its OK, but all then time???? well as far as i am concerned, I feel that such people shud be made to sit down and talked with in a candid manner. I really wud love to show a clear and true picture to such people. But the problem with the HUMAN BEING is that different people perceive things in diff manner. It might so happen that i might have to be harsh with people in order to make them see the reality, but by doing this i might ebd up in their BAD books. Well what they might fail to understands is the underlying benefit of such a CANDID chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the reason that i wrote this post was actually quite different. on second thoughts i donnt even know the reason. i was actually caught between being CANDID and Friendship.  Well i think i might just start writing random thoughts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As hard as it might be for me to be CANDID , I think its time that CANDOR be used and friendship not mixed with it. As a professional i feel i need to be open and discuss everything like a crystal with people around me. The way the things are going on, it seems as though its going to be a big failure. I need to identify( which I think i have already done) the seekers and try to make them realize the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well quite a distorted post !!! I never expected it to turn it the way it has been. But all in all a GR8 experience.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-8938296026043512909?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/8938296026043512909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=8938296026043512909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/8938296026043512909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/8938296026043512909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2006/12/seekers.html' title='The &quot;seekers&quot;'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-116490235906099573</id><published>2006-11-30T22:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T22:59:19.196+07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUMBAI BURNS...YET AGAIN!....ANYTHING NEW???</title><content type='html'>HAHA!!!!!! well well well..fimiliar sights??? i think the last one was a bomb blast!! and today it was even worse! the people of the country burning their own property!  All in all a BIG POLITICAL GAME!!!!!! and whats with these people??? Highly prejudiced and good for nothing. Big time under achievers....these people r so easily accessible that u can  ur self get a few of them for 100 bucks each to bash up someone whom u hate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will the situation chage?? India is progressing they say! A big HAHA again! well i know how its progressing. The rich and level headed will surge ahead! and these DALITS and yeh i mean it when i say this...these DALITS will remain where they r...in their prejudiced world and never come up in life. and they want a Quota system in place .... Well I have 2 words for ya : FUCK OFF!!!!....u either improve or u get FUCKED!! and please dont come and crib about how u dont get what u deserve!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for all the politico's who feel they are doing a gr8 job by sitting in those seats...well u r actually just plain piece of SHIT!...These demagogues will always try to build such henious crimes with the help of such under achievers!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKE up u fools...........or get ready to be left far behind and ROT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-116490235906099573?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/116490235906099573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=116490235906099573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/116490235906099573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/116490235906099573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2006/11/mumbai-burnsyet-againanything-new.html' title='MUMBAI BURNS...YET AGAIN!....ANYTHING NEW???'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-116093000743958182</id><published>2006-10-15T23:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:33:28.626+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartfelt</title><content type='html'>In a more somber mood today and the title goes with the mood. Though I have a lot of work to do now, I still felt like writing down my thoughts. Couldnt help but come here and start posting. Well so what got me here? there is this thought running through my mind. We meet people through the journey called life. Some become really close to us and leave a permanent mark on our lives. Some are just there because they r ment to be there as fillers. But then there are those who mean something special to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Q that arises here is, do we mean the same ( and i mean "special") to them? Well its not always a mutual thing, is it? and then how wise is it to keep on expecting a special treatment from the people who r special to us? There will be times when we find ourselves in a conflict. that is because we cant comprehend the facts. we race against time to find out the truth....but what we often forget is " Uncertainty is the ultimate truth, dont try to fight it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to my point. No matter how much we try to make things happen, ultimately its in HIS hands to make them happen in reality. All that we can do is put the efforts and wish for the best. I have surely put in mine. Now i am at crossroads of my life where i am trying to fight the uncertainty. But today i realised that there was no need fighting something that was not in my hands. I cudnt just be stuck in this moment forever. I had to dump the excccess baggage behind. And so i did. I have put in my efforts. Now its up to HIM to make things happen. till then i will be " Lying on a bed of nails...my arms entwined"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-116093000743958182?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/116093000743958182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=116093000743958182' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/116093000743958182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/116093000743958182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2006/10/heartfelt.html' title='Heartfelt'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-115883917741474551</id><published>2006-09-21T18:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T18:46:17.430+07:00</updated><title type='text'>R u ready to spend some Money???????</title><content type='html'>Wat is the first impression that you wud get on reading the title of my latest post???????&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;ummm...well it refers to Bribes being paid to get the work done ....but is it just that??? Today i did pay a bribe!!! and i was feeling helpless in that situation. I had to get the Leaving certificate from my Engineering College. So i went there and asked the admin guy to give me my certi...now he said that it wud take some time , but i wanted it today. So he asks me "R u ready to spend some Money??"