<?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-5825671711854349626</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:58:44.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Half-Convert</title><subtitle type='html'>...Where GOD is one
          ...Where Peace stands a chance</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825671711854349626.post-2231141609638379916</id><published>2011-12-25T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T14:40:52.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.......Convert (अगला भाग)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Many times I wonder why people around you especially women/ladies look at guys with huge beard with different perspective as if the guy is a Goon/Casanova/Anti-Social Element. For them I have only one &lt;br /&gt;thing to say,"&lt;strike&gt;Bugger&lt;/strike&gt;|Burger Off...." with a few exceptions. I am helpless before my parents when they ask me to shave off my '&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Artistically Nurtured Beard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;' with utmost care. Well working in IT sector, you are required to &lt;br /&gt;be well groomed but I damn care. You may call me sluggish but i do like to keep beard of different styles. And because of this beard, I have many incidents to share with you all. I had managed to get an Auto-Rickshaw for a much lower price if the Auto-wallah happens to be a Muslim. Once I was traveling in AP Express from Hyderabad to New Delhi when the passenger sitting opposite to me asked me,"Babaji would you mind if we have Non-Veg before you". I have never been upset with incidents involving me and my beard. In fact I feel happy when people pass a compliment/comment on my beard. &lt;br /&gt;P.S. "Beard is my identity and I will never lose it". Surprisingly my Technical Father (Immediate Senior in College) holds &lt;i&gt;uncannily&lt;/i&gt; similarity with me in terms of&amp;nbsp; Beard. With this I rest my case...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-2231141609638379916?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2231141609638379916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=2231141609638379916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/2231141609638379916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/2231141609638379916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/convert.html' title='.......Convert (अगला भाग)'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-120276578004992717</id><published>2011-11-24T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T15:50:55.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.......Convert Part-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It's been long since i penned down my thoughts on this blog and today i have decided to break the ice. I am sure this blog-page must be feeling like a newly wed bride not Fucked/Cared for several months. &lt;br /&gt;You may call it lethargy or my sluggishness that overtook me and i started ignoring Blogosphere. I have realized that with separation comes attachment later in life and that's why i am here once again. In the recent past many incidents have happened such as &lt;i&gt;Anna Hazare&lt;/i&gt; movement- it's rise and then sudden silence probably because of rift created by congress (my perception), &lt;i&gt;Sunny Leone&lt;/i&gt; (guess i need not explain who she is...just Google her out) stepping into Big Boss house, &lt;i&gt;Sharad&lt;/i&gt; getting his share from &lt;i&gt;Shan-e-Punjab&lt;/i&gt;...now he can say &lt;i&gt;Saada Haq, Aithe Rakh&lt;/i&gt; etc etc. Apart from all these usual/casual stories (such type of news die down after 1 or 2 days), my real reason is to continue my last post.....&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Half_Convert&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Electronic City, though it gives one an impression of a city but in reality it is a village with &lt;i&gt;kaccha&lt;/i&gt; roads where people have Absolute Zero civic sense is my residence in Bangalore. And i am proud to announce that it's the only 3-BHK independent home owned by bachelor's and now you can imagine what all sorts of fun can we do (full privacy from owner ;)). As usual one Friday we planned to &lt;i&gt;booze&lt;/i&gt; with &lt;i&gt;home-cooked&lt;/i&gt; chicken. As a matter of fact I went to market to buy chicken.When i reached at the butcher shop, i had to wait for 20 minutes which was quite obvious as Friday night awaited everybody. Soon after the guy interrupted me and said,"Sir it will take 15 minutes more to give you the order. If you are in a hurry, you can cut it yourself as you eat &lt;i&gt;Halal&lt;/i&gt;". That gave me a start but soon realized the guy mistook me as a &lt;i&gt;Mullah &lt;/i&gt;because of my full grown beard with shaved &lt;i&gt;mustache&lt;/i&gt;.I gave him a gentle smile and laughed to myself and said,"Hello Mr Convert......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-120276578004992717?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/120276578004992717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=120276578004992717&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/120276578004992717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/120276578004992717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2011/11/convert-part-1.html' title='.......Convert Part-1'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-5604149356436201238</id><published>2011-10-24T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T19:08:34.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of a Half-Convert...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coming Soon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;WATCH THIS SPACE TO KNOW MORE!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-5604149356436201238?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5604149356436201238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=5604149356436201238&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/5604149356436201238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/5604149356436201238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-of-half-convert.html' title='Life of a Half-Convert...'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-3690005393675981051</id><published>2011-05-23T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T00:03:17.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QmZ2esoXp88/TdpHt5aYosI/AAAAAAAAADc/xHubfdc22cg/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QmZ2esoXp88/TdpHt5aYosI/AAAAAAAAADc/xHubfdc22cg/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osama shot dead by US navy Seals- a huge sigh of relief for US administration and ofcourse to all those who lost their beloved&amp;nbsp;in twin-tower attack. It took almost a decade and billions of US dollars for US defense, considered to be equipped with latest&amp;nbsp;technology to hunt down Osama. It all started wit Mr Bush but ended it well by Mr Obama- Congratulations sir. But have we ever&amp;nbsp;thought what implications it left on the two countries- US of course which was directly involved and India ('coz PAK resorted to playing it's age old blame game as they have no guts to say anything to US). Why Pasha warned India if we are planning to&amp;nbsp;takeout any US like attack in future, then they too have identified Indian targets and are ready. Mr Pasha first you check your radar monitoring system else in future&amp;nbsp;you will be reduced to rubble in next 40 minutes. Secondly, US had to go through it's worst phase&amp;nbsp;of economic slowdown. Seeing US getting desperate to hunt down Osama for a decade make me or you which i assume to doubt it's&amp;nbsp;intelligence. Rodents, mosquitoes, flies are around us but what will people call me if i spend around 50K to clear only one of them out- crazy jerk, isn't it.&amp;nbsp;Just like that Osama is just one kind of rodent. US foolishly had spent so much amount of currency on killing of one man and feeling poud of themselves but&amp;nbsp;i feel Osama was foresighted person. After successful accomplishment of 9/11 Osama knew US will someday hunt him down so how ould you expect him not to have planned his death beforehand.Even his last hideout in Abbottabad is built like a fortress. No internet, no connectivity to outside world but still he would get regular updates and send messages. How??? May be ISI orsome black sheeps in PAK administration. whomsoever it will be a mystery unsolved. Recently in one article US said Osama used to download emails to a Pen-drive and read it offline. This way&amp;nbsp;he averted the risk of being traked. I couldn't understand the principle behind this but i am sure that must be a foolproof technique. i feel Objective of Osama was not bad but his methods were&amp;nbsp;wrong but one thing one can't deny that Osama had a calculative mind. Huge collection of porn was found in Osama's computer- read one website of popular news publication. It's very bad to intrude&amp;nbsp;into someone's personal life. To make all his wives satisfy with his love he had to take Viagra pills, nothing wrong in this.&lt;br /&gt;With Osama no more among us let's pray his soul rests in peace and pray to God to give some wisdom to his followers to stop bloodshed else they too will meet the same end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-3690005393675981051?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3690005393675981051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=3690005393675981051&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/3690005393675981051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/3690005393675981051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2011/05/rip.html' title='RIP...'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QmZ2esoXp88/TdpHt5aYosI/AAAAAAAAADc/xHubfdc22cg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825671711854349626.post-9045510898990405484</id><published>2011-05-14T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T08:26:18.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Poison</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;One hot afternoon i was lying in my bed missing the company of electricity for which i want to thank Electricity Department from deep core of my heart (actually abuse). I was all drenched and getting dehydrated over and over again. I shouted at my servant,"&lt;i&gt;Ramu&lt;/i&gt;, bring me a glass of ice-chilled water". Within 2 minutes he came rushing with a glass of water. I didn't ask him from where he managed ice. I gulped down the glass in single shot. That glass of water was like &lt;i&gt;kuber ka khazana&lt;/i&gt; for me at that moment. i felt asleep but moments after that i woke up with a start. I had red rashes all over my body and was feeling chronic pain in my abdomen. I was writhing in pain. Suddenly everything went black and all i could hear was big monstrous sound of someone falling on ground. And i woke up from my bed screaming. &lt;i&gt;Thank God&lt;/i&gt; it's just a dream, i gasped for some fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Next day i consulted my doctor and asked him can such symptoms occur from plain water. He said," Yes my son, it can". I was totally unaware of what he told me. There is a prescribed quantity of Chlorine (0.02 mg/l) that is harmless (i won't say good) but if it's value goes above that threshold it becomes slow poison. Chlorine is essential for treatment of E.Coli present in water but one must know how much Cl is needed. Chlorinated water is the reason why swimmers take bath after swimming. If chlorine in pool is more than prescribed quantity one will get rashes or itching in his skin. It doesn't mean that you will stop swimming from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Visit some reputed swimming pool and ask them about standards and specifications they emloy- Be witty and wise :) . For drinking water purposes i would suggest everyone of you to go for &lt;a href="http://waterpurifiers.in/"&gt;RO-UV&lt;/a&gt; (ask &lt;i&gt;Hema-Malini&lt;/i&gt; to install one for you) water purifier. Just don't go for cheap and &lt;i&gt;desi &lt;/i&gt;products, you might think you are wise as you saved few thousand bucks but you never know actually you have just bought a &lt;br /&gt;slow poison for yourself. &lt;i&gt;Be wise and aware&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-9045510898990405484?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/9045510898990405484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=9045510898990405484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/9045510898990405484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/9045510898990405484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2011/05/slow-poison.html' title='Slow Poison'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-6721793638125324948</id><published>2011-05-01T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T16:04:16.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a passing yet serious thought came to my mind one night with a mug of beer in one hand as to what i have achieved till now (I am 26 now). This wild thought gave me goose bumps and i gulped the remaining beer in one shot to give adrenaline push. I began by questioning back to my soul in search of satiating answers. After a while i was able to think this - I have a good network of friends...am a graduate from one of India's premier college...am now self-sustaining individual.To be frank i don't find any value additions in me instead i have turned into hardcore addict. Few days back i started reading Ayn Rand's book 'The Virtue of Selfishness which she talked about Ethics and values. Values in one's life determine the purpose of his/her life which has been granted to him by almighty and Ethics are a set of rules that defines what is 'GOOD' or 'BAD'. What is good for me may be bad for you!!! So there is a ambiguity i feel. Why can't great philosophers like Ayn rand create standard Ehics for each one to follow? Say for example Mr X is working in IT company and he is not so good at technical skills but still he managed to grow faster just because he's a boot-licker. Other's more skillful are left behind since they consider licking against their ethics.Leaving it upon individual to decide upon Ethics is to create challenges or something else - need an answer. What does John Galt say- "It's the age of moral crisis." What is moral-code?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All i can imply is that i am going through moral-crisis. Need to bring a change. It's time to say,"BRING IT ON:CHEERS".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-6721793638125324948?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6721793638125324948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=6721793638125324948&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/6721793638125324948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/6721793638125324948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2011/05/random-thought.html' title='Random Thought'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825671711854349626.post-6498340219808114233</id><published>2011-01-28T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T23:27:39.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feet-ish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/TUPBKJdzr0I/AAAAAAAAADU/lv6a31gvG8E/s1600/1099635_f260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/TUPBKJdzr0I/AAAAAAAAADU/lv6a31gvG8E/s1600/1099635_f260.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Man and Women are God's best creation in terms of beauty and anatomy. Many adolescents think that life is all about finding right Bolt for your Nut/screw but trust me if you go by that way you will feel dejected after few years of joy-ride and then you be out in the street with your bait to catch skimpy meals outside. In this post i will be discussing what people look out for in women and how i am different from them.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was happy being single till 25 but now i feel alienated. Sometimes i am doubtful about my orientation but i feel some breath when i pass a girl and my testosterone becomes active. When men approach a women the order they follow is Bust, Butt and lastly face (this is how we identify we are approaching a women). In present scenario nobody likes TFT or flatron. The point is that men mostly care about is Protuberance. O I am sorry!!! I am not talking about all men are same but few are like me too. If you ask me what i like in women is their 'FEET'. Strange na!!! But that's true. Whenever i see/meet a women i look at her feet first and then her face and rest comes later. Unhygienic, uncared feet are a Turn Off to me. Feet should be properly pedicured with some sober nail-polish on the nails and a comfortable Stiletto beneath the feet. Feet signifies a lot about the character. Well-maintained feet are an assurance that she is aware of her body and takes good care. I am pretty sure if you go by what i feel you are bound to get spellbound (emotional attachment is a different perspective) by that woman. Like feet Elbow joint is the other place which you should look for. Lastly i would recommend all women and men too to take good care of your body as it's your own and not rented. &lt;br /&gt;Quote: When the body is clean and कोमल&amp;nbsp; love-making will be awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-6498340219808114233?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6498340219808114233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=6498340219808114233&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/6498340219808114233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/6498340219808114233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2011/01/feet-ish.html' title='Feet-ish'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/TUPBKJdzr0I/AAAAAAAAADU/lv6a31gvG8E/s72-c/1099635_f260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825671711854349626.post-7386598827052180180</id><published>2011-01-16T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T19:03:01.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assorted!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/TTOvez3tVRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6e_KyikpDPw/s1600/bouquet1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/TTOvez3tVRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6e_KyikpDPw/s1600/bouquet1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;'&lt;b&gt;HAPPY LOHRI&lt;/b&gt;' to all of you!!! It's been long i decided to post something on my blog but i couldn't motivate my inner self to get down to the task. Today, as usual i am in office and as have no work for me decided to Express Myself. Many events have happened in my life since i updated my blog wich i don't remember when. Last Sunday i attended &lt;b&gt;#Indiblogger Meet at ISKCON Bengaluru&lt;/b&gt;. First time i attended at &lt;b&gt;#Fortune Park, JP Celestial Bengaluru&lt;/b&gt;. Any mass gathering is good as we meet and get networked with lots of new people, share ideas and for those who still have relationship status in their #FB profile as single might get some lady luck :D, so far i am devoid of that. One such guy whom i met is Raghav Satish. He calls himself 'Legally Blind'. He wasn't congenially blind but in his early childhood he suffered from some disease. He didn't let his blindness be his weakness. He appeared in 13 interviews for different IT companies and got rejected everywhere except IBM. Currently he is working on various softwares to help disabled know about their ability. He is going to Mumbai to attend Click Asia Summit as a speaker. He is one such guy who stood out from the crowd and their were others too but the list would be unending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Last year i spent winters at my hometown but this year i missed all the ice freezing climatic conditions. Winters this time is far more harsh than last year probably it's the effect of 'Global Warming. Without icy winter background theme and with no family around there is no motivation to celebrate 'Lohri', festival celebrated in northern India during winters. This year i decided to do it in style in Banglore. I googled about who are all organizing Lohri event in Bengaluru. There were 2 places in all who had posted details about Lohri celebration on night of 13th Jan. I called them up and i was surprised to know that they had no plans and apologized for posting wrong info on web. Till 6:00 PM on 13th i found no option as to where we'll celebrate Lohri. Be it Luck or there is one famous dialogue from bollywood movie that If u desire something deeply from the core of your heart, the whole creation works for you to get it (किसी चीज़ को अगर शिद्दत से पाने की कोशिश करो तो पूरी कायनात लग जाती है उसे पाने के लिए). So we were there at Holiday Village Resort, Kanakpura road, Bengaluru by 9:00 PM with a delay of 20 min as we went in the wrong direction (Totally my fault as i interpret Google map wrongly but thanks to Just dial we didn't get too far). It was full of masti, fun, enjoy with people dancing under 'Booze effect' on Punjabi songs around the bonfire. After party got over at 12 midnight on reaching room we again started boozing&amp;nbsp; and drank till 4:30 in the morning. I slept for 1 hour only to be there in some working condition at office. Next day was like hell for&amp;nbsp; me and my roommate with dizzy head, sleep but no sleep, no appetite for food. It took us full one day to recover from 13th hangover. With this i sign off for now to return with another post soon. Till then enjoy life and always be happy :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-7386598827052180180?