tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137162642011-11-18T13:12:37.400+05:30The views and opinions mentioned in this blog are fully and completely endorsed by me and any power to change the content and opinion rests solely with me and me alone. I reserve the right to share any personal feelings, heartfelt thoughts and mindful (or mindless) views that may or may not be imposed on the reader.Ramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10814024156147294199noreply@blogger.comBlogger721100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13716264.post-37734664908220975662008-08-11T15:42:00.002+05:302008-08-11T15:48:05.534+05:30

Last night I got a very very wierd dream. Maybe its a culmination of this regret which I have deep down about not being there with granny when she breathed her last. I remembered the dream perfectly when I woke up in the morning. In fact, it was the dream that woke me up from my deep slumber. Now, I don't remember the dream all that well, but still I'll try my best to describe it here.Just to

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The other day my friend LIB was talking about his personality trait and about MBTI (Meyers-Briggs Type Indicator). It got me thinking and eventually lead me to google it. I wasnt able to remember it perfectly but proper searching eventually led me to it.Its fascinating as to how a series of YES / NO questions can actually eventually determine your personality trait. So whats my personality trait?

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Reposting this...This post of mine is dedicated to an awesome friend. Someone whom I'd like to call LIB (Lazy, Intelligent, Baldy)Why I'm calling him LIB?? Because thats his personality. It defines him totally, completely. He is each of these words personified. And why am I posting about him today here?? Because he's recently got a job after a hiatus of 2 years. This guy dared to quit his job of

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Today was a landmark day in the 30 year history of Mr. Ramalingam G a.k.a Vivek. Here's what happened.I was in the midst of serious work. I was preparing for a client meeting involving very senior delegates and my mom calls me up. I answered the phone and she asked me if I had some time to talk. I said yes inspite of the fact that I was in the middle of something. I dunno why I said yes, because

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Today, I was just browsing through my blogger friends' blogs and I came across a wonderful poem posted here about yin and yang which set my mind whirring. One thing led to another and yet another until I remembered Rabindranath Tagore's Gitanjali. I'm quoting it here.Mind Without Fear Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high; Where knowledge is free; Where the world has not been

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Yes...you read it right...in 30 days time, I'll no longer be in the 20s. I'll "graduate" into the 30s. Oh My God!!!!! 30 YEARS. Nearly 40% of my life over and done with. I will no longer be known as a young man. I will be now known as middle-aged man. WOW!!!! Its scary. Really very scary.A look back at my 20s and its been a wonderful joy-ride. Passed out of college after a great struggle, taking

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Here I am....Back again....after a longish hiatus. Why the break? Blame it on The Indian Premier League - IPL. Its become a regular feature of my evenings and weekends. So much so that I make it a point to leave from office bang at 05:30 PM(occasionally as early as 05:00) to rush home before 07:00 so that I can catch the evening IPL extravaganza. The are a number of posts I want to write about,

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Okay...this is a post inspired from here, which in turn is borrowed from hereHappiness is... ....Meeting up with close friends after a long gap.....Memory of the time spent with late grand-mother and great-grand-mother....The smell of the mud during and just after the first rains.....Realizing that dearest darling sister has become big and mature enough to be a mommy.....Seeing the excitement on

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There I was in San Diego, USA, counting my last days in the US, when suddenly I checked my mail and found this comment by a certain Jammin Dudleybouy...a-k-a VikirumI had been TAGGED!!! I'd like to christen this tag THE GREAT EIGHT .Anyways...so here are my answers.... Eight Songs I Could Listen To Over And Over Oh my god...there are so many....and they keep changing....but here's a list of my

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Take a deep breath.....hmmmmmmmmmmmmmph......(hold)....(hold)....(hold)....aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah......the air feels strange. I can smell a slight tinge of pollution, a little bit of humidity. The sky seems hazy. I can see people everywhere. Walking on the road...tens of millions. Travelling in overcrowded buses...millions. Sitting inside a dingy little 3-wheeled motor like creatures (auto-rickshaws).