...now what do i do....i had already bunked my college and cudnt afford to do so one more time....this was the same guy who had asked me money for some other document about 2 years back...with the same Q. And i had paid him at that time....i was really getting a feeling of killing that guy...but cudnt help pay the amount of 200 bucks asked by him...this was only for  piecce of paper...and that piece of paper is my right...its the duty of the college to give me the leaving certi free of charge...after paying 100 bucks as a trasfer fee ...this ASSHOLE FUCKING BASTARD asks me to pay him more!!!!!.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and so i got thinking ...and i came to the conclusion that no matter how good a organization is....it does have an admin department which is a breeding ground for Bribes!!!!...yes that true it happens only in the admin department..ok atleat majority of the bribes are taken by the admin ppl !!!...and that too just for getting a small signature of the concerned authority!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the scenario in our country and one which is difficult to change....i cud have easily not paid him the bribe...but I did. Why? WELL I DONT HAVE THE ANS...i wud fire such ppl if i get to know about these mal practices....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well all said and done..i dont know how many wud actually feel the way i do...but i strongly feel that its a matter of u r pride...the person who asked for the money must be soooooo greedy and selffish....i really hate him for that....and now- today i have decided that i will see to it that i dont pay anyone my hard earned money for something that i deserve!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-115883917741474551?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/115883917741474551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=115883917741474551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/115883917741474551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/115883917741474551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2006/09/r-u-ready-to-spend-some-money.html' title='R u ready to spend some Money???????'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-115799291277065166</id><published>2006-09-11T22:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:35:08.036+07:00</updated><title type='text'>huh?? ohhh so i did finally land in a b school!!! Woah!</title><content type='html'>haha! wat a post!! well but thats true I did land in to a b school finally..the much hyped b school...well its SIMSR...now wat do i say about it...well not impressive at all..not at all....the class is good..i wud say its cool...but there is that general MMS tendency of going home as soon as u r done with ur classes...wat the heck man...wat do u do by going home anyways!!..well one of the reasons cud be tht most of us are Mumbaites...so going back to family after a long day in college is what makes us feel secured!!! but i wud love it if we all can contribute and participate in the various events tht take place in and outside the college....well okhay i wud say enough of this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme express my sincere feelings about what i am experiencing in SIMSR...This is a personal opinion and i dont mean to offend anyone who is reading this...and still if u feel u r offend get the SHIT outta here dude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly if u r a prospective MBA student chose an institute which will give u value for education...this is something that is lacking here big time...just because it enjoys the MUMBAI advantage its surviving in terms of placements...on the contrary there are many other institutes who have got excellent teaching staff and many more interactive programmes. We suck at that big time...Faculty is a laughing matter here for MMS atleast....Baring a couple who are good, there is no point in talking about the restof them!!!...There is also a particular clown who GOD know how he landed in to this institute...he sucks big time man!!!!!....The original "ONE" was mind blowing is what the seniors say...and we r really unucky to have the ONE!!!....well u win some u lose some.....but here i sincerely feel there is not much to win..which brings me to the point that if i dont study from now on i am gonna be jacked offffff badly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i need to start studying from now on..today in the FA class i was feeling all left out..with ppl solving the probs all around me !! The only thing i learnt in SIMSR is there is no one who  is gonna guide u...u have to feed u r self...the staff sucks and there is no interest shown to help..baring a few again who are really welcoming an give suggestions...but more or less the B school dream isnt turning out to be that good....and so the story continuesssss......will write more  in future...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-115799291277065166?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/115799291277065166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=115799291277065166' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/115799291277065166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/115799291277065166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2006/09/huh-ohhh-so-i-did-finally-land-in-b.html' title='huh?? ohhh so i did finally land in a b school!!! Woah!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-115129456350894694</id><published>2006-06-26T10:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T11:02:43.520+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally the much required break!!</title><content type='html'>Wow it feelss so good to be back after the Break!!!..actually it feels good to get a break! life's been hectic...fast paced..and it was getting all too much to handle...hopping between maah office home and client site ...DUh!..was that getting monotonous!!!!!!! So i had been to kolhapur over the weekend..and i enjoyed every moment of it!..The weather was really cool...i wud say the best place to go and have a goood time for 2-3 days...just relax and do nuthing!!..thats wat i really wanted!..and now lemme tell ya what Kolhapur is all about!...One will find five prominent things in Kolhapur:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Vehicle Oil Shops&lt;br /&gt;2. Beer Shops&lt;br /&gt;3. Lottery shops&lt;br /&gt;4. Kolhapuri Chappal shops.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tyre Shops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats all...baki sab aise hi khane ka dukaan hai wahaa...the place is very small...but a gr8 place to live!...i am looking fwd to going there again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my well deserved break!..now its back to Mumbai and its Hustle and Bustle!...its back to the MBA entrance grind...bak to going on client sites!