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7386598827052180180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=7386598827052180180&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/7386598827052180180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/7386598827052180180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2011/01/assorted.html' title='Assorted!!!'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/TTOvez3tVRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6e_KyikpDPw/s72-c/bouquet1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825671711854349626.post-8100676423229078992</id><published>2010-11-19T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T06:54:41.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official!!!</title><content type='html'>************************************************************************************ &lt;br /&gt;Dear All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please find the PRIME trainnig scduled Saturday and Sunday (20th and 21st Nov'2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20/11/2010 :&amp;nbsp; 9.30 to 1.30 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21/11/2010 :&amp;nbsp; 3.00 to 7.00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Those who are not at attend please attend the above any one session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please fill your Oct'2010 pending timesheet immediately. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Most of associates who are their base location is Hyderabad were not filled timesheets on 15th Oct'2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;remainder.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Kindly ignore those who already filled their timesheets.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-8100676423229078992?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8100676423229078992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=8100676423229078992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/8100676423229078992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/8100676423229078992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!!!'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-4396797756059916426</id><published>2010-11-18T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T14:02:49.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disparity!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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" class="BLOGGER-object-element tr_noresize tr_placeholder" id="ieooui" data-original-id="ieooui" /&gt; &lt;style&gt;st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) }&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt; /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Everyone is equal before law and Right to equality”- These are the rights of a citizen of a democratic country but I no longer belong to this country is what I feel after the incident which I am going to brief out. Yes, I was sad, depressed but now I am not. Why??? Because I have changed the way I used to act. At one time of my life I was totally against corruption (any form). The problem with me is that I want to see the change happen quickly and when it doesn’t happen I get depressed. That’s why I have decided to be a part of what you call corrupt system. I ask how can we control corruption or make our country corruption free??? Corruption has many forms apart from taking/bribing someone. I work in IT Company and my company pays me 1000 bugs per day for 8 hours and instead of doing work I do gossiping, sleeping, then that is also corruption. So if we really want to make our country corruption free then every individual need to understand this which seems impossible. So I would say “&lt;span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal;"&gt;खाओ और खाने दो&lt;/span&gt;”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;During my stay at college my father used to force me that I should apply for passport else it would be very difficult to make it once I am into job( As if my company was waiting &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;to parcel me to Europe as soon as I land at my job &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). Being a lazy person (in matters of paper/office work only) I obviated the assigned task till my final year of B.Tech. Then one day Mr DK Bagga who is much lazier than me told me that he had applied for his passport. I was shocked and the very next morning I went to get me one Passport form. I got all the relevant documents and finally in Jan 29&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; I submitted my application exactly after one month later than Mr DK Bagga. In Feb ending I think Bagga (&lt;span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal;"&gt;बहुत इज़्ज़त से नाम ले लिया&lt;/span&gt;) received his Police verification from Malaviya Nagar &lt;span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal;"&gt;थाना&lt;/span&gt;, Jaipur (place where I applied for my passport). He called me that you need to come along with me to &lt;span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal;"&gt;थाना&lt;/span&gt;. That was the first time in my life I visited &lt;span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal;"&gt;थाना&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal;"&gt;इनस्पेक्टर साहिब&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; verified all the documents once again and asked me and another friend to sign in place of witness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal;"&gt;उसके बाद आँखों ही आँखों मैं इशारा हूआ और १०० की हरी पत्ती बग्गे के हाथ से उधर चली गयी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;| Now I waited impatiently for my verification to be done so that I will be having my passport in my naked hands just like Bagga. As expected I too received my passport verification and had too part with 200 bugs to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal;"&gt;इनस्पेक्टर साहिब&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(may be they have increased their rates). Now I was happy that I will be getting my passport very soon but things were not so smooth for me. It took me 18 months to feel my passport with my naked hands. Score till now- corruption is leading 2-0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s April 2008 and I was 2 months away from graduating but I haven’t received any passport. I went to passport office, enquired and they said that they haven’t received any police report from my hometown and I need to fill two PP forms again. I did as they told and submitted the forms. It’s frustrating to visit any passport office. You have to get up early, reach 2 hours before and then struggle with other dicks licking your ass. I hate all this. Why can’t we have everything online??? Do people in western countries stand in queues like us??? I guess NO. Then again nothing happened. No progress. In the meanwhile I asked bagga whether there was any police verification done at his hometown. He moved his head vertically and I thought,” Why me”??? I tried calling RPO (regional passport officer) several times on the number provided in the Website and wrote numerous mails to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;grv.jscpv@mea.gov.in.......Shri A. Manickam, Joint Secretary (CPV) &amp;amp; Chief Passport Officer and rpo jaipur. As expected no reply came from them. Meanwhile I got passed out and moved to my home. Then in July I landed in Hyderabad to start a new life. Now it was not possible for me to run from pillar to post sitting in Hyderabad. Then in 2009 I was sent to VPP for 6 months. I went straight to Jaipur after reaching home, stayed there for 5 days, and once again filled two PP forms. Still verification from my hometown was not received. Then I reached home went to police &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal;"&gt;थाना&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; over there and enquired whether they have received any file for verification in the name of Nishit. I heard them saying “NO”. I could not make out who was at fault- Passport office Jaipur, Police &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal;"&gt;थाना&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Jammu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; or some middleman. Finally in Nov 2009 unexpectedly I got call from a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal;"&gt;सरदार जी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. He came the very next day and verified the documents but one original document was missing. I could not find it. I showed him the Xerox but he insisted on seeing the original. Now I knew how to get original and settle the matter. Score 3-0. Verification is not over still someone bigger is about to knock on my door- The CID waalaJammu. Now the final score is 4-0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There are few questions that are unanswered in my mind. Why bagga didn’t have to go through 3 verifications when I have to face it 3 times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Being from J&amp;amp;K my passport was delayed while Bagga faced no problems? Are we supplying terrorists? Terrorists can be from any place be it Delhi, Punjab, Himachal. I say if they want to verify then verification procedure should be same for all. I am disheartened with this incident that I have no faith in the system anymore. Nobody listens to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="mceItemHidden"&gt;Dump RTI in a deep pit and pour Indian shit on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; If you want to bring a change you need to have the power and that’s which I don’t possess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Last year our CM Mr Omar Abdullah announced the launch of a portal where complainant can register his complaint regarding any matter which will be addressed in a stipulated time frame. I too registered my complaint and it’s been 6 months and I am still awaiting answer from them. I have also registered few more complaints on different matters but all I get and will get is dejection. The link is &lt;a href="http://jkgrievance.nic.in/"&gt;http://jkgrievance.nic.in/&lt;/a&gt; and complaint numbers are 15158, 17393, 17394, 17413. You can see the progress yourself if you want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Lastly I want to say that if you are doing something to bring a change go ahead and do it. All the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-4396797756059916426?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4396797756059916426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=4396797756059916426&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/4396797756059916426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/4396797756059916426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2010/11/disparity.html' title='Disparity!!!'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-5782775766038807338</id><published>2010-10-21T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T13:08:11.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autology!!!</title><content type='html'>The day i landed in Bengaluru i was filled with immense Joy and felt exalted that i am going to be live in India's IT HUB or what we call it - Silicon valley. Compared to Hyderabad climate of Bengaluru is far better although the natives tell that it's a bit warmer nowadays than previous year. Apart from climate factor other things that Bengaluru will give you an Adrenaline push is it's Traffic and cost of living. Of course means of public transport is excellent as Luxury Volvo buses ply on roads but everybody can't afford to travel on them. Every time i travel from my place, Electronic City to Forum Mall Banglore i feel nauseating and lethargic when i reach there. So bengaluru has it's pros and cons. Actually everything does have it's pros and cons and we as humans need to find a right kind of attitude and solution to tackle it out. On one side Bengaluru is among the fastest growing cities in India and on the other hand it's on the verge of exploding because of large scale migration of people from different states who work over here. Is there any solution possible??? I find me helpless????&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Another big problem that i faced is the rude behavior of Autowaalas. One day me and vinod were coming from forum mall(well known place) to electronic city. We were too tired to take a walk to our home so decided to take auto and asked one of the autowaala how much he would charge to go to Anand reddy layout(Distance from the point we were standing to anand reddy layout would be 1 KM). The person told us that he will charge Rs 40, We insisted him to go by meter but he refused and said this is fixed rate. Then i told in a very polite way,"bhaiya chennai nahin jaana hai, satyam tak hi jaana hai". At that moment the guy went crazy as if i had lighted some Diwali patakha. Two more autowaalas came and stood behind us and the person started shouting at us. Then i asked that guy to calm down and told vinod to move on. When i was about to move i thought of taking a picture of the registration number of the auto (There is a web community in face book and also at Indi-Blogger meet in the "CIVIL DEFENSE" seminar i came to know how to register a complaint about such errant behavior of autowallas). That guy saw me clicking pictures and rushed towards me. He started snatching my cellphone. Then vinod also turned back and came as my savior. The expression on that man's face clearly indicated signs of guilt, fear, anxiety. That is why he was trying to stop me from clicking pictures. At that very moment i said to myself that in future i won't hire that bloody asshole's Auto and i need to be better prepared about how i need to tackle such kind of situations in future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S If you are in Bengaluru, it is advisable to take Volvo bus to reach your destination. Please avoid Autos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-5782775766038807338?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5782775766038807338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=5782775766038807338&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/5782775766038807338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/5782775766038807338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2010/10/autology.html' title='Autology!!!'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825671711854349626.post-1145879291495074942</id><published>2010-10-13T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T08:37:14.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish I had....</title><content type='html'>Had i not attended the Indiblogger meet at Bengluru i wouldn't be writing this post. I am highly obliged to Indiblogger team and acknowledge their initiative of bringing different bloggers together. Oh man just kidding, i am actually in a state of hangover because yesterday i went to Chinnaswamy stadium to watch ongoing India-Aussie test match and felt very disappointed on my phone (probably for the first time) as it had built-in camera of 2 MP of no use. It's clarity is pathetic. I couldn't click any pictures of all time favourite, GOD, legendary Sachin Tendulkar playing a superb innings. Only yesterday i realised the importance of camera phone. If i had a built-in camera i could have clicked pictures of sachin and tweeted on my twitter profile.&lt;br /&gt;That would have helped me gain more&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;readership&lt;/span&gt; or can say the TRP of my account would have gone up. An excellent resolution with touch technology would make my phone a killer version in market. The touch of a finger is utmost powerful as compared to pressing keys. A new born feels the presence of his mother by a mere touch. When he grows to an adult then the meaning of finger would mean different to him. Then he will use his finger to arouse his partner. With the camera i could click pictures anytime and with GPRS on my phone i would immediately share it with friends. Looks cool. being an ITian not IITian i need to check mails so need my phone to tell me that i have received a new email. Also if i had size of more than 2.5"(talking about screen size. Don't think something else) i can enjoy videos on the go to keep me entertained because i have no girlfriend. For those who have someone special in their life they don't need big screen size as they have a walk-talk Ipod. I wish my phone vibration to match earthquake of 7.5 Richter scale. Many a times&amp;nbsp;I have missed calls from friends and family and then i have to give excuses why i didn't pick the call. Lastly as they say size doesn't matter i would like my phone to be small, cute and light but a heavy loaded man-made tool to satisfy my all needs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-1145879291495074942?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1145879291495074942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=1145879291495074942&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/1145879291495074942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/1145879291495074942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2010/10/wish-i-had.html' title='Wish I had....'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-7706558889423543577</id><published>2010-09-17T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T12:16:39.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.....Contd Tour Diary</title><content type='html'>...so u saw #Hogenakkal Falls in my last post. Hope you liked it the way i portrayed. Time to move on to our next destination- #COORG. Coorg is known as "Scotland of India" - that sounds cool isn't it. You can enjoy the awesome weather of coorg along with roaming in #Coffee plantation. After me, vinod and prabhat came back after our wonderful #Ravaan boat ride we were totally exhausted with the hot and humid weather. Hemant who surrendered himself well before going just half the mark was crying in the car. He was insisting that he will go back to room once we reach banglore as Banglore would fall in our way to Coorg. So to calm him down, we gave him some #Chilled Beer( it's rare occasion when u get chilled beer in Tamil Nadu). Finally we set out for #Coorg. We were so tired because of the heat and most importantly we had only Dosa's in the morning. All fell asleep once we travelled just few Kilometers. One important information- there are two ways to reach Coorg from Hogenakkal. One is shortest one but you need to cross some Barricade before 6'O Clock else you have stay in the jungle for whole night and moreover on that way you might find wild animals. As we were shortof time decided unanimously to go by longest route. Everything was going according to Murphy's plan. After one hour was passed we asked Cabwaala to stop at some dhaba for evening tea. I must tell you if you are travelling anywhere in North India you will find numerous Dhabas on your way but on our journey we found very less that i can count on my finger tips. We were about 60 Kms away from Bengluru when at a T-Junction our Cabwaala stopped to enquire about the right route. He took a left turn from there and SPLASHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oh Uncle Murphy........how are you??