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Wow...The power of internet. Here I am with the first leg of my journey back home is done. I've come to San Francisco from San Diego. The flight just one and a half hours. And thats what I'm doing. HEHEHEHEHE.Nows the big one...San Francisco to Singapore via Hong Kong. A humongous 14 hour ordeal. I dont know how I will spend time, knowing that I sleep really bad in flights. And unfortunately my

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As you all know, I'm entering the last 10 days of my stay in the US and as a build up to my grand departure, I decided to get a hair cut. I had been "growing" my hair for nearly 3 long years before I decided to get it trimmed. Of course its still quite long but definitely shorter than what I was having couple of months back.One reason was mom's constant bickering about my long hair and also about

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Alright....Alright....Keshi and Vik, your persistence pays and I have no choice but to relent. The full story on the alliance goes like this...One fine day somewhere in and around end of October during my regular weekly home phone call, my mom tells me about this girl they found as a match for me. I'm sure Vik and all other South-Indians especially Iyers would know the process. For everyone else

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Dudes and dudettes,Check out this video. This amazing kid sells peacock fans and its fascinating to see that he has picked up many different languages just by interacting with tourists that come to visit the Hanging gardens in Mumbai.The kids language learning skills are simply superb.Enjoy this wonderful video.

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I'm back. After a looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong break. Why the break?Honestly, I've been feeling a little bit low on confidence. One reason being, I've been away from home for nearly 2 years and 3 months and am feeling very very homesick. There are other reasons too but sorry, I cant explain them here. Still feeling a bit low but not as down as some weeks back.Anyways, the big news from

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Okay folks. Excuse me for the longish hiatus. I've been busy and also lazy. Honestly I dont know what had come over me for the last 3-4 weeks. Of course there was work and I worked (or rather slogged) like crazy for a week. Then came thanksgiving when I went to visit my dear friends AGAIN!!!! And then a bout of laziness, just a feeling to NOT do anything. No emails, no phone calls, no watching

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Since the last post, I have been1. Regularly doing a lot of laundry, folding the washed clothes properly and also ironing and all of these take up atleast 3 to 3.5 hours of my weekend time.2. Talking very very very regularly (almost every other day) to my mom, dad, brother, sister. Wishing them for Diwali and digesting all the latest family gossip. hehehehe.3. Travelling between San Diego and

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A couple of weeks back, I shifted apartments. I had to. Because the lease in my earlier apartment was getting over. I had 3 other roomies in that apartment. Lets call them Lazy-Good-For-Nothing-Gult (LGFNG), Confused-Secretive-Faithless-Mind (CSFM) and Style-Guy-Chicken-Cook (SGCK). It all started back in April when I shifted from Hot-and-Humid Florida to Sunny-and-Pleasant California. I hunted

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The week's over. It took a while but its finally over. The first part of the week was a harrowing experience. Its over for some, but for some others, the ordeal continues. Mother nature went on a rampage all throughout Southern California (SoCal) and showered special consideration on San Diego. In what way you ask? Well obviously, you haven't been tuning into international news lately. Wildfires

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This post is dedicated all those with whom, I've interacted at some point or other but are now no more. I have been very close to some, I have been lucky to have seen and interacted with some, I have spent my formative years with some and I've played and/or studied with some.The first dedication has to go to this wonderful lady. She's right in the middle of the picture, holding my little baby

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The excitement of meeting my friends always arouses a certain nervous energy within me. The moment my friends here in the US decide to meet or plan to have an outing, I'm always enthusiastic and there's this sudden flow of activity within me to look for the cheapest flight deals. When I was a relative newcomer to the US, I used to rely upon my friends to get my bookings done, but soon I came to

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He sits alone in a conference room. The door locked from inside. Feeling slightly cold, a tad lonely. Waiting...apparently for something to happen. Staring into the blank wall. Blinking his eyes every few seconds. His ears intent on listening to even the smallest little peck of a sound. Its quiet...very quiet, but the quietness is intermittently broken by the wind hitting against the door. The