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-115129456350894694?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/115129456350894694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=115129456350894694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/115129456350894694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/115129456350894694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally-much-required-break.html' title='Finally the much required break!!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-114484488026088749</id><published>2006-04-12T19:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T19:28:00.276+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been That Kinda Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HECTIC...HECTIC....HECTIC.....HECTIC..HECTIC...HECTIC...HECTIC...HECTIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;CONFUSED..CONFUSED...CONFUSED...CONFUSED...CONFUSED...CONFUSED...CONFUSED....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;its just been that kinda day ....ohh yeh its been so wierd...i am completely freaked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:#@#..."&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;out...huh!...duh()3#)#@#... where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; am I ???....well so i am still in front of my PC...for the crocodiles...ASS's sake..please take this PC outta my eyesight!!!!!!!....and all this comes at the same time....too much to do...and toooooooo less time...well but this is ho it is ..isnt it????..this happens to the best of them!!!!!!!!...and I am the CHOSEN ONE for today....or rather for another 2 months I feel.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But whateven it is....I am gonna enjoy it...and i am gonna follow the saying " The time is always right to do what is Right"......and the time will come and GO. But how will I know if I have done the RIGHT thing!!...well thats for the future to decide!!!....So here I come...Come on bring it!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-114484488026088749?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/114484488026088749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=114484488026088749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/114484488026088749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/114484488026088749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2006/04/been-that-kinda-day.html' title='Been That Kinda Day!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-114227151420998647</id><published>2006-03-14T00:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T00:38:34.300+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gamut of emotions...</title><content type='html'>Never experienced anything like this ...and i still cant understand what i am feeling....aunt expired...and didnt know how to express myself...words didnt come outta my mouth...the very fact of not being able to see a person again for the ret of my life, is wierd...i have framed her face in my memory...she was jovial...and wanted to live..and she tried to...but then when the pain becomes unbareable, u cant do anything!...well she braved her pain and came here , met sharvari and ash and then went back...Hats off to her for that...the enthusiasm that she had...well I wudnt have been able to do it if i were in her place!...This one will always be remembered!!!...May her soul rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-114227151420998647?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/114227151420998647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=114227151420998647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/114227151420998647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/114227151420998647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2006/03/gamut-of-emotions.html' title='Gamut of emotions...'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-114189165983619061</id><published>2006-03-09T14:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T15:07:39.846+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying a new look for my blog!</title><content type='html'>well well well....finally with some help from a friend of mine i got an idea as to how to change the background of my blog...so lets see...i am gonna try diff looks now...till i find a good one which rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-114189165983619061?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/114189165983619061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=114189165983619061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/114189165983619061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/114189165983619061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2006/03/trying-new-look-for-my-blog.html' title='Trying a new look for my blog!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-114187702065708362</id><published>2006-03-09T10:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T11:03:40.670+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;What a morning! Wake up to the smell of the wet soil....and realised that it had been raining....i really dont like the rains...only for the reason that it gets all dirty! and muddy!...but still i love this atmosphere!...Well if only I had a G.F , I wud have asked her out for an early morning date!...Nuthing better than this ....as I sit in the office , I just dont feel like working!..well lets c how it goes today..have got the french class to attend...but then ...just feel like going to Bandstand and just sitting there....Yeh its a Beautiful Day!..Dont let it get away(U2!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-114187702065708362?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/114187702065708362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=114187702065708362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/114187702065708362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/114187702065708362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2006/03/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful Day!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-114181849233453478</id><published>2006-03-08T18:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:48:12.353+07:00</updated><title type='text'>nUthIng tO do....lEts BlOg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ummmmm......kya pakaav week hai so far....done with the projects..no new work..solaze around in the office..and then suddenly some wierd thought comes in to my mind!...click pictures on my cell + transfer them on the PC + post on the BLOG!!!!!!...so here goes my collection for the day(dunno why did i click them...duh!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1. The KEY!!!...yeh in our office this is the most sought after thing now a days!!!....(2 laptops stolen with the keys missing from a bunch of keys!!!...and still no clue who did it!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4185/1946/1600/Picture(27).