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was just a slight turn and a bikewaala coming from behind at supersonic speed hit our cab at the bumper and he went skidding off the road for 50 meters. Damage to our cab was done but we all looked for the youngistaan of India. He was holding his head. He was bleeding and suddenly a poliwaala came and he was rushed to hospital. After that thing i thought why i was not the first person to get off and helped that young one. Don't know but something stopped me. Leave me neither any local man from the accident scene rushed towards the boy. Instead they flocked our vehicle from all sides and started talking in Tamil, i guess. Then the policewaala asked us to come to station as it wasn't safe to stand there.&amp;nbsp;We knew that we are standing in an Alien land so we followed as they said. &amp;nbsp;All four of us looked at each other and smiled and said,"It's all over." If this accident would have happened in #North India then the people would have given our driver such a beating which not only he but we also would have remembered throughout&amp;nbsp;our lives. People in North are always ready to mingle in fights even thought they are nowhere related to that guy. Don't know whether they are so caring for others or they want to vent out some frustration. So, after story is that our cab was #detained and we waited at Police Station for 4 #fucking hours on assurance of cabwaala that he has arranged some other cab which will take us to #Banglore (Home Sweet Home which we were desperately lookig for). No food nothing, only dosa in the morning and we were standing at police station liek 4 #Idiots for no crime of ours. It might be the curse of not telling #Ankesh about the trip or might be that our trip was cancelled previously and we again rescheduled it in a short span of time. Finally when no cab came we decided to take bus to electronic city. On reaching room we ordered for #Beer and drank like as if we have reached at #Coorg. First time we planned an outing with all the roommates and this is how it ended. Next time we will pray to Murphy before leaving for any trip. Hope you have seen the pics of #Hogenakkal on my Facebook account else i will post pics here later. As i am in office right now i am helpless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We will complete this incomplete journey very soon ;)............. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/TJO-S8PJXkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qnVJk4kug4w/s1600/maze_final_SR.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/TJO-S8PJXkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qnVJk4kug4w/s320/maze_final_SR.bmp" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-7706558889423543577?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/7706558889423543577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/7706558889423543577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2010/09/contd-tour-diary.html' title='.....Contd Tour Diary'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/TJO-S8PJXkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qnVJk4kug4w/s72-c/maze_final_SR.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825671711854349626.post-6846231988675818189</id><published>2010-09-13T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T12:48:37.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour Diary....</title><content type='html'>It's been around 6 months since i landed in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/span&gt; to start my second innings at newly acquired &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mahindra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Satyam&lt;/span&gt;. To my utter dismay i am in so called Nestle SAP project which is a support one. I am supporting nestle for the last 6 months even on weekends.It has been a rare occasion when i get offs on weekends so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vinod&lt;/span&gt; is always annoyed when he plans some outing and i say 'NO' because of unavoidable circumstances. But last week luckily i got 2 holidays on Thursday and Friday (Friday being OFF for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;EID&lt;/span&gt;). This time me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hemant decided&lt;/span&gt; to plan a trip come what may. We have to show to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vinod&lt;/span&gt; that we are '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mard&lt;/span&gt;'. We planned to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Munnar&lt;/span&gt;(in TN) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Coorg &lt;/span&gt;(In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Karnataka&lt;/span&gt;).Everything was going as per plan but some misunderstanding happened or Murphy took over. Then again the trip was rescheduled but this time we planned for #&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;HOGENAKKAL&lt;/span&gt; FALLS and #&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;COORG&lt;/span&gt;. We booked a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Indica&lt;/span&gt; the very next day, early in the morning. Whole night we made checklist of the essential &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;items that&lt;/span&gt; we require to protect ourselves from #Cold of #&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Coorg&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Vinod&lt;/span&gt; created a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt; of 200 latest songs. everyone contributed on his own to make the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Mardon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Trip' a&lt;/span&gt; success. Next morning at 8:00 AM we left Electronic city towards #&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Hogenakkal&lt;/span&gt; falls. It's about 110 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;KMs&lt;/span&gt; from Electronic city &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Hogenakkal&lt;/span&gt; falls is a place in Tamil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Nadu&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Cauvery&lt;/span&gt; river falls from a height and the impact is such that water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;rebounces&lt;/span&gt; back after hitting the surface. One feels droplets of water hitting one's face &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;and feels&lt;/span&gt; like #&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Jannat&lt;/span&gt; in scorching heat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Roja&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Raavan&lt;/span&gt; have been shot there. The interesting point is that on one side of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;cauvery&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Karnataka&lt;/span&gt; and other side is Tamil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;nadu&lt;/span&gt;.When we reached there it was scorching heat. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;hemant&lt;/span&gt; and me decided to quench our thirst. Note: If you are in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;tamil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;nadu&lt;/span&gt;, don't ask for your favourite brand of beer because you won't get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;that and&lt;/span&gt; that too warm one. Most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;hillarious&lt;/span&gt; moment was we were offered Beer with #&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Phullian&lt;/span&gt; or #&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Bhel&lt;/span&gt;. After that we set out to see the Falls. First we  encountered #&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Maalish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;waalas&lt;/span&gt; who will provide oil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;maalish&lt;/span&gt; to you. People were bathing, washing clothes and doing all sorts of stuff to contaminate the water. Ladies were also bathing #Naked as if it to wash off their sins. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt; i must tell you,if you are going there keep change as after every 100 meters a barricade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;wil&lt;/span&gt; come and ask for entry fees. And they are not Govt. employees but local #&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Janta&lt;/span&gt;. Most amazing moment was boating in #Cup shaped boats. The rower took out boat almost near the great fall. That moment was hell scary and i got my balls in my mouth and cried," &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Darr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;aage&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Peshaab&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;". After boating for about 45 minutes we returned and set out for our next journey to #&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Coorg&lt;/span&gt;. Don't miss this part as in this part Murphy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;chacha&lt;/span&gt; takes over full control. Till then wait for my next update.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-6846231988675818189?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6846231988675818189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=6846231988675818189&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/6846231988675818189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/6846231988675818189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2010/09/tour-diary.html' title='Tour Diary....'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-4848459283313056848</id><published>2010-08-21T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T21:50:40.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasure!!!</title><content type='html'>Having attained my Silver Jubilee this May, my virility is ever increasing. Not only in&lt;br /&gt;dreams but in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; state i encounter sexual fantasies. And after my dream is over&lt;br /&gt;i am filled with enormous amount of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Liquefied&lt;/span&gt; Stinky Cum(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LSC&lt;/span&gt;) just needing a Hand-Of-GOD.&lt;br /&gt;To be frank i feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; at times when the so called slack organ which points towards&lt;br /&gt;the Holy Earth showing respect for guests becomes parallel to the ground. May be that's why people have said that it's the only strongest and lightest tool in the world designed by world's greatest architect- The Almighty. Then there is people around me always talking about hiring some slut to show their masculine power but never that had happened. They even have invited me to do the honours but i declined stating "MORALE VALUES". Let me tell you one incident that happened with me recently in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/span&gt;. Me and my friend/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;colleague&lt;/span&gt; went to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mujra&lt;/span&gt;. As we were on our way i was in a bit '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fati&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;huyi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;halat&lt;/span&gt;' but was showing full vigor externally. As we entered the Heaven which we didn't know will soon be hell for us. There was a hall decorated with flowers, couches were in place at the corner with small rectangular tables placed in front of them. In the center 4-5 girls were dancing with old/third grade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hindi&lt;/span&gt; songs. Few of the girls were pretty but few were doubtful as to whether they are woo-men or eunuchs(transgender). The entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ambiance&lt;/span&gt; was absolutely dance bar type. And then most hilarious part- all the bartenders came one by one and shook hands with us. I didn't understand the idea behind this??? But i felt like i am a client who will do humping and pumping after session of boozing.&lt;br /&gt;We ordered for one beer and started enjoying it. Songs followed one after another, girls also dancing in rotation. The girls kept staring at us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt; dancing. I simply couldn't match with their sight and started ignoring their eyes. Suddenly i felt as if the girl was begging for help. As if she was enslaved by their masters. I saw hunger for love, freedom in their eyes. I wondered how these girls end up here. May be there parents sold them because of poverty or she might be orphan and picked by the pimps and the questions went on increasing exponentially. One girl while dancing suddenly started sobbing on one song. That was the moment i went mad. May be she got nostalgic or it was a mere stunt attempted to invoke emotional feeling in visitors to throw money at them. Whatsoever but i felt the episode more lively than a mere drama. We both decided to leave. On leaving the Heaven turned hell i decided never to return. Also i realized that i can't pump a girl illicitly.&lt;br /&gt;                                            It's better to just fantasize in dreams or in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; state rather than actually involving you in such kind of activity. '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Haath&lt;/span&gt;-hi mere &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;saathi&lt;/span&gt;' or '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;apna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;haath&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;jagan&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;nath&lt;/span&gt;' are best way to discharge your love safely. There are numerous instances of my E activity. Recently i completed hand job in Air, Road and Rail. Next time i am planning&lt;br /&gt;to go under water. Pray for me. Till then keep your fantasy alive;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-4848459283313056848?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4848459283313056848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=4848459283313056848&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/4848459283313056848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/4848459283313056848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2010/08/pleasure.html' title='Pleasure!!!'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825671711854349626.post-6562964075250949339</id><published>2010-07-06T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T07:31:13.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence....</title><content type='html'>The day was 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; July 2008. The day when we along with 78 other guys were officially inducted into 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; largest(at that time) IT service company at Hyderabad.I used to think in my college that if any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;XYZ&lt;/span&gt; person wants to work in software industry he should have good knowledge of A,B,C computer languages. But after i found me in the list of selected candidates, i was shocked. During my interview at college, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;satyam&lt;/span&gt; HR asked me to write a program of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;array multiplication&lt;/span&gt; which i didn't know at all and even now i won't be able to do it, even then i was selected. I am still perplexed what these people want from as a fresher??? Are they really in search of Techie geeks or just bonded labourers??? AT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;satyam&lt;/span&gt; i met guys who were big at heart. I also met few ch***** type personalities. Then there were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nagaraju&lt;/span&gt; who would do nothing except crying foul over indiscipline. He is short, black, keeps moustache and wears a typical big knot as if it will choke his neck.Others were Commander and SIVA(...his hand gesture, you know, always talking about process, his pronunciation and most important his Cat walk). I still remember when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;potan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;simba enacted&lt;/span&gt; him in our class. I always wondered that commander and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nagaraj&lt;/span&gt; are taking fat pay cheque every month but what for??? May be that's why commander why fired when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;satyam's&lt;/span&gt; condition got worse( i m not sure of this fact but i heard it people saying). Apart from fun around us, we used to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OLA's&lt;/span&gt; and i failed in every OLA. After 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;OLA's&lt;/span&gt; i was handed over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LOC&lt;/span&gt;( not line of control but Letter of caution) and whole batch applauded and i raised my hand in air as if i am going to address an election rally just like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;rahul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;gandhi&lt;/span&gt; :D. At our lab we used to do all sorts of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt; thing like watching .214 link and cracking jokes. It was total fun. And everyday we used to booze with guys like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bagga&lt;/span&gt;, soda, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;anzal&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;nair&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lokesh&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ofcourse&lt;/span&gt; our cold smoker &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Tarun&lt;/span&gt;. But as they say nothing is absolute, everybody has to move on. Few guys from .net were transferred to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/span&gt; and rest of us were asked to report on bench (honeymoon period). Our honeymoon didn't last long and we were in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;CBNA&lt;/span&gt; project that too again at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;STC&lt;/span&gt;. Automation testing, was the work there. Task: open script (already made)...run it...check error...add repository...run again...once finish update it in QC tool. We worked for 4 months as shadow resource (f*****g concept in project) and were kicked to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;VPP&lt;/span&gt;. Only i female associate who joined with us was retained. Don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; why :D.&lt;br /&gt;Without a second thought, i decided that i will not stay put in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Hyd&lt;/span&gt; any longer. Before leaving i joined TIME &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;correspondence&lt;/span&gt; course in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;HYD&lt;/span&gt;. During my 9 months of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;VPP&lt;/span&gt; i only studied for just 0&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;month and&lt;/span&gt; spent rest of the time doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;masti&lt;/span&gt;. I also prepared a business plan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;along with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Tarun&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Ankesh&lt;/span&gt; but due to capital constraint it didn't work out. Applied in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;IVolunteer&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;NGO&lt;/span&gt; work..gave MBA exams.Finally my wait ended in Feb when i was recalled from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;VPP&lt;/span&gt; to join new city, new people but old friends. My new project NESTLE.