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This post is dedicated to my most wonderful friends whom I've known for 12 years and the bond just gets stronger and stronger with each passing day...with each passing week...with each passing month...with each passing year.We all started off together in 1995 at a not-so-well-known college in Mumbai. At that time little did we know that our association will go on for such a long time. Together we

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This post is intended to be just a picture log. It contains some of the pictures of Kansas City I took at night with my Canon Digital SLR on a tripod. Hope you like the pictures.The building in the following picture is the Kansas City Union Station.This one too is the Union Station but from a different angle.This is the Liberty Memorial park and tower. This memorial is dedicated to all those who

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(Continued from here)It was Sunday and soon it would be time to leave this island paradise and go back to the din and the daily chores. The day started pretty late for me as is the case always. (I'm never an early riser). After about an hour's time, I was all packed and ready to check out of my hostel. I returned the pillow and blanket at the front desk and dumped all my stuff in the back-seat

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(Continued from here)The break at Starbucks gave me an opportunity to call up my friends and talk to them. I called up my roommates and when I was talking to them I could hear a lot of background noise. Then suddenly it dawned on me, today was India's first cricket match of the world cup against Bangladesh. My friends were explaining to me about the sorry state of the game and how minnows like

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(Continued from here)I continued along the same road and came across this magnicient cottage. I am a great fan of wonderful poetry. Usage of fanciful words, artistic vocabulary and articulate writing have always fascinated me ever since I heard my father narrate wonderful poems of John Milton and Alfred Tennyson.The moment I saw this I was instantly reminded of one of Robert Frost's most amazing

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(Continued from here)So at around noon I stepped out of my dingy little hostel, took my car and parked at the other end of Duvall street. This is what Duvall street in Key West looks like.If you've read my earlier post, you would be knowing about the club Rick's. I took a picture of it and here it is. Just where the Bud Light truck is standing if you proceed to go inside there's another club

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Okay, so here's the deal. I've been intending to post about my Key West experience for quite sometime now. The delay happened because I hadnt uploaded the pics from my camera onto the PC. Once I'd uploaded the pics, there was another delay because I had to select a few good pictures from the pictoral plethora in my camera. And I had to have then properly renamed to describe the picture. This is

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Read this....http://ramasays.blogspot.com/2007/06/news-gone-crazy.html

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For 13 years there's not been a single day when I've ventured out without wearing my Seiko watch. Unbelivable isnt it? But its the truth. Here's a story of how I got to have it. When I came to 10th standard, my dad and mom bought me a brand new watch. It was a Titan. That year - it was 1993 - my friends dragged me down to play Holi. I didnt realize that I was wearing the Titan watch. After

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First it was Florida, then it was San Diego, now its Kansas City. I've completed a triangle here in the US. Just came to Kansas City last week. I'm supposed to be here for a month or so. The reason - my client (Motorola) is going to launch a new phone with their client (Sprint). So you wonder where do I fit here. Well, I'm representing Motorola at Sprint and am supposed to help out Sprint if any

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I used to be quite a brat during my early/mid-school years. And I used to get angry a lot. I remember once, I got angry on mom for some petty issue and in the fit of my anger, I banged the door of our TV stand. The stand was quite high and the force of the bang was such that the TV got dislocated from its position and since I was still standing near the TV stand, the TV fell and hit me right on

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There are so many fond memories of my granny, I dont even know where to begin.Ever since I was about a year and a half old, I have been staying with my dear granny. My mom and dad both used to work and the only person who used to be at home was....not my granny but my great-grand-mother. :-) Yes, I've seen my great grand mother! My great grand mother, used to stay with us. Apparently, my dad had

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Its an ordeal in every sense. I've been trying to push myself to the absolute limit whenever I've gone to the Gym. Each time I try to go better on what I did on the previous visit.I started off with running on the treadmill for 5 minutes, at an incline of 0.5 with a speed of 4.5. The next time, I again did 5 minutes, but at an incline of 1.0 and speed of 4.7. The third time I did 7 minutes and an

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Finally after much soul searching and brooding, I've decided to join a Gym. Not only that I spent a good 200 bucks which included entry fee, 2 months fees, and 3 sessions with a personal trainer. Felt too lazy and chickened out in going to the gym on the first day, but today I thought since I've paid for it might as well give it a shot. So I went.The trainer was a guy of Indian origin.