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4185/1946/320/Picture%2827%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;2. Can u guess what it is??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4185/1946/1600/Picture(23).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4185/1946/320/Picture%2823%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the above is a reflection of the light on my table!!!...with my index finger's shadow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Basic need....WATER!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4185/1946/1600/Picture(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4185/1946/320/Picture%2819%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Wires......eeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkk...i hate them...no matter how much I try they just get scattered !! cant help it though... :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4185/1946/1600/Picture(29).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4185/1946/320/Picture%2829%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dustbin!!...for a change not filled to the brim( on other days its complete with paper waste!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4185/1946/1600/Picture(26).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4185/1946/320/Picture%2826%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Good old coffee.....Je prende du cafe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4185/1946/1600/Picture(28).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4185/1946/320/Picture%2828%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hushhhhhhhhhhhh....finally...a photo post on my blog....and still dont have any work on hand....I think i might as well leave ...PACk up fOr thE daY!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4185/1946/1600/Picture(26).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-114181849233453478?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/114181849233453478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=114181849233453478' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/114181849233453478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/114181849233453478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2006/03/nuthing-to-dolets-blog.html' title='nUthIng tO do....lEts BlOg'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-114179780315430195</id><published>2006-03-08T11:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T13:03:23.203+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The moment just comes and goes by.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This ones gonna be an arbit post! it just seems so to me ..i feel like i am not gonna write anything that is gonna make sense...whatever !...who cares and ways...well actually was trying to do this for a long time...wantedto just sit in front of my PC and start writing down all the wierd thoughts that just keep on coming in my mind...and I am gonna give it a shot!so lets get started ...well first up the bad news ...aunt is not well...probably wont be there for long...so everyone is just trying to accept the fact that the person is not just gonna be there with ya anymore... For me i have not been able to express my feelings...right form the time i get up in the morning to coming back, i just dont have any idea how the day goes by...i come home and then mom makes it a point to tell me the things that have taken place at home when we get some time alone!...so yest mom was like aunts condition is critical! and she might just go in to a COMA!...and my reaction was a customary nod of head..and then my brain cells took over...never been able to express my emotions in front of my parents!...thats the way it has been and will be...well yest was just one of those days when a lot of things seem to happen. I met many of my old friends...met 2 friends from my J.C..and also one from my Engg days...then had to go and meet P*...well i ahd called her up and then we had fixed up this meeting...wanted to lend her an ear !...yeh and i mean it when i say that wanted to hear whatever she wanted to say...after more than 2 yeard finally i felt that i was wrong in not giving her a chance to express her in the proper way...whatever happened between us was decided by FATE...and its been such a long time since then that it is difficult for all of it to come back...but still wanted to forgive her for whatever she had done... i realised that we never actually understand what others go thru unless we experinence it too... break!!!!!!!!!!!!!....well got a call from my co - worker to sort out some things...and I am back...so the links seems to be broken...just saw one of my seniors sitting in my office...must ahve come for an interview!!!!!.....anyways back to where i left ...as for her she had ample opportunity to make it work ....but somehow she had other plans!...and as it is with me ( which I have realised recently, that i just cant think of being with ppl who pretend)...this one had to go down the drain!..and so it did...and after more than 2 yrs when it all came back to the same point of WHY?? there are still no answers !! nuthing new !...well as for me I have forgiven her ! I am feeling much more at ease with myself...as for the future i have no answers with what is going to happen ...as for now I know I cant go on with her because its been just too long a time that we have been apart...and its just not 2 of us but ppl associated with us too!!!...so for the time being its : I still havent found what I am looking for.....and the moment  just came and went by........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-114179780315430195?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/114179780315430195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=114179780315430195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/114179780315430195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/114179780315430195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2006/03/moment-just-comes-and-goes-by.html' title='The moment just comes and goes by.....'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-114163821977694617</id><published>2006-03-06T16:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T16:43:39.880+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The time is always right to do what is right!