&lt;br /&gt;From Feb 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; 2010 to till date i am working in 24*7 nestle project. I always wished to work in night shift but now i don't want it anymore. You meet new faces, new people each and every moment and here also i met few interesting guys- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;nabaneet&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;prabhat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;arjun&lt;/span&gt;. But i would like to offer my gratitude to my trainer- Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Naveen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;kumar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This was all the memoirs that i could recall and the moments that i didn't mention here may be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;deliberately&lt;/span&gt; left for you to comment. Taking forward all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Reminiscences&lt;/span&gt; would end with the thought "We never know where, how we end up but one thing we can do is just enjoy each and every moment. Stay cheerful"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-6562964075250949339?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6562964075250949339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=6562964075250949339&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/6562964075250949339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/6562964075250949339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/reminiscence.html' title='Reminiscence....'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-482350548866144740</id><published>2010-05-15T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T09:17:07.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Me???</title><content type='html'>I don't remember when it stopped happening and why did it happened at all? It had become an integral part of my life and i swear to GOD that i had pledged to devote a part of my daily life to it. Confused??? I am talking about 'Blogging'.  During our placement session in our college, we all tend to memorise or cram up "Strong points", "weak points" and even "Hobbies and interests". Why we do so??? Hey man, can't we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;use our&lt;/span&gt; own Fucking brain (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sry&lt;/span&gt; for the word :P) but still knowingly we do such act. I also committed the same mistake but after i flunked my first company interview (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TCS&lt;/span&gt; HR round). But that's past and it's never gonna come again. Let's think of today....after all it's 25 years that i have been blessed on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;this beautiful&lt;/span&gt; planet and what i have achieved. I met millions of people till now, interacted with many( can't calculate exact figure which is the reason why i scored less in Aptitude of CAT 2010), many became my friends, some became good friends and lastly but the most important- My Sweet Little family (MOM, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PAA&lt;/span&gt; and SIS). Now i am an engineer and working in a Fucking Indian IT company where everyday i feel as if my ass is hanging just above a sword and i pray to GOD please keep me hanging else my ASS would be in 4 pieces.  To be true to GOD i am just working for the sake of money that i am getting and not for my peace of mind 'coz at 25 i can't ask Dad to spend on me. VPP was the golden time in my life when actually i could have done something to find out my 'DESTINY' but i let it piss off my penis. Actually i am too lazy to stick to one kind of work ( i don't know what is the right word for such personality. I you know let me know). Yesterday i was lying in Apollo hospital( tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;you in&lt;/span&gt; the end why i landed there) and went into flashback and recollected where i am wrong. To my surprise i found myself never clinging to my target till it is achieved fully. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; i start it and in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;between move&lt;/span&gt; on to some other. Such an attitude is very disgusting and non-productive. Not only this but i fell into a addicted company of *&lt;em&gt;shraab&lt;/em&gt; and *&lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt;. I know they are never gonna help me towards my health but i feel the necessity after few days. Recently got myself addicted to grass but very soon i regained my conscious and pledged never to take it again. Although i know past never comes  but it's never too late to get things right. It's time to just WAKE UP.&lt;br /&gt;                                            Before signing off for the day, how i reached Apollo. Actually my roommate was diagnosed with kidney stone and was admitted in Apollo Hospital for 3 days. I had three days off,so had to stay with him. Earlier i had planned a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ooty&lt;/span&gt; in these holidays but 'Fate is Uncertain' and ended up in hospital instead. Bye for now guys. I can't assure you when i will get back to blogging &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;again but&lt;/span&gt; do visit and don't forget to post comment. Stay happy and healthy :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-482350548866144740?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/482350548866144740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=482350548866144740&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/482350548866144740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/482350548866144740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-me.html' title='Why Me???'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-8002490560582805754</id><published>2010-02-10T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:08:01.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name Game!!!!</title><content type='html'>Be it Shiv &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sena&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MNS&lt;/span&gt; activist or others but their whole motive is- "Don't dare raise your voice against &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt; or you will face dire consequences". What is happening in India at the moment? Why are these people creating a huge mess out of nothing? There are many other problems to be talk about but these people linger around with one motive and that is- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AAMCHI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MUMBAI&lt;/span&gt;. And now they have a problem with "My name is Khan....". And culprit is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SRK&lt;/span&gt; for the mere reason that he issued a public statement about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PAK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IPL&lt;/span&gt; players that they should be allowed to play in India. There is nothing wrong in his statement but '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; of SS and his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;counterpart's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SRK&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;karan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Johar&lt;/span&gt; have to face consequences. Since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; independence it's because of this hatred, anger against &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pakistan&lt;/span&gt; that we have fought 3 wars with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PAK&lt;/span&gt; and who knows we may go to 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; one pretty soon. To build amicable relations with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PAK&lt;/span&gt; each and every citizen of both countries should respect each other and try not to interfere in each one's internal matters. I only ask the Indian Judiciary why not just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;imppose&lt;/span&gt; a ban on SS and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MNS&lt;/span&gt; and put &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thackrey&lt;/span&gt; behind bars. Today they are protesting over &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MNIK&lt;/span&gt; and tomorrow they will protest over 14&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Feb. There is a need to press a label on these people otherwise one day will come when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MUMBAI&lt;/span&gt; will be left only to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MUMBAIKARS&lt;/span&gt;............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-8002490560582805754?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8002490560582805754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=8002490560582805754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/8002490560582805754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/8002490560582805754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2010/02/name-game.html' title='Name Game!!!!'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-6018441412656502282</id><published>2010-01-25T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T05:47:22.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Events in my Life...</title><content type='html'>I thank the almighty today for giving full day sunshine after gruesome chilling season. This winter is pretty harsh as compared to previous year's. It's time we all must admit that due to GLOBAL WARMING, climate shift/change is taking place and more surprises are there yet to be experienced. But i am not today talking about climate but i will discuss some very strange things that happened with me in the recent past. I am experiencing that there are certain events that are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happening&lt;/span&gt; with me have already happened with me before. Today i finished reading GODAN and during my reading i feel my own self in that bloody situation before or even there are quotes or statements which i have heard as it is from someone before. I am amazed at this phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to Bank for making DD. I made the payment to the cashier and the guy asked me to colect DD after 30 mins. i went back home and when i came back after 30 mins, i asked a big fat guy at the COUNTER :P," SIR, IS MY DD READY?" he gave me a whacky smile and said," WHO TOLD YOU TO COME AFTER 30 MINS?" That made me fuming but all thanks to TARUN and his philosophy- THEORY OF CHANGING POSITION, i held back my nerves. I waited for 10 more minutes and again asked him for DD. Then the guy asked the peon to look for the receipt. He shouted at the peon and said,"the customer is waiting and you are not doing your duty, Get me the receipt." Instead of doing his job the peon was discussing with a beautiful maam about some XYZ thing. Then that fat man told me politely to have a seat and be comfortable. After that it took 2 mins and DD was in my hands. I don't understand for a job of 2- mins these guys take 30+10+2 mins. WHo's at fault? PEON or THE FAT GUY or ME...........&lt;br /&gt;A very ugly situation is prevaling in my locality just outside my house. The residents of our locality throw their Kachra or garbage on the street and that place happens to be 3 or 4 steps away from our GATE. I had caught several people red handed throwing garbage and told them not to do it again but they being stubborn don't understand my language. We have a very decent system of throwing garbage- the sweeper comes and picks our garbage daily from our home for Rs 40 monthly but some people who don't want to spend 40 bugs on such useless things indulge in such type of malpractices. I don't know why these people behave childlike, why don't they admit to their mistakes? Why why why?????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-6018441412656502282?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6018441412656502282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=6018441412656502282&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/6018441412656502282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/6018441412656502282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2010/01/events-in-my-life.html' title='Events in my Life...'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-7052607577177679108</id><published>2010-01-22T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T07:03:09.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comeback....</title><content type='html'>Nearly 2 months of exile from blogosphere, i again logged in to start writing blogs again. I don't know what kept me away from blogosphere but that's true that i didn't feel like writing or even following blogs. But from past 3 or 4 days a strong urge came from bottom of my heart and i logged in to blogspot.com. I tried logging  but could not remember the password. Oh man i even forgot the password and it took me 4 days to get new password. Actually i have a tendency to forget passwords or username (I even forgot password for CAT login....Please help me how to recover that). The reason for staying away is not yet known to me but it may be the MBA exams.......But now i assure you i will be regular to blogging and even follow blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-7052607577177679108?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7052607577177679108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=7052607577177679108&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/7052607577177679108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/7052607577177679108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2010/01/comeback.html' title='Comeback....'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825671711854349626.post-6737940317603188514</id><published>2009-11-22T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T09:56:14.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"26/11: Have India changed"</title><content type='html'>A year is over since the gruesome terror attack on one of India's pride 'The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taj&lt;/span&gt;' which left hundreds of people in the pool of blood. The reality is- Still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kasab&lt;/span&gt; is enjoying Indian Hospitality in Indian jail. Isn't the reason enough that he killed innocent people for hanging him? Why India is expecting help from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pakistan&lt;/span&gt; when everyone knew 'ZERO' cooperation from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PAK&lt;/span&gt;. My personal view is that India haven't taken enough measures in the last 1 year and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mumbaikars&lt;/span&gt; who still fear travelling in Local is a proof of that. I think Indian judicial system needs a change now. Sometimes today while watching TV, you suddenly come across some news about an incident that has happened 8 or 10 years back and today it's judgement is done. If Indian judicial system would take so long in giving judgement then just imagine in that period the culprit can commit how many more crimes. Also criminals today have no fear of punishment because they know they will hire best of the best lawyers to fight for them and they will be out. When 9/11 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; in US in 2001, US turned their forces up against Afganistan and declared war. I don't want that India also follow US path but should take stringent steps. How many more terror strikes does India need to wake up? We don't want our Heroes turn Martyr's. Please share your views on 26/11.........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-6737940317603188514?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6737940317603188514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=6737940317603188514&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/6737940317603188514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/6737940317603188514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2009/11/2611-does-india-change.html' title='&quot;26/11: Have India changed&quot;'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-6356434049539801953</id><published>2009-11-09T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T04:39:37.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy to help- 139</title><content type='html'>Last night i was standing at New Delhi railway station waiting for Jhelum Express which was scheduled to arrive at 9:00 P.M but unfortunately and not surprisingly was 45 mins late. There was no announcement of Jhelum and i was pissed off waiting there among huge crowd of people. Suddenly from nowhere a number flashed before my eyes- 139. WOW!!! This is railway enquiry. I took out my phone  and called 139 half-heartedly as this is just a number provided by Railways to tell people about the existence of such a service but it has never worked before. But yesterday the call was picked in just one ring and a sweet voice said,&lt;div&gt;Welcome to railway Enquiry!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Press 1 for Hindi and 2 for English!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that my call was transferred to customer care executive and i got my query answered. I was overjoyed. Good news for all of you and go ahead and call "139".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**************************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A short interview with Mr Raj:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nishit: Thanks for accepting my invitation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Raj: &amp;amp;#$^##^*((*)^$^$&amp;amp;^(In Marathi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nishit: So you must be happy after MNS getting good share of seats than BJP-SS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Raj: ^&amp;amp;^#$^#$*#&amp;amp;(*&amp;amp;(&amp;amp;*( Again in Marathi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nishit: What are your plans as a opposition?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Raj: %^%^&amp;amp;%^&amp;amp;&amp;amp;*^*^&amp;amp;^&amp;amp;*^*( Marathi again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nishit: Sir this is an english channel. I request you to please speak in English&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Raj: %^&amp;amp;%&amp;amp;^**&amp;amp;*(&amp;amp;*(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nishit: Thank you very much and we will never call you again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week i watched an interview of Mr Raj on NDTV where he didn't say any word in English or Hindi. And today when ABU Azmi took oath in hindi MNS workers created a fuss during assembly session. What's going on in India called secular, democratic ? How can a group of people force anyone to do what they don't like? Who the fuck are these people and why is our judiciary system fails before them. What you call such acts: an act of dictatorship or  fascism!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-6356434049539801953?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6356434049539801953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=6356434049539801953&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/6356434049539801953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/6356434049539801953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2009/11/mr-raj.html' title='Happy to help- 139'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-1136513867441027930</id><published>2009-11-06T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:49:22.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Fault?