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Two main reasons for being so...1. Had no internet connection at home2. Had no PC in office.Meanwhile, my family was faced with a tragedy. My paternal grand mother (young lady of 76 years) passed away last Monday. May her soul rest in peace.

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Check out this video from YouTube. I cant imagine a young boy singing in such a manner. The pitch at which this guy is singing is amazing. Couple that with the harsh heavy German pronunciation and you get this amazing rendition.Just for your information. This composition is by the genius Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Its called Zauberflöte (translated as magical flutes).Here's the German lyrics to the

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(Some contents of this post are "lifted" from another post, but I've added some more stuff)She's adorable,She's sweet,She's talkative,but sometimes discreet.The darling of our family,who got married recently,Mom and Dad, me and brother,have always wished this for her,May you live a long lovely life,rid of any trouble or strife.(Yes I can be good with words sometimes!) :-))Its been 2 months and 2

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wakes up half asleep and groggyhasnt happened in quite a whiletenseheart poundinginexplicable...reminiscingthinking about the futurefeeling fearand insecurerestlessinexplicable...tries sleepingcant get proper sleepmusic playingah peaceinexplicable...finds an old friendhappytalksambivalenttalks morepensivecant stop talkingabsolute sadnessinexplicable...more musicthis time

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Yesterday I accompanied my roommates for a round of apartment searching. For the last 1 year we've been living in this amazing town house pretty close to our place of work. Now our contract has expired, we're forced to look for a new place. Not only that, its also because I will be moving out of Florida pretty soon. :-(Its a fallout of the bleak outlook given by Motorola (my Indian company's

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This post is about the now-no-longer-existing FM radio channel Go-92.5 and how I used to adore it. Its gone now and I certainly am definitely gonna miss it when I go back to Mumbai.I dont quite remember when was the first time I heard it or who initiated me to it, but I do remember listening to it regularly starting 2003. The one thing that made me get hooked on to it was English music. It was

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Last weekend was a horrific nightmare. In the recent times (read - last 2 weeks), I'd been lazy in calling up home and my phone call frequency decreased steadily from twice a day after I came back from my sister's marriage to once a week (last week). So, to make that up, I called up home again on Saturday.Talking to family always rejuvenates me and I feel charged up for the next couple of days

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Its finally happened. The layout revamp. Had been stuck with the old layout for almost a year and had gotten bored of it. Each time I visited my blog, I felt as if the blog is screaming out to me to give it a new fresh look. Being the laziest bum on planet earth, I was postponing it endlessly until my eyes could take it no longer.Okay so here's the logic behind the revamp. I love green. It gives

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No, this is not a book review of the Sidney Sheldon bestseller. Actually far from it. This is more of a continuation from where I left off from the Mind Reading post.It is so very very interesting to understand the working of the human mind. It plays awesome tricks and creates some illusions which it knows will have an effect which will last much after the desire is experienced. Not only that,

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Yeah, thats the perfect title for this amazing thing which happened with me some-time back.Just to give you some background, I've been born and brought-up in Bombay and I've lived there all my life. My grandfather is originally from the south of India, Kanyakumari actually, and he emigrated to Bombay after his marriage sometime in the 1940s. All of his sons have been born and brought up in