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Saw Rang de!..My initial reaction was GOOD( 3 stars)...But as I contemplated after coming home, I felt that it was really a thought provoking movie. And the title for this post comes from the inspiration drawn from the movie!...We as the people of India have a really good chance to prove that our opinion counts in this country. We have to prove to others and most importantly to ourselves...That we have a right to get justice. The current Jessica Lal issue is the right platform to express our want for proper justice. Whatever has taken place in the case so far has been startling!...The law has failed miserably...and we as the citizens of India cant do anything about it!...if this countinues then the time wont be long before there is LAW just for namesake!!!!!!...and its not only this one instance...If we feel we shud be really improving our country, we need to start it by developing ourselves...be it from a very small thing like throwing waste on the roads to the very big frauds that take place!....Koi bhi country perfect nahi hoti...hame use perfect banana padega!...its u and me!...we matter to this country!...and the country matters to US!!!!!!!!....So lets start by taking some small steps...one day we will walk the entire line!!!&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/19627585-114163821977694617?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/114163821977694617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=114163821977694617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/114163821977694617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/114163821977694617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2006/03/time-is-always-right-to-do-what-is.html' title='The time is always right to do what is right!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-114016986070476335</id><published>2006-02-17T15:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T16:51:04.653+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzzzzzzzzzzz.....Crazy Frog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Well thats my alarm!!!!! Every day 5:00Am is the time I am supposed to get up....duh! Did get up twice..actually this was decided by me and my langotiya yaar!...reason -&gt; study...and man was i exhausted after getting up at 5:00 ...studying...exercising...then coming to office..and then going back home and solving a mock paper!...then cudnt think of getting up at 5 the next day...body was aching like hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;As a matter of fact, I am determined to get admission in to a good B-school...well lets c what my destiny has in store for me!..actually i wanna go for an adventure..but everything has been kept on the sidelines till 26th Feb!...Still havent seen Rang de...wanna watch Bluffmaster...wanna watch HKA...well one thing is for sure ...i am gonna freak out once this exam gets over! One imp thing to do is: Buy a guitar! I am planning to lear it at home...ppl have found that idea to be crazy, but I feel i can do it...and then there is also the urge to so some much needed community work...help the needy!...Big plans here !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;On a different note, feels really gr8 to be a MAMA! my niece is just so cool( well i cundt think of any other word to describe her)..so baby sitting is a good job...but only if u really have that soft spot for small children...i sing stairway to heaven for her...and she gleefully sleeps in my arms!....also there are those unusual noises that i make inorder to get her attention when she starts crying...my bundle of joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;well thats all for now...been writing this in the office, in between work!..so lets get back to serious work now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-114016986070476335?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/114016986070476335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=114016986070476335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/114016986070476335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/114016986070476335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2006/02/buzzzzzzzzzzzcrazy-frog.html' title='Buzzzzzzzzzzz.....Crazy Frog!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-113990904049075691</id><published>2006-02-14T16:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:26:53.603+07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO PRINCESS - Spin Doctors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;One, two princes kneel before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That's what I said nowPrinces, princes who adore you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just go ahead now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;One has diamonds in his pockets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That's some bread, now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This one said he wants to buy you rockets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ain't in his head, now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This one he got a princely racket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That's what I said now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Got some Big Seal upon his jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ain't in his head, now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You marry him, your father will condone you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;How 'bout that now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You marry me, your father will disown you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;He'll eat his hat, now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Marry him, marry me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm the one that loved you, baby, can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ain't got no future or family tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But I know what a prince and lover ought to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I know what a prince and lover ought be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Said if you want to call me baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just go ahead now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And if you like to tell me maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just go ahead now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And if you want to buy me flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just go ahead now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And if you like to talk for hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just go ahead now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Said one, two princes kneel before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That's what I said now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Princes, princes who adore youJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ust go ahead now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;One has diamonds in his pockets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That's some bread, now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This one said he wants to buy you rockets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ain't in his head, now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Marry him, marry meI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'m the one that loved you, baby, can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ain't got no future or family tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But I know what a prince and lover ought to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I know what a prince and lover ought be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-113990904049075691?