</title><content type='html'>Place:  Jammu&lt;div&gt;Where in Jammu: Just outside my house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date: 6th Nov 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incident: Just outside my house there is a tri-junction . So it becomes mandatory to blow HORN but unfortunately people in India are in such a hurry that they don't care. Not only Horn is necessary one should slow down a bit at curves. Due to these mistakes or rather i would say 'Blunders' the screeching sound is very common. My dad always warns me to blow horn and pass slowly till the lane is over. But today i happened to witness one such road accident. As usually i woke up at 12 Noon and was about to take a bath when i heard screeching sound- A scooter and a auto rickshaw has collided. The owner of scooter held that poor autowaala and was asking 1000 bugs from him and that autowaala was almost in tears( God help the poor masses). I interfered and asked that scooter waala to first leave his shirt and talk sensibly or approach a *thulaa for *maandawli. That guy was adamant and kept repeating 1000, 1000, 1000....Then i inspected the crime scene and visualised how the accident might have happened. Actually both were at fault though Autowaala was a bit rash. But the matter of fact is that no one had got any injuries and their vehicles were also intact - No damage. All of us tried convincing the guy to leave the poor guy but he was stone stuck  at his position. Later i told the autowaala to get a thulaa and get the matter resolved. The scooter waala left the poor guy and picked his scooter and started leaving crying foul over the matter. May be he got scared by the call of thulaa or whatever but the matter finished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know who's at fault but one should remember accidents happen when both parties are at fault. Fight is not the solution. For me that scooter waala becomes a loser because everyone there was supporting poor guy!!! One statement of the scooter guy infuriated me as he said that you are a "Hindu" and me too. There i decided to not let him exploit the poor fellow anymore. From where the issue of Hindu or Muslim came? I am still puzzled.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the Last couple of days such incidents are happening with me. Sometimes i get stuck in traffic and help resolve the traffic or at other times get myself involved in brawl with neighbours over garbage issue. Once i asked one aunty as not to throw garbage on road instead throw it in dustbin. But the lady didn't admit her mistake and finally i had to finish the talk. How people are so adamant? Why people can't say sorry? Does sorry make them small? I can't understand......if you please help me answer this............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-1136513867441027930?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1136513867441027930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=1136513867441027930&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/1136513867441027930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/1136513867441027930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2009/11/whos-fault.html' title='Who&apos;s Fault?'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-2719741815592180918</id><published>2009-11-04T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:46:06.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatwa Against "Vande Mataram"</title><content type='html'>India has become a land of controversies and every day we come to know about something new, and this time a newer controversy is before us all. Some Muslim clerics( called Dharma ke Rakshak. Who gave then the right to decide what is right and wrong? Don't they have any work to do at their home?) in Deoband passed a fatwa against singing of Vande Mataram.&lt;div&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vande Mataram means bowing before thee &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;and for muslims bending before any other (not even your parents) than Allah is considered against their policy of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MONOTHEISM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. What i don't understand is this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who has written Quran?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who told them not to bend before any other except Allah?  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What will happen if they do such acts?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who are these bunch of people carrying out the FATWA?&lt;/i&gt; If they don't want then ok, why are they making it compulsory for every Muslim. If someone choses not to say VM then he is free to do but going public with such disclosure is not at all justfiable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such acts like this one or Ram mandir issue are very sensitive issues and one should think about the consequences before going public................Open to all of you now!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-2719741815592180918?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2719741815592180918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=2719741815592180918&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/2719741815592180918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/2719741815592180918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2009/11/fatwa-against-vande-mataram.html' title='Fatwa Against &quot;Vande Mataram&quot;'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-4038537083181351281</id><published>2009-10-30T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:13:58.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Fear!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally i gathered enough courage to write one more post. Actually there are a lot many ideas in my mind these days but many of the ideas come and pass by because of my Day-Dreaming behavior or may be i am too lazy :P. Today i decided to do away with CAT ki padai and decided to put my thoughts into words. To start with let me ask you one question- Who do you fear most or What causes anxiety in you? For some it may be the fear of failure or dark or being robbed. There may be numerous answers but for me the worst fear is losing someone i love and care. "Origin of Suffering is Attachment" is one such Truth of life written by Swami Vivekananda. Attachment to anything be it Living(Human or Animal) or &lt;i&gt;Nirjeev Vastu &lt;/i&gt;causes pain and suffering to the person to whom we love. Everytime this thought happens to cross my mind i get depressed but it's the cycle of nature (or &lt;i&gt;Jeevan-Mrityu)&lt;/i&gt; that one who comes on this Earth has to depart one day. So why not just enjoy and stop fighting. Will there be love and peace on this Earth some day? I don't know nor you know it but only thing i know is that let's create a chain of happiness :P.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting Nov 1 Prepaid Sim cards are going to be banned all across J&amp;amp;K and NE. I am screwed now ;(.  3 days back i got my mobile number updated in my ICICI A/C and Demat account and everywhere possible. Now either i have to update new number or convert my older one to postpaid. And truly saying i hate doing these type of work which involves verification. I have an interesting post regarding this which i will be coming very soon......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-4038537083181351281?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4038537083181351281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=4038537083181351281&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/4038537083181351281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/4038537083181351281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/worst-fear.html' title='The Worst Fear!!!'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-6938358300349473702</id><published>2009-10-17T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:15:39.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Shubh Deepawali!!!"</title><content type='html'>Jai Laxmi Mata!!! Deepa-Wali is the most popular festival of Hindu's celebrated all across Bharat. It is written in Ramayana( Great Epic of Hindu's ) by Valmiki that this day Lord Rama returned from 14 years exile. So from that day onwards people celebrate this day as Lord Rama's home coming. I wonder many a times is this a scientific confirmation or just that we heard from our ancestors as to celebrate Deepawali, we are doing it. Forget it, we can't argue on this and their are certain things that need to be accepted as they are. This day as usual i got up at 12 in the morning :P and listened to my favourite CD of Nusrat Ali Baba. Today i made roti's for me and after self-made breakfast i went out to relative's home like a marketing guy selling soap and powder. This Deepawali was special for me as for the first time i decided to do away with crackers  and have a smoke-free deepawali. I used to remember the times when at Deepawali we used to wear Blazers. But now the climate has changed a lot and at this time there is no signs of cold although nights have become slightly colder. We need to think, not only think but work out something for the environment to save it from further destruction. If every citizen contributes 0.00001% then whole of this world can help build this planet a Greener Zone to live in. Other changes that i noticed this time: Earlier we used to have a lot of sweets but now people prefer to purchase juice, biscuits,  gift items and dry fruit. Now Deepawali has turned into Brand Deepawali. On the whole our festivals like Holi, Deepawali, navratra, ganesh immersion etc are all unfriendly with our environment. They cause harm to nature in one way or the other. But faith and belief of people is so strong that they don't see any defects in it. Finally at 12:40 A.M i am dead tired and will reach for my bed as soon as i click "Publish Post".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S : Someone said," If you want to change the world, then you are the one who will start first and the world will follow suit." Enjoy and have a safe and prosperous Deepawali!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-6938358300349473702?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6938358300349473702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=6938358300349473702&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/6938358300349473702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/6938358300349473702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/shubh-deepawali.html' title='&quot;Shubh Deepawali!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-8369393598780416589</id><published>2009-09-16T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:36:43.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of Fire!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/SrEv-YKH_FI/AAAAAAAAACo/kDJ8bmd6HP4/s1600-h/dreams_default.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/SrEv-YKH_FI/AAAAAAAAACo/kDJ8bmd6HP4/s320/dreams_default.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382135778367765586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a Dream? For me Dream is a world of your own thoughts that is built in your mind whether conciously or unconciously. Dreams can give you joy, happiness while it can haunt you sometimes. You not only dream during sleep but during day also and dreaming during day is called DAY-DREAMING. I am a victim of day dreaming since the day i become aware of my surroundings. And today i will share some of my day dreaming experiences both horrible and joyful. When i was studying in my lower classes(class 6th and above as far as i remember) i used to get lost in the world of my own. I was a very very shy guy during my school and a bit of( or i must say a lot of) chutiya type guy. I was innocent and very moderate thinking village guy. I used to talk less in class and was always deeply engrossed into my thoughts in the class. Once my teacher asked me to read and i stood up with a blank face as i was not attentive as usual. I used to think about going back home early as i don't like studying at school. I must admit i was and am a total homesick. Then used to imagine myself doing all the questions on board and imagining myself as the topper of school. With the influence of internet my thoughts grew somewhat vulgar. I am sorry to say this but i began imagining my teachers, girls of my class. Now at times i am so engrossed in my dreams that i have fumbled couple of times. In my class 12th i was going for tution and i forgot to deboard at my destination and reached the last stop. At other times i forgot to collect return money from shopkeepers. Recently i went to bank to deposit some money when i found that i had miscalculated Rs 500*50 as Rs 50000 and the teller brought my mistake to notice. There are lots and lots of accidents happening with me everyday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Being shy i neither have any GF or any girl friend. During my college also i rarely talked with girls and prefer to sstay away from them. Out of all girls i don't know the reason why it is so??? I am not able to forget Megna. She visits my dreams very frequently till now and i get excited when someone mentions her name or talks about her. Don't take it otherwise because it not what all of you are thinking. She reminds me of Perizaad Zorabian. I think it's enough now and i must change the course of blog :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Apart from Day-Dreaming i have another unique problem of SELF-TALK. I talk to my own self whenever alone and that too loudly. You may think that i am mad or insane but i think my best friend is my own self. Talking to myself makes me feel light and take any burden off from me at times. Before i sign off for now i have a special story for you........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**************************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tarun VS BSNL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;There is an unending tussle going on between tarun and bsnl for last two or more months. He's got broadband connection after tough fight with BSNL officials but now his connection isn't working. Don't worry Tarun, let me become JTO i will give you renumeration of 5 years of free usage. :P. May GOD give Tarun all strength and power to win this battle over BSNL........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-8369393598780416589?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8369393598780416589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=8369393598780416589&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/8369393598780416589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/8369393598780416589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2009/09/dreams-of-fire.html' title='Dreams of Fire!!!'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/SrEv-YKH_FI/AAAAAAAAACo/kDJ8bmd6HP4/s72-c/dreams_default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825671711854349626.post-1956410859909850434</id><published>2009-09-09T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T06:06:45.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/Sqem9hWWvGI/AAAAAAAAACg/FsVhjuDRaQk/s1600-h/107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/Sqem9hWWvGI/AAAAAAAAACg/FsVhjuDRaQk/s320/107.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379451855771712610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life of a human being is like a vast ocean and we humans are sailboats  moving in the vast ocean aimlessly and try to find it's way to the shore. They don't have any Captain and the motion of ship depends completely on direction of wind.  Just like sailboats we humans tend to live throughout our lives drifting away into this vast ocean of life with the aim of getting all the luxuries in life(Money is such a thing the more we go for it, the more desire it creates in us) someday and finally lead a sound and peaceful life at the end. But we never get that peace ever in life and when we get it we are too old to enjoy them. We never reach the destination we set before going on such a expedition. Just look back at your past till now and recall have you ever did anything out of your conscience or you simply did it because it was your parents wish to see you become doctors and engineers? If yes, then i salute your decision and may you succeed in life. But most of us live our life for the sake of others. We never ever live for us. Many of us take science as their subject in 10+2 when they want to go for arts or commerce. Then against their will they are  forced to become engineers and finally they end up in some big Multi National Fish with big bucks into your hands every month. These big fishes don't have any emotional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attachment&lt;/span&gt; with it's employees at all. At the end of the day all they want is getting the project done on time for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gora&lt;/span&gt;. Then you get married after sometime and now the real problem starts creeping into your life. Now you are stuck!!! You can't even think of leaving job because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 2 persons are involved now. Then children and their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; of studies, their marriage and so on.......When you realize now everything has settled you are already in a stage of Ram &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Naam&lt;/span&gt;. Still their are persons who don't want to become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;captain less&lt;/span&gt; sailboats and be the driver of their own ship row their ship against all odds and reach his exact destination. For them Money is not the baseline of everything but self realization is the ultimate goal which gives them happiness and satisfaction. These are two factors for which everyone of us strive through this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;competitive&lt;/span&gt; world. You must be surprised why i am talking philosophical when my last 2 or 3 blogs were full of humour. Normally i am not a philosopher by profession but today i just came upon this very idea to share with you all. Actually i realised (after getting my re-joining on 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Dec), i am a part of the group who travel on ship without a captain drifting away with the wind. What i thought would be easy for me to work independently seems not viable right now as odds are against me. I salute those who chose to stand different from the crowd, i salute their effort and hope for their success and contentment in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt; they do....I wish i could one day have the power to overcome my fear and drive my own ship my own way........Life is Complex like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jalebi&lt;/span&gt;. Their are many twist and turns which you come to know gradually!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-1956410859909850434?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1956410859909850434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=1956410859909850434&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/1956410859909850434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/1956410859909850434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2009/09/self-realization.html' title='Self Realization'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/Sqem9hWWvGI/AAAAAAAAACg/FsVhjuDRaQk/s72-c/107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825671711854349626.post-1015965672346103147</id><published>2009-09-03T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:36:34.