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In an earlier post, somebody mentioned about being quirky. Yes, I am a bit quirky. Some of the examples of my quirkiness are:1. I don't allow any of my friends to drive my car. I fear that they might not drive as safe as I do.2. I do not allow anyone to enter my room with their chappals on. I've been brought up in an environment where we've never worn chappals at home and where we've been

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Well....its not the first time that I've been labelled as that. The first time it happened was when I was visiting this great friend in San Diego earlier this year (2006) and I was being picky about the food I ate. That trip, I was cribbing about everything, about how bored I was, about how I didnt want to eat in an Indian restaurant, about how I didnt want to go to the beach and so on and so

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I've been meaning to post about this for quite a while now and its just that it keeps getting postponed and postponed. But I'll finally relent and go ahead and post it.Many-a-times I do get overwhelmed by the Vastness, by the Capabilities, by the Unknown. It seems so inexplicable, so unreal, so unbelivable. I'm talking about the power of the human mind. Its ability to think, to act, to react, to

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Yeah...its me alright. This was done in San Diego when I was visting a very good friend of mine. Together, we went to the San Diego Zoo and there I saw this artist sitting and doing some amazingly funny potraits of people. That enthused me and I went and got mine done.And the result is here for you to see. I'm gonna be using this in my Orkut profile too. Hope people like it. And by the way...the

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Well, I had intended to post about something else, but I think the time not yet ripe for that one. I'll let that thought mature and take shape while I go ahead and quite literally "pen my thoughts"My typical style of blogging is as if I am talking to myself. Its sort of an introspection of events that are happening around me of which I am a part of. My actions, my words, my deeds and everything

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Oh Moi God...I cant believe that its more than a year since my first blog post. Time flies so fast. So much has happened since then. The really bad rains in Mumbai, the change of client and project on my work front, the partial interest in MBA, my first new house in Mumbai, my first long term US trip, reunion with friends in the US, Sister's engagement, bomb blasts in Mumbai. Yeah definitely

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Its interesting how life brings you around in a complete circle. You start off being the thickest of friends. Almost inseparable. Start sharing the deepest, darkest secrets, petty joys and sorrows, cries of anguish and ecstacy. You grow together - sometimes remembering - sometimes forgetting each other's birthdays. You undertake your first stint at driving in your friends' car. Accompany each

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The past whole week so so so very hectic that its left me energy sapped. Feel like I should just "chuck" everything and just sleep and sleep and sleep. It started off with Monday being a killer. Despite having taken substantial efforts to overcome all obstacles at work, what do I get? Just complaints that I'm not doing enough. Not just that, my manager gave me the impression that he does not have

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This extended looong weekend was absolutely amazing and there's only one reason for it. Reunion with old friends. Just didnt realize how quickly time flew. The 3 days seemed more like 3 hours. We've been friends since the second year of engineering i.e. since 1996. That makes it 10 years of unbroken friendship. And the 10-man team is still going strong.The team's largely separated now by

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When I'm drunk,1. I always try to call up some of my friend whom I consider very dear and rant about my life and my deepest feelings about my family.2. I miss my family very much.3. I listen to songs which have a touch of melancholy.4. I DONT blog, instead harp out all my feelings to a close and dear friend.5. Fear death or fear the pain of losing someone close to me.6. Want someone who can take

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Its 04:40 am here right now, worked until 03:00 and some haphazard browsing thereafter, the outcome - this blog post. I do sometimes get bogged down when I see other people who I feel are more creative than I am. I feel like a nondescript, non-creative, unimaginative, creature living on this planet that has a plethora of unfathomable talent and I dont even have an infinitesimal percent of it.