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/113990904049075691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=113990904049075691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/113990904049075691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/113990904049075691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2006/02/two-princess-spin-doctors.html' title='TWO PRINCESS - Spin Doctors'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-113929960032115862</id><published>2006-02-07T14:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T15:06:40.340+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Ok...You are Ok!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cool book!...Good book!...Awesome book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I try to read a bit, in the time I get during travelling, to and from office!Something related to people and psychiatry always tickles my brain!...So here I finally found a book which stimulated my brain cells!...Suddenly I am able to relate a lotta everyday situations with the content in the book.The book is about how individuals are all made up of 3 basic components- Parent-Adult-Child(P-A-C)!..Why do we behave in a particular way?...If u want answers to Q's like these...go ahead and have a blast reading this book!...My past experiences have always thrown up questions like:" Why did he/she do it??? was naything wrong in the way things were happening??...isnt it shocking to know something like this???....."!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!But after going thru this book, somehow I have been able to come to terms with all my questions of the past!...Its made a hell of a diff to me...and I am looking forward to reading some more on pyschiatry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-113929960032115862?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/113929960032115862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=113929960032115862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/113929960032115862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/113929960032115862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-okyou-are-ok.html' title='I&apos;m Ok...You are Ok!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-113894281973246851</id><published>2006-02-03T11:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T12:00:19.733+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnout? Symptoms? Effects?</title><content type='html'>Ummmm...Hectic! no time to reflect on things that have happened during the day! I am workingon 2 projects simultaneously. Also there is the additional work of setting up the remote downloading system at office!..Woah!! Coding...makes me go mad!...but its exciting once u get going and u get the logic spot on! :-)..CET is approaching fast..and  i really dont feel like studying once i go home from the office!..the same old story...but cant let it happen anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming to the title ...I have been doing a lotta things of late...so the burnout stage is approaching!...trying to balance my studies..my work...and also at home...Actually its a gr8 feeling to be a MAMA!...i now feel a sense of responsibility...now I am no longer the younger person in the house!...but all this seems to have come at the same time...the CET..the 2 new Projects! But lets face it....its  just one of those phases; you feel stressed out!...The symptoms are showing clearly...I am not performing as good as i can in the Gd classes. I was told this yesterday by R&amp;P! ..and I know the reason behind it!...I am not able to reflect back on my performance in the GD, which I feel is really important!...You always need to look back at the things that you have done...and try to reason it out!...i dont say that keep on harping on the past ...but atleast reflect enough on the past so as to take the positives from u r past!....As far as the effects go, I am trying too hard to balance my educational career with the professional career. Lets try to sort out the priorities dude!...But one thing that is making me feel good about the entire situation is that I am able to keep myself busy!...never been so busy before...and I feel its a good thing !...But there is definitely scope for improvement!-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-113894281973246851?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/113894281973246851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=113894281973246851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/113894281973246851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/113894281973246851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2006/02/burnout-symptoms-effects_03.html' title='Burnout? Symptoms? Effects?'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-113801602439631325</id><published>2006-01-23T18:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T18:33:44.456+07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are the Champions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4185/1946/1600/Picture(36).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4185/1946/320/Picture%2836%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ran the SC Marathon on 15th Jan! It was the most satisfying experience of my life till date! Never felt such a sense of achievement . There ws no specific purpose behind runnig.....or on second thoughts I feel there really was....there was this desire to challenge myself into doing what I really liked doing....all thru these years I feel I have been restricting myself with respect to what I always wantedto do....but this time around, I didnt wanna falter! Saw people from every nook and corner of Mumbai running on the streets....Thats the spirit that makes you even more determined...I was running without any practice. Didnt expect it to be so demanding...considering that I used to play basketball. I cud play for 45 mins continuously on the court...but all that stamina has disappeared...After realising this it was a really herculean task to complete the race...we ran..we walked....we posed for the camera!...we cheered others...and finally WE COMPLETED THE DREAM RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....the next 3 days were mystifying....was not able to walk properly! My legs felt like a TANDOOR! ...But i will always cherish this experience...It taught me a lot in terms of what we as humans can do!!...Now I am challenging myself to make it to 21 KMs next year!!!!!...so its Jogging time now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-113801602439631325?