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictive Soaps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lux&lt;/span&gt;, Lifebuoy!!! I am not talking of the soap you rub on your genitals everyday but i am talking of the daily soaps that your mother or other female members watch everyday on the idiot box. I have seen ladies crying over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mihir's&lt;/span&gt; death and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dicussing&lt;/span&gt; latest episode on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;some body's&lt;/span&gt; funeral. From Hum Log in 1980s to K Serials in 2005, i think their is a degradation in the content. These soaps have transformed themselves from time to time and diversified as well. I don't know how the fuck(sorry for using *DUCK word) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ekta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kapoor&lt;/span&gt; is getting high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TRP's&lt;/span&gt; for showing non-sense for over 4 or 5 years. I wonder how one can watch same thing repeatedly for 5 years. I just watched one of her show for one week and what i could make out is that it portrays women as the Master devil and men as a mere servant. I swear to God that i laughed out of my heart at their acting also. How can a person sleep with heavy make-up and jewellery? And when you wake up are your hair neatly combed or you need to dress up? The Supreme Court should ban such channels for publiticising polyandry. In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kyunki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Saas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kabhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bahu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thi&lt;/span&gt;, I wonder whether &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tulsi&lt;/span&gt; can confidently say who is her Husband and how many children she had??? After watching all such non-sense we call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Tulsi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Parvati&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kahani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ghar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ghar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt; ) the Ideal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Bahu&lt;/span&gt;. It's all Bullshit!!! If such women are ideal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;bahu&lt;/span&gt; then i am worried what will be future of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;india&lt;/span&gt;, a land of Great pious ladies of our past such as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Sita&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Meera&lt;/span&gt;, etc. This is one aspect of Daily soap. Now they have diversified into reality shows. Some reality shows are constructive because they give us a platform to showcase our talent. But some programs like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Iss&lt;/span&gt; Jungle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;mujhe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;bachao&lt;/span&gt;, MTV Roadies are doing a wrong way of earning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;TRPs&lt;/span&gt; and money. One day i was watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;iss&lt;/span&gt; jungle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;mujhe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;bachao&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Saala&lt;/span&gt; the girls were bathing in bikini and two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;peice&lt;/span&gt; showing all they possess. The reality shows provide the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;celebrities&lt;/span&gt; a stage for publicity and more cash for the owner. I wonder if they can bathe in bikini in front of the camera then what they did behind the camera???WOW!!! I should i have a spy camera for this :P How can a person watch such realty shows with parents??? And the language they use when they fight among themselves. Though these channels censor it but what impact can it be on our younger generation. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; fine, i don't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;problem&lt;/span&gt; with foul language but what about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Nanga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;naach&lt;/span&gt; shown live on TV. And how can you forget MTV Roadies and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Splitsvilla&lt;/span&gt;. They should get No. 1 rating in Highly adult shows. I feel good and support them fully when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;VHP&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;RSS&lt;/span&gt; people oppose such acts. Also sometimes i feel that Muslims who have made Veil (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Burka&lt;/span&gt;) compulsory for women is must for them in this world of nudity.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Now some good about daily soaps. Not every soap is bad, some are good to watch. Like these days Colors shows various soaps and each one is superb and i am addicted to it.  Every soap is based on some type of social obligation. I just want to say that watch such channels which give some message and from which you can gain something positive. Make use of the idiot box in a positive way as far as possible and spread good around you. Stay Happy and Cheerful!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-1015965672346103147?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1015965672346103147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=1015965672346103147&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/1015965672346103147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/1015965672346103147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2009/09/addictive-soaps.html' title='Addictive Soaps'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-6575921747185260711</id><published>2009-09-01T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T04:50:48.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Weird Can It Be!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/Sp0KCCkq_4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/FSc9-nAp64c/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/Sp0KCCkq_4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/FSc9-nAp64c/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376464560316940162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;DISCLAIMER&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;The content shown below contains sexually explicit material and may be harmful for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;children's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; below 18 Years of Age. The content below is non-fictional and the reader may feel it violent  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;at certain places. If you are 18 years of age and above please proceed else wait for my next blog...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                &lt;b&gt;THANKS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I returned from Chandigarh yesterday. I decided to return by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CTU&lt;/span&gt; bus instead of A/C &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Volvo&lt;/span&gt; which i took while going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chandigarh&lt;/span&gt;. I took the bus from Sector-43. I have visited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chandigarh&lt;/span&gt; 5 or 6 times but yet i find this place very confusing. I could not make out which sector is where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, i started back at 4 PM and on my way i went back to my Happy Old days and so i am sharing it with you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Have you ever done something weird in your life? If Yes then rate yours with mine. I was in Chandigarh this weekend. I reached Chandigarh late at night and i was damn tired because of 9 hours journey and that too in Bus. I checked in at a hotel and got myself 2 Beer. After emptying the stuff i lay flat on the bed fully Naked. I felt like masturbating but didn't feel good about it doing the same old way. I thought of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt; something innovative this time. I took one soft rope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tied it's one end to the fan above and tied the other end with my Dick. Then i laid flat on the bed and switched on the fan momentarily. Literally speaking it gave me immense pleasure that i never felt before. But i advise you not to try this at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) This is some 2 years old incident happened unfortunately to me. I was travelling from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jammu&lt;/span&gt; to Delhi alone. The Bus stopped for dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sanja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Chulla&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sujanpur&lt;/span&gt;. I had my dinner with Dal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Makhani&lt;/span&gt; and Butter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt;. I ate double my capacity and boarded the bus. After 2 hours i began feeling trouble in my stomach. Suddenly i started feeling pain in my abdomen and went to the driver and asked him to stop somewhere as need a loo urgently. He got angry and asked me to control it for sometime. I told him that it's an emergency situation but that guy was stubborn and didn't listened to me. As i was pleading him to stop somewhere i felt i couldn't hold the pressure anymore and released it into my pants. SHIT!!!! I came back to my seat as emergency &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;conditon&lt;/span&gt; had passed. Now the  interesting part. The conductor shouted and said," &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Chal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ja&lt;/span&gt;, bus 10 min &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ruki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;". I told him,"Hello Boss,the time had passed. you just missed the train. Now carry on". Finally  after reaching Delhi i washed all the shit off at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;SARVAJANIK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;SHOCHALAYA&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;kashmere&lt;/span&gt; gate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Time = Final year in my college and just after my placement. I got placed in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Satyam&lt;/span&gt; and was very happy as i got what i had never expected i would get. The reason is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;CGPA&lt;/span&gt; was 5.99 in my 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; semester. so me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Varun&lt;/span&gt; who both were selected in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Satyam&lt;/span&gt; went to Rang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Mahal&lt;/span&gt; for celebration with other friends. I remembered how i got there but didn't remember how i get back to my room. I was hell drunk. When i reached hostel, i was sleeping in common room. Then my closest friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;POPO&lt;/span&gt; offered me help to my room but i refused stating that i am alright. I bade goodbye and went to my room. It was 4 A.M  in the morning and i woke up and found myself sleeping in bathroom of our hostel. I had properly bolted it from inside. May be i thought it to be my room in drunk state of mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are many other weird incidents happened to me but i don't remember now. I soon as i remember any of them i will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Post&lt;/span&gt; them in my blog. Enjoy reading it and do post any of yours weird tasks....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-6575921747185260711?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6575921747185260711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=6575921747185260711&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/6575921747185260711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/6575921747185260711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2009/09/weird-things.html' title='How Weird Can It Be!!!!'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/Sp0KCCkq_4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/FSc9-nAp64c/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825671711854349626.post-6303380571595605005</id><published>2009-08-24T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T05:43:29.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploring India</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/SpKK0TmcvLI/AAAAAAAAABw/rsFm9HQPYSM/s1600-h/HAPPYINDDAY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/SpKK0TmcvLI/AAAAAAAAABw/rsFm9HQPYSM/s320/HAPPYINDDAY.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373509936625794226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;The day i came back home from Hyderabad, i got myself engaged into new role of TRAVELLER fully sponsored by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MAHINDRA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SATYAM&lt;/span&gt; :P.I have decided to travel and explore INDIA instead of just sitting at home munching Pop-Corn and getting glued to the idiot box. I started my first trip within my home state which i have mentioned in my earlier blog. So i decided to continue this trend and on 3rd August i got the chance to move out of my comfort zone. I left by train on 3rd August to Delhi. I planned to spend 7 days in Delhi but  the humid and hot weather of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;delhi&lt;/span&gt; made me change my mind and i decided to move further to Jaipur. As Jaipur is a much better to live during the month of August.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So just after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Raksha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bandhan&lt;/span&gt; i booked my ticket to Jaipur in ASHRAM EXPRESS but this time i decided to go in Sleeper class as it's just 5 hours journey. The good thing about that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;journey was that i completed one complete book "KEEP OFF THE GRASS".  That was surely an achievement for me.This year God of rain is not happy with people of North and everywhere the climate is too bad to live and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jaipur&lt;/span&gt; was the same. Actually the reason of going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jaipur&lt;/span&gt; was two pending tasks- First i haven't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; my college security and secondly i haven't received my passport since Jan 2008. Another wonderful thing is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bagga's&lt;/span&gt; destiny changed from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt; to Jaipur. Thank GOD to SWINE FLU scare in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt;  :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;After a gap of 8 months, i was again in college as an Alumni. WOW! What a feeling. I met my juniors, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;thadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wala&lt;/span&gt;, canteen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wala&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ofcourse&lt;/span&gt; how can i forget to mention our loving MAI. She must be around 75+ and sits the whole night at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;thadi&lt;/span&gt; to sell ciggies. One day i got a chance to meet one of my most feared teacher----MR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Rakesh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Bairathi&lt;/span&gt; and MR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;NSU&lt;/span&gt;(Actually i still don't know his actual name and everyone used to call him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;nasu&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;WHat's&lt;/span&gt; there in a name", rightly said by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Rabindranath&lt;/span&gt; Tagore). Frankly speaking during my whole college life i hardly spoke to any prof casually and when i left college i didn't even bothered to get blessings from them. But this time as i saw them i bowed before them and sat with them for nearly half an hour. We talked casually and i didn't feel any fear of talking to my Prof. The lesson i learnt is that we never know where our destiny is and whether we are going to visit the place we assumed to have left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;forvever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Bagga&lt;/span&gt; came the day after my arrival and we enjoyed, Boozed and smoked our way till he left. Now all the fun is over and get back to work. I had to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;goto&lt;/span&gt; Dean Academics for querying about my security. The thing i don't like  is talking to these petty clerks. They are so rude and talk to you as if they are the boss and you are no one before them. I have seen officers begging before them. I kept coming to office for 4 days and the reply that i got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; is that the cheque will take 6 months and will be sent by post and won't be handed over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; candidate. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; the crap???? What kind of rule is this???? A full 5 Feet 4 inches candidate is standing in front of you and they can't hand over the cheque. Thinking logically if they hand it over to me it will save them time and money of posting it but i think they have other intentions(Interpret other as you like)!!!!! So i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;walked&lt;/span&gt; out of the office and smoked hastily and decided not to think about it again. I will wait for 6 months and if i didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; any cheque then i will teach them a lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Task&lt;/span&gt; 2- Passport Office. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Passport&lt;/span&gt; office being close to my college, i decided to stay at college the night before.I boozed that night and was late by an hour to passport office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Actually i had planned to go at 8 to passport office but the hangover next day caused me penalty of a day without work and that too when i stood in the line for 4 hours. Just when i reached the enquiry window, the time was over. The next day i reached didn't repeat my mistake and reached an hour earlier. But still the line was way too large. I wondered whether these people have no work to do and how early they got up to stand here. But this time again i was unlucky because the guy told me to deposit 2 forms the next day but i realized that the next working day will come after 3 days. That meant 3 days captivity in Jaipur. I was getting sucked from this place but i had to complete the formalities. So i gathered courage and deposited the forms on next working day and the same day i packed my bags and set off for DELHI. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I told Dad about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;departure&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;delhi&lt;/span&gt; when i ha already took a bus to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;delhi&lt;/span&gt;. The bad news now- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Autowalas&lt;/span&gt; were on strike. I said to myself,"No problem. I will take Metro. No need of Auto". But again my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Kismat&lt;/span&gt; was no good to me. I reached 1 hour late and i had no option to catch Metro. Now no Auto, no Metro, what next!!! It was 10:30 P.M and location was Delhi. I was scared from inside but showed no signs from outside. I hired one taxi to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Dwarka&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Saala&lt;/span&gt; these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;taxiwala&lt;/span&gt; take advantage of strike and hiked their fare by almost double. The deal was fixed at 600 but i had no option. He was driving through the busy lanes of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;delhi&lt;/span&gt; as if he were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Schumacher&lt;/span&gt;. My heart was pumping Ultra fast and could come at any moment. I was hell scared. I had no idea of where that guy was taking me. When i saw some familiar signs of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Dwarka&lt;/span&gt; i felt light and finally i reached my destination without having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;sexual&lt;/span&gt; assault. Actually that guy was becoming too friendly and seemed gay to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Back&lt;/span&gt; in Delhi i got my new assignment- Typing thesis for my sister. So. i am now a full fledged Social Worker, at home as well as outside. One day i was lucky enough and got the chance to taste Delhi Traffic during Monsoon. I swear i would never ever do that in future and advise not to travel in Delhi after heavy rain. I was at East of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;kailash&lt;/span&gt;. Rain lasted for 1 hour but it was strong enough to make headlines in every news channel. Every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;nes&lt;/span&gt; channel advised not to travel for 3 to 4 hours but i did otherwise. I left at 6:30 from East of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Kailash&lt;/span&gt; in and auto. It took me 100 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; to reach central secretariat. Apart from the frustration of Jam, there were Delhi Girls all over. They were enjoying the mild rain and were looking gorgeous. Finally, I boarded the Metro to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Dwarka&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Metro main mast scene &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;huya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;baap&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone was busy informing their families and friends. One guy standing next to me was typing some message. It was for his Girlfriend and i commit a crime by reading his message. I won't write here what i read but one thing i will say is that the message was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;sexyy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Finally on 23rd August i returned to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Jammu&lt;/span&gt; by train. This incident shows the irresponsible Indian Railways doesn't care for passengers. The Platform that was displayed for my train was 8. So i reached platform 8 and sat there waiting for train to come. I was a bit apprehensive  about the platform i was standing because there were very less passengers on that platform. Then i asked one guy at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;IRCTC&lt;/span&gt; cafe about the train and then he told me that the train i was waiting was standing on other station. I rushed to other platform. Thank God i was aware and had enough time that i had no problems. Their were other passengers who were also caught in the crisis like me. So Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Mamta&lt;/span&gt;, it's good that you have started Toronto express and ladies special but most important thing is that all of this is a waste when information &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;system is faulty. It is as important as other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I am back in home. As life is a random function, i am not going to plan anything for future. I will just live in present and make my present happy and joyous and let the future be automatically be shaped according to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will be back with more very soon..........................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-6303380571595605005?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6303380571595605005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=6303380571595605005&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/6303380571595605005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/6303380571595605005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2009/08/exploring-india.html' title='Exploring India'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/SpKK0TmcvLI/AAAAAAAAABw/rsFm9HQPYSM/s72-c/HAPPYINDDAY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825671711854349626.post-8837432597890647925</id><published>2009-07-26T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:20:08.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P Revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/SmwXdYe0EtI/AAAAAAAAABo/1AI__JMYylo/s1600-h/Chicksfromavignon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362687049846756050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/SmwXdYe0EtI/AAAAAAAAABo/1AI__JMYylo/s320/Chicksfromavignon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erotica, sexual fantasies have become modern toys for teenagers today. And interesting thing is that you get these toys for free.Access to P videos, Pics is unlimited and within your easy reach at the touch of a button.You must have an internet connection at home and know how to delete history. The maturity of youth has been retraced back to 5 years.When i was in class 8th i wasn't aware of computer at all. Leave alone me, cyber cafe's were a rare thing in the past. Now even a 5th standard boyknows all about SEX and surfing Porn sites. Access to web has increased dramatically since. Someone has very rightly abbreviated PORN as"Pornographic obsession necessary for development of youth". First time i saw a BF when i was in class 10th but this episode surprised me a lot.I went to cyber cafe here to check mails when i didn't have internet at home. In my next cabin there were two boys sitting and secretly laughing. I feltannoyed and disturbed by this and asked them to keep quiet but they continued like that. When i finished my work and came out, i sneaked into their cabin to scold them, what i saw was shocking. The boys had opened some XXX site and the boys were not more than 10 years of age. I was hell shocked and didn't said anything to them and paid the bill and left. LAter that day i thought whether i have made any mistake by not telling them that hat they are doing is a crime. I came to this conclusion:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                         Lack of sex education: parents don't educate them. So they move out to know about it all. They have the urge to know how it happens??? Every human being feels some sex energy when he reaches a certain age. So if it is not subsided, it takes other ways like this one. When young boys see such stuff they get excited and the energy in them goes increasing and they imagine every women to be in be with them. So, negetive thoughtsstart building which hampers growth of positive thoughts which finally leads to zero career growth. So, i felt i made a mistake and should have counselled the guys as well as talked with their parents ideally ;) but that's impossible on my part as i don't have guts to do that. I you have then you can have a try. I welcome your own opinions in this regard. Till then happy surfing and inculcate healthy habits. Stay happy always!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-8837432597890647925?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8837432597890647925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=8837432597890647925&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/8837432597890647925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/8837432597890647925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2009/07/p-revolution.html' title='P Revolution'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/SmwXdYe0EtI/AAAAAAAAABo/1AI__JMYylo/s72-c/Chicksfromavignon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825671711854349626.post-5927931800840174506</id><published>2009-07-25T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T00:54:37.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>अज्ञातवास (Exile)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/Smq6LPt7dKI/AAAAAAAAABg/pK-Z5i5TRio/s1600-h/21_by_innocent_exile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362303008698496162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/Smq6LPt7dKI/AAAAAAAAABg/pK-Z5i5TRio/s320/21_by_innocent_exile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you remember the time when pandavas were asked go into exile for one year for losing to Kaurava's in a game of gamble।Same is the case with me when on 10th June I was told by my so called annadatta to go on VPP for 6 months at meagre basic pay।Many of us were shocked and started crying like a baby as if some natural calamity has struck and they have lost evrything।Though i have sympathy with the uncle and aunties who have more than 7 or 8 years of experience। But they don't have to worry as market demand for such people is enormous and demand for people like us who have less than one year of experience is very rare. So it's good time to do MBA or look for some odd(to others) jobs like NGOor career counselling or event management etc. After getting my LETTER of ACCEPTANCE for VPP i don't know what happened to me. I felt excited, overjoyed and felt butterflies in my stomach. We had 9 days to accept the proposal but i accepted it right away and asked my friends to have a D-Party tonight to celebrate VPP. The most amazing thing of that day was that there was a WWEBINAR by some Kutty, Putty or some fucking bastard addressing all satyamites about launch of VPP. He was a ark skinned typical GULTI with huge moustacheand addressed with this- "You are found eligible for this program......". What man?? What is he trying to make out?? I this a thing of pride. I want to ask himif he was sent to VPP, should he say the same words for himself also?? Never!!! So, we celebrated the event and the next day i made up my mind of leaving hyderabad and go home as i was somewhat feeling homesickand their were other reasons too. How i managed to stay in Satyam for 11 months and passed my training is a commendable effort from me. But now i realised after 11 months that i am not made for ITas i don't like .NET or C or C++ neither i make out the logic to write a program. Secondly, the day i was kicked out of the project i wasn't dooing anything valuablelike neither i was studying nor making any effort to find new jobs like Vinod who was fighting with all spirit to find one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally on 30th June i was in S-8 of DAKSHIN EXPRESS to NEW DELHI. I was sad of not being able to celebrate my anniversary of completing 1 year at Satyam. 26 hours of journey was like travelling in hell for me and i swear to GOD i won't travel in Sleeper class especially during monsoon season. Their were small insects flying all over us and the heat and humidity was unbearable and i was sleeping with my head to toe covered with my LUNGI. U won't imagine i slept half naked in that night. Someone has said if you want to explore real India you must travel in Sleeper Class and that i felt to be true during my journey. Their was a Sardarji family sitting in front of me. I felt that now sardar is here then koi tension nahin, time paas ho jaayega. But Sardarji's son was shy to talk to and as far as i remember he hardly talked during whole journey( Sardar's are not like that or are they???).Actaully it's not their fault as they were from Alwar( CHOM Sardar). Now Dinner time!!!I was hell shocked to see diet of sardar and sardarni. They ate 6 chapati each and that too the size of a large Pizza. After that they had bananas and sweet. They were travelling with their whole kitchen with them. They had a huge water cooler(Capacity 20l).Their were two small cute little sisters from Haryana. The small one was sharo, witty and talkative. I enjoyed their company and had a goo time. Finally the train reached New Delhi at 6:00 A.M in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunrise is a very pleasant experience. I felt a great energy that morning as my life is going to take a new turn like this one.So i reached Dwarka within an hour's drive from Hazrat Nizzamuddin. Ohhh i forgot to tell about my latest look. I had long beard( 70 days without shave) and beads mala in my right hand and looked like someone coming from training camp in Pakistan. Everybody was hell shocked at my appearance. My Dad came to know about my beard and &amp;amp;*(&amp;amp;)!@#$%$$^^%^.Next day i became chikna launda once again. I spent 10 days in Delhi and again moved on to Jammu (My Home, My heaven). As some rightly has said Your home is your heaven.Just as i stepped in, i said in silence,"what the fuck?". It was hell hot and humid. I wondered how people survived in this condition. Their were no rains till 8th Julywhen compared to last time at this time rivers were flooded with rain water. But where there is a will, there is a way. Thank GOD my dad had installed A.C this year, so i felt the chill of Shimla o Kashmir. i have sen many changes here in the past three months as cell phone operators have increased to 6 and polythene is banned here. Power situation is much better now (people have become sensible about paying bills or PDD has become strict). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I travelled for few days to kashmir, had darshan at MATA VAISHNO DEVI JI and roamed, roamed and enjoyed. Now i have settled at home with my books around me and my Tata Photon Plus. Right now i am planning to do MBA and preparing for it and also i am hoping to do some work for social cause and have applied for that i 2 NGO's. I am Still in search of my destiny??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-5927931800840174506?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5927931800840174506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=5927931800840174506&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/5927931800840174506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/5927931800840174506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2009/07/exile.html' title='अज्ञातवास (Exile)'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/Smq6LPt7dKI/AAAAAAAAABg/pK-Z5i5TRio/s72-c/21_by_innocent_exile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825671711854349626.post-4480751250903363274</id><published>2009-05-18T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:56:08.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Telephonic Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/ShG9Jk06QCI/AAAAAAAAABI/I4qsB5mQ3EI/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337255005612818466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 562px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/ShG9Jk06QCI/AAAAAAAAABI/I4qsB5mQ3EI/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi Guys how are you out there. Doing great and having fun. I think I told you that I am now on bench since 8th May 2009. I am going to tell you about my experience after getting released from project. I had to report to RCC at Satyam Gateway on 8th May. I was feeling a bit relaxed as I slept till 11 in the morning. We reported at 12 noon and were back to our flat by 2:15. That is what I call A perfect Private cum PSU job for me. No one is there to question you about why are you so late. Also I haven’t shaved for last 14 days. I have no plans to become a Mullah Omar or so but it’s like that only. I don’t feel like shaving anymore now. After a great and joyous weekend it’s my second day on bench. As usual I got up at 11 and we marched towards Satyam Gateway at 12. As I stepped out of my flat I got a call from landline. I picked up and had a telephonic Interview that lasted for around 20 minutes. He asked me about 10-15 questions on networking and I was looking foolish in my replies. I fumbled in almost all questions he asked me. Then at last he told ‘are Sharmaji aise nahin chalega…..you need to back fire or you will be left behind in the race’. Then I got a mail from him which is shown above. I laughed at reading the mail and my friends also made big joke of it. One guy told me that he doesn’t know how to write mails??? But lately I thought that the guy isn’t that bad. He has spoken the truth that I really need to Reboot . Atleast I got someone who has straight forwardly put forward his views about me. I am grateful about him. I don’t find any wrong in this. I see it the other way round (in a positive sense). I am still in touch with him and hope to meet him soon. I will let you know my experience of the meet. Till then enjoy and have fun. Remember to stay REBOOTED :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-4480751250903363274?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4480751250903363274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=4480751250903363274&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/4480751250903363274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/4480751250903363274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2009/05/telephonic-interview.html' title='Telephonic Interview'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/ShG9Jk06QCI/AAAAAAAAABI/I4qsB5mQ3EI/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825671711854349626.post-8871939121204233910</id><published>2009-05-18T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:07:14.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Watch!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/ShG_3YJiuEI/AAAAAAAAABY/fwHgLpmJ-FA/s1600-h/nishit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337257991506933826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/ShG_3YJiuEI/AAAAAAAAABY/fwHgLpmJ-FA/s320/nishit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Are you scared of Ghosts? Have you ever seen a ghost or a witch? I think most of you will say ‘NO’ . Now I rephrase my question like this one : Have you heard of Ghost stories in your town??? Absolutely ‘a strong YES’. Nobody has seen ghost in his real life but still we are afraid when we watch a horror movie or when we are alone at home esp. at night. Why this is so? I think this is all because of the data that has been fed into our mind when we were young by our very respected elder people. And this data is non-erasable. Once we are afraid of dark then no power on earth can remove this fear. Actually we feel afraid because at that time we are in unconcious state. If we manage to remain in concious state in any situation we tackle everything but it requires one to focus his whole energy to the seven tatvas. Only few individuals have done that in the past( Buddha, Vivekananda, and more).Let's not get into intricate details of this as it will become a topic of debate rather than a Post. so, this Sunday I saw one such documentary. It is about three students somewhere in America who decided to do some research on witches. So they went out on an adventurous trip to the woods. They spend 4 nights in the woods and the nights were freaking frightening. At times they had their hearts jumping out in their hands. Their Ass was on fire and still you hear them saying ‘I am Ok, I am not scared’. Then when they woke up one night one of their friend goes missing. Then other problems appear like one freak guy kicks the map and they get hungry and tired to explore the woods anymore. I don’t understand what type of these fucking Americans are??? First they go out on adventure and then they cry and beg for help in the woods. At last the two guys left couldn’t survive the witchcraft and lay dead deep in the woods. If you get a chance please see ‘The Blair Witch Project’…………………………..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-8871939121204233910?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8871939121204233910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=8871939121204233910&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/8871939121204233910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/8871939121204233910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2009/05/must-watch.html' title='Must Watch!!!'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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/_ppeDCGrfU40/ShG_3YJiuEI/AAAAAAAAABY/fwHgLpmJ-FA/s72-c/nishit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825671711854349626.post-8666666083759669755</id><published>2009-05-06T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:22:24.