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I've been here in Sunny Florida for just about a couple of months now and I'm just about getting used to life in the US. Seeing the lifestyle here, I think to myself - "Man these guys rely so much on cars for just about everything". You tend to feel that you are incapacitated when you dont have a vehicle. Anyways, I'll keep that for later and come back to what I actually want to talk about. My

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I actually intended to post this early last month, but somehow just could not find the time to do so. One thing that I realized through October and November is that life is a great leveller. It makes you experience great lows! Like the one I had in October, when nothing was going my way. At the same time you also are riding the crest, like I was in November.There is nothing that did not go my way

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The title itself sounds yummy isnt it?? Doesnt it remind yourself of that wonderfully crispy pizza laced with yummy toppings you had at this lovely place with great ambience. One reason I chose (or is it with the extra 'o') to blog about this is the fact that I had the most delicious pizza yesterday (Sunday 30-10-05). There is this place called Pizza Express in Mumbai. Its on the road connecting

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Believe me. I'm writing this blog with un-imaginable, indescribeable, utmost frustration. This whole month has been completely jinxed for me. It started off the "lure" and the "expectation" of going to the US. I was supposed to fly-off on the 3rd of October. But due to some reasons which can only be best described "out-of-hand" the trip got delayed, delayed and yet again delayed. The result, I'm

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PrologueA car meets with a minor accident, no damage in particular, just a dent near the bonnet and nothing else. The car's ailing and ageing. Tyres worn out. Air pockets form inside the tyre surface. These air pockets cause massive vibration inside the car. The car is taken to a service center for repairs.The First Week StoryOne week gone, not much work done on the car. The owner calls up the

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Unbelievable isnt it?? But I did experience it. For the first time since the year 2000 (the year I got my first mobile phone) I was "unreachable, uncontactable" (call it what you want) for one whole day. The whole day I had this thing going on in my mind that somebody or the other will call me. If anyone calls he/she will get a recorded message the service is temporarily disconnected and will

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Here I am, back again with my blog update. Its all about my adventure of how I got to Delhi to attend my colleague's wedding. Got the invitation eons (read 2 months) ago. Decided since I have never been to Delhi, I shall not miss this oppo(u)rtunity. (Can never ever get the spelling right...always get confused between the 'u' and the 'o') Booked my tickets. Is it a bus -- NO, Is it a plane -- NO,

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August came...August went...A lot of money I spent...Mobile for my darlin sister...MBA application forms for me...Oh My God...I was on a spending spree..And none of it came free...Along came a big fat bill...which I should pay and I definitely will..Well...I ran out of rhyming words in writing that, but trust me I didnt have to rack my brains hard to compose those. Just about 10 minutes of typing

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What is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare?No time to turn at Beauty's glance,And watch her feet, how they can dance.W. H. DavisI distinctly remember this W.H.Davis poem (I'd learnt this in school in the 8th or the 9th grade) and somehow this poem created an everlasting impression on my mind. And trust me these were the very words that came to my mind when I visited the

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900-odd mm of rain in about 36 hours, that was what we experienced.6.5 feet of gushing water at J.B.Nagar near the international airport.10 feet of storming water at Amboli Andheri-west. 4.5 feet of water atS.V.Road Andheri. There was water upto the ground floor of Shopper'sstop at Andheri. At many places there was waist high water.@17:00, Tuesday 26th July, 2005my story begins at 05:00 pm on

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It is hard to believe that a man is telling the truth when you know that you would lie if you were in his place. -- H. L. MenckenRama:- This is so very true; Many-a-times I get a nagging feeling that the other guy is lying more because I know that I will lie if I were in his place. ;-)The surprising thing about young fools is how many survive to become old fools. -- Doug LarsonRama:- Well, we

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The Old New Thing : Why is the line terminator CR+LF? Now thats what continuing the confusion with no end in sight. The whole story of the Carriage-Return/Line-Feed thingy makes an interesting read, but ultimately no conclusion is reached. I mean, what should I do? Treat CR/LF as a single "new-line" character? Or two "new-lines"? Or only LF as a single "new-line"? Or only CR as a single "

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Hey Guys,Just created my first account at www.blogger.com. I must say I'm rather excited about it. In fact excited about the whole concept of this. Will use this to post regularly about me and whats happening around me and my thoughts and views.Enjoy Reading!-Ram.

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