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/113801602439631325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=113801602439631325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/113801602439631325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/113801602439631325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2006/01/we-are-champions.html' title='We are the Champions!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-113801385210000120</id><published>2006-01-23T17:37:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T17:57:32.100+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Determined to make it this time around!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The title says it all!! After living 23 years and 5 months 22 days....and dont know how many Hrs Mins and Secs...I am finally having that feeling from within me! The feeling that you get when you know what you want to do in life. After having a long discussion with one of my close friends on 21st jan Saturday afternoon....realised that we both were sailing in the same boat....whatever she was describing me , was somehow feeling familier....discussed about our future plans ( which include doing our MBA from a good institute) for a long time. Finally we decided we needed some motivation to study . So decided to motivate each other. Its worked fine till now. Took a mock test on sat afternoon from 2pm to 4:30 pm. I actually didnt sleep that afternoon. That in itself felt like a big achievement. Usually it happens that I have my lunch and then just dose off.........zzzzzzzzzzz....but this time it was different. The discussion did have an impact on me!...I just feel we need to keep up the same motivation levels!....Now will be solving another paper on 26th Jan. Will post on that later...till then Tchao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-113801385210000120?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/113801385210000120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=113801385210000120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/113801385210000120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/113801385210000120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2006/01/determined-to-make-it-this-time-around_23.html' title='Determined to make it this time around!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-113747171425721320</id><published>2006-01-17T11:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T11:21:54.273+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything is possible!</title><content type='html'>So dont be surprised by things that happen in your life!These are things which are ment to happen. Been through a very horrifying experience recently! Wow and was that shocking...whatever @#%#there do exist wierd people in this world....u know that they exist..but when one of your friends does something that is mighty wierd, then u seek logic behind that behaviour. But somehow things have already gone too far to even make an effort to put some much needed sense into someone!....well i felt sab when I first came to know about it...but as the truth came to the surface, I had a feeling which signified betrayal!...but then on second thoughts, you have to expect such betrayals from such people. They are ment to be that way! ...GOD BLESS SUCH PEOPLE!...so this goes out to all my friends...ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE IN THIS WORLD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19627585-113747171425721320?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/113747171425721320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=113747171425721320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/113747171425721320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/113747171425721320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2006/01/anything-is-possible.html' title='Anything is possible!'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19627585.post-113410258823140886</id><published>2005-12-09T11:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T11:29:48.240+07:00</updated><title type='text'>WALK ON</title><content type='html'>This is a good one.....U2 song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love is not the easy thing&lt;br /&gt;The only baggage that you can bring&lt;br /&gt; Love is not the easy thing&lt;br /&gt;The only baggage you can bring&lt;br /&gt; Is all that you can't leave behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And if the darkness is to keep us apart&lt;br /&gt;And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off&lt;br /&gt;And if your glass heart should crack&lt;br /&gt;And for a second you turn back&lt;br /&gt; Oh no, be strong&lt;br /&gt; Oh, oh Walk on, walk on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What you got, they can't steal it&lt;br /&gt; No, they can't even feel it&lt;br /&gt;Walk on, walk on&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been&lt;br /&gt;A place that has to be believed, to be seen&lt;br /&gt;You could have flown away&lt;br /&gt; A singing bird in an open cage&lt;br /&gt;Who will only fly, only fly, for freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh, oh Walk on, walk on&lt;br /&gt; What you got, they can't deny it&lt;br /&gt;Can't sell it, or buy it&lt;br /&gt; Walk on, walk on&lt;br /&gt;You stay safe tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it aches&lt;br /&gt;And your heart, it breaks&lt;br /&gt;You can only take so much&lt;br /&gt;Walk on... Walk on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home... Hard to know what it is, if you never had one Home...&lt;br /&gt;I can't say where it is, but I know I'm going Home...&lt;br /&gt;That's where the heart is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And I know it aches&lt;br /&gt;And your heart, it breaks&lt;br /&gt;And you can only take so much&lt;br /&gt;Walk on... (Hooo) Leave it behind&lt;br /&gt;You got to leave it behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that you fashion&lt;br /&gt;All that you make&lt;br /&gt; All that you build&lt;br /&gt;All that you break&lt;br /&gt;All that you measure&lt;br /&gt;All that you feel&lt;br /&gt;All this you can leave behind&lt;br /&gt;All that you reason, (it's only time) (Love is a feeling on my mind)&lt;br /&gt;All that you sense&lt;br /&gt;All that you scheme&lt;br /&gt;All you dress-up&lt;br /&gt;All that you've seen&lt;br /&gt; All you create&lt;br /&gt;All that you wreck&lt;br /&gt;All that you hate..&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&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/19627585-113410258823140886?l=daunjaun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/feeds/113410258823140886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19627585&amp;postID=113410258823140886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/113410258823140886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19627585/posts/default/113410258823140886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daunjaun.blogspot.com/2005/12/walk-on.html' title='WALK ON'/><author><name>Ameya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499421109904092071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