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret</title><content type='html'>First of all i am sorry for being out the blogging picture for so long. Actually, there are reasons for this. First Blogspot is blocked in Satyam network and secondly, i was bit busy in finding solace/truth. Finally i succeded in my effort and i promise you that i will keep posting post from now on regularly. In this post i will discuss only about what i went through in the past one month or so. After 7th Jan era, there was a lot of chaos in Satyam regarding firing. This made me somewhat very insecure and frustrated. Also the excitment of getting into project was dying in me beacuse i came into reality how project works here. No logical work!!! A small kid can do the task that we were asked to do. Sometimes i feel that why i am in this fucking testing circle. As Bagga says "Enjoyment should be there", so i thought to fing some task in which i can enjoy. The moment i got when i got one mail from Satyam Foundation. They have organised SUMMER CAMP in which every weekend one trip is organised to any one of the underprivileged shelter homes. I enjoy a lot over there being with the kids. We play, we laugh, we dance and lots more. Now i will answer about what happens in office??? From the last 10 days our project cycle is completed and next cycle is scheduled after 6 weeks. So, literally speaking there is no work in office. I reach office by 11 A.M and do trading till market hours are over and then i do blogging on satyam blogs. Now our Project FLCL has started new sayapa.....Training on QTP is being given to all team members. The same training we have been trained 5 months back. Now i am afraid that after training whether we will be having an OLA or not??? Oh ya the best thing that i liked was CPL(Citi Premier League). I enjoyed a lot and made handsome 35 runs but were not enough to save my team. That all what i had to say about my life. Also the good or bad whatever you may say is that my thirst for Sharaab has increased(almost every weekend and that too continuous 3 days). But i have reduced my Ciggi intake to 2 or 3(max). So, bbye and post your comments. I will be back with my another post in a few days. Hope you enjoy reading it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-8666666083759669755?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8666666083759669755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=8666666083759669755&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/8666666083759669755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/8666666083759669755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2009/05/regret.html' title='Regret'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-6150124977077007110</id><published>2009-03-02T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T04:24:52.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>गुमनाम.....</title><content type='html'>Ladki, Bus aur Train ……।It’s a famous dialogue from movie ISHQ। If you run for these 3 things you will definitely fall in some trouble। Unfortunately I came with such situation on last Friday. On last weekend POPO( My College friend ) came to Hyderabad. He wanted to do some shopping for family, so we went to Shilparaman. There at one Kurta Shop I noticed some fine kurtas. Actually, I had plans of wearing kurta on Friday in office. Each one of us ( ankesh, vinod, me) bought kurtas. On Friday me and vinod went to office in traditional attire. Actually on that day we went a bit late. On reaching Miyanpur X road. We saw bus which was about to leave for Gandi Maisamma. Usually I never run for the bus but that day I don’t know what prompted me to run. I ran for about 100-200 metres but the bus left.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh I forgot to tell you one more thing that after the 7th Jan declaration by Mr Raju I had stopped wearing ID card outside Satyam. But that day I wore it like I was wearing some diamond necklace around my neck. Coming back to the story, we took an auto to Bachupally . When I got down at Bachupally, then I came to know that my ID is not there. Only the string was hanging in it’s place. I was totally screwed. Without ID I won’t be able to get pass the main gate. I went back to Miyanpur, searched everywhere. I was expecting something out of nothing. I had no option but to goto office. I reached there, raised a request for new one and got one temporary ID (which is nothing but blank plastic card with satyam logo on one side). I am still having that card and for a new card Rs 200/- is the money that I have to give to Satyam. I am Nameless now in Satyam till I get my new ID card. And on 12th Feb I had a huge loss of losing my dearest watch in Satyam bus. Yesterday I bought a replacement for that one. So, Feb month was a bit rude to me.&lt;br /&gt;From now on I won’t run for a bus in my lifetime!!!! The other two things are still to happen with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-6150124977077007110?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6150124977077007110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=6150124977077007110&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/6150124977077007110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/6150124977077007110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='गुमनाम.....'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-6081261639510160549</id><published>2009-02-16T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:45:43.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"मेरी कहानी"</title><content type='html'>सुनलो सुनाता हूँ अपनी कहानी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;सत्यम से शुरू होती है कहानी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ट्रेनिंग मैं की खूब की मस्ती&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ओला मैं आ गई सुस्ती&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;एक भी ओला न हुआ पास&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मिले तीन LOC  ख़ास&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spotlight  मैं किया ड्रामा और नाच&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;रात को मिले हम पाँच&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;बस शराब का सहारा है&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;सुट्टे ने भी हमें किया मतवाला है&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हाँ  रब से ये दुया की&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मेरे हाथ मैं भी दे दे एक प्रेम की डोरी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;करूँ मैं जिससे सीना जोरी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;२ महीने के bench का खूब लिया मज़ा&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;अब प्रोजेक्ट आ gale पड़ा&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;याद आते हैं दोस्त बहुत&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;लेकिन रहते हैं दूर बहुत दूर&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khatam करता हूँ यहाँ &lt;span class=""&gt;मैं k&lt;/span&gt;ahani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiyo जी bhar रखना हमेशा याद&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-6081261639510160549?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6081261639510160549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=6081261639510160549&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/6081261639510160549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/6081261639510160549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='&quot;मेरी कहानी&quot;'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825671711854349626.post-2057907681458135653</id><published>2009-02-08T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:22:14.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who will be my Valentine???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; 14th Feb is here again!!! Everyone is seen flocking Archies gallery buying Gifts and Cards for their beloved ones. But for me this just another day like other days. Thank GOD this Valentine is falling on Saturday....WEEKEND. The only thing i can do is what i did this Friday :). In our training time, i had no problem in finding people for &lt;em&gt;Sharaab.&lt;/em&gt; Be it Soda, Anzal, Bagga and hardcore alcoholic (Nair), they were always ready to assemble in Soda's room but now thongs are not the same. I don't go out on 14th feb as the scene of couples sitting in Pubs or Restaurants holding their hands make my heart go fuming. I wish i could have atleast one but i have made my reputation worse among girls in my college. Now i repent on my foolishness, what have i done. If i go out with my male friends out on 14th Feb, then people might think of us as *Dostana guys. But this year my Dear friends( to all lucky ones) please be safe because saffron brigade will be going on rounds and i can't see you both being harrassed by them. Sometimes i think that are these people doing right? I believe that the answer to this question is somewhat 50-50. Actually because of some devils among us this day is figured in a wrong way. I was reading an article in Times of India this sunday and Sena chief Muthalik said that they have proof of 38 girls raped in Mumbai, Delhi and Kolkata last year on this day. No doubt he might be right. But because of certain sect of people they can't suspect everyone to be like them. Sena promotes the slogan "TIE or DIE". I liked this very much because if you love someone then you must marry her and promise to live with her till death. I don't support flirting and this may be the reason i don't have a girlfriend because i don't have guts to go against my parent's wishes. So, i wish you all have a good time with ur beloved and don't goto to places where moral brigade will be patrolling. Chalo bbye and do tell me about your good time after 14th Feb. And about me.....hahahaha.....Main meri Botal aur tanhai........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-2057907681458135653?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2057907681458135653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=2057907681458135653&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/2057907681458135653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/2057907681458135653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-will-be-my-valentine.html' title='Who will be my Valentine???'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-1343342852214197956</id><published>2009-01-26T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T06:21:43.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is GOD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;JAI HIND&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this blog after a long gap. The reason is that i am screwed up for the past 12 days i use internet at home for just 1 hour and that too for just checking mails only. I wake up at 8 in the morning and come back at 8 in the night. There are only few occasions when i used to get up at 8 in the morning- in my training at Satyam, in my first year at college when we used to have our class and in my early childhood ( When i was 5 or 6 years old) as told by my parents. I woke up at 5 in the morning. Amazing!!! I wonder that i was early riser. Coming back to blog from my past schedule.&lt;br /&gt;If we go across this world, we will found thousands of religions. And these thousands of religions account to millions of traditions and rules. Taking alone Hinduism, We have 33,00,00,000 Devtas alone. So, I wonder if there are so many devtas in hinduism alone then how many devtas are there in other religions. Taking there total of all religions, it would come nearly same as number of people on Earth. Then where they sit or where they have their palaces. Earth is going to be full in near future and heaven and hell in total is already full. Then i am 100% sure there would be an explosion. This very thought comes to me very frequently since i was 10 years old.&lt;br /&gt;What i believe is that these devtas are creation of humans only. Actually, million years ago when the comunity of people was rising and there wer mere 1000 people on this earth, then a group of wise men decided that they need to declare someone as Ultimate Leader to whom everyone would pay their homage and bow their head in respect. This way GOD was created and they also created new rules. But then you ask how the other GOD's come from?? It's the basic nature of human that he considers himself superior. He started creating his own GOD according to his own needs and created their own rules. In this way population of GOD went increasing.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the big question is: Whom should we call god or bhagwaan??? According to me, God is omnipresent and is seen in every human being. Each one of us has a unique quality that is present in himself only. For calling someone God, his Soul should be pure. For making our soul pure, we should not indulge in any of the practices that hurt anyone, should not speak lie (But there is a condition of that given by Bagga should be met), help others and spread knowledge and awareness among masses. And when our soul becomes pure, our mind goes into NIRVANA state where we can feel a lot of energy. So, our main aim should be to attain this NIRVANA state to make the spirit pure.&lt;br /&gt;This was all that i want to say in this issue of blog. I am sorry if i used any offensive statements. My intention was not to hurt your religious feelings. These all facts are based on my personal feelings. Keep Smiling and Enjoy life.....But i suggest you to make it a habit as not to waste your food and make sure that you feed one mouth a day....Thank you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;JAI HIND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-1343342852214197956?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1343342852214197956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=1343342852214197956&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/1343342852214197956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/1343342852214197956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-is-god.html' title='Who is GOD!!!'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825671711854349626.post-7269423734288902807</id><published>2009-01-12T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T05:56:07.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need for change!!!</title><content type='html'>Change is a word that we as a whole large community is afraid of. Change is very necessary for the civilization to prosper in the right path. What we do when winter comes? We all wear woolens and keep ourselves warm by burning fire or from heater. If  we don't do this we will fall prey to the very powerful force on this planet and fall ill. This predator is Environment. This environment keeps on changing, so do we. But at the onset of every season, we feel uncomfortable as we are unable to cope up with changing environments. I am not here to tell you what to wear in what season but i am just trying to tell you that how a small change can set everything right. Actually yesterday i was reading "OSHO WORLD" in which there was one article by the master himself about "The change we believe in". In that he has made a point that only a rebellious person can bring out the change. A rebel is a person who is living with his present and is aware of his future and decides accordingly. He doesn't lives with past. Osho gives a slight hint in his article to Obama who has made one statement during his election rally that The change we believe in. Thus, i think that Obama and Osho have a common belief that it's time for a change in everything. be it politics, entertainment etc. Why do our politicians afraid of elections that come every 4 years? Because they fear that they may be out of power, giving way to new people. But don't you think it is necessary as we too get bored  of these stinky people for 4 years. Today whole world is suffering fron financial crisis. India and pakistan are back on ageold track of accusing each other. Rising crime and terrorism. What to do now? We desperately need a change. And for that change we need someone from ourselves to stand up because no Krishna, no Ram no Buddha would come for our saviour. We need a rebel to satand for us and bring a deeo sea-change.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep posting more on Osho!!!&lt;br /&gt;Till then Enjoyyyyy!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-7269423734288902807?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7269423734288902807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=7269423734288902807&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/7269423734288902807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/7269423734288902807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2009/01/need-for-change.html' title='Need for change!!!'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825671711854349626.post-8959206905663026998</id><published>2009-01-02T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:35:08.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Little Angels!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There are a lot of hard drinks and soft drinks to choose from today. You have a unending list of companies who manufacture these products. Have you ever thought how much would one bottle of COKE costs the manufacturer. It's not more than 2 Rs but we get it at Rs 10. Why??? Because of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kareena&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aamir&lt;/span&gt; Khan. These companies pay these Stars from our pockets. Hey i am not getting into management, so don't get serious. I am just going to tell you a real story that happened with me when i was going back home from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Begumpet&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hafeezpet&lt;/span&gt;. The story goes like this........As usual i was late in getting up this morning but it's not late i would call but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;toooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lateeeee&lt;/span&gt;. I woke up at 12:30. I am sure if my manager came to know that i come to office at this hour, I would be fired from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Satyam&lt;/span&gt;. I had my lunch at office and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Vinod&lt;/span&gt; asked me to go to Walden to buy some book. We left for Walden at 3:00 P.M and after spending 2 hours at Walden without buying any book except I got one magazine(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OSHO&lt;/span&gt; WORLD), we decided to go by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;MMTS&lt;/span&gt;. We reached at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Begumpet&lt;/span&gt; station t board &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;MMTS&lt;/span&gt;. Just when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;MMTS&lt;/span&gt; was about to arrive, I purchased one bottle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;FANTA&lt;/span&gt; (APPLE FLAVOUR). As it was a new flavour by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Fanta&lt;/span&gt; and i hadn't tasted it so i thought of trying it out. After about 15 minutes when we were about to arrive at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Hafeezpet&lt;/span&gt;, one little girl pulled my jeans. She begged me for money. But just before that i had given another girl 1 Rupee so i tried to avoid her by saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Chutta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nahin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;". But she kept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;pulling&lt;/span&gt; my jeans. I felt irritated and was about to scold her when suddenly i understood her actions. Actually her eyes were fixed at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Fanta&lt;/span&gt; bottle and she had so much innocence in her face that i could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;nt&lt;/span&gt; explain. I gave the bottle to her. I closely watched her. She turned back and called some one in "Telugu i suppose. Then from the crowd a small, pretty girl came out with a glass in her hand in which she had coins she begged from people. That little girl was the same one i had earlier given i Rupee coin. Then that girl emptied the glass and her sister(I suppose) gave her half of the drink and both enjoyed it. After they finished their drink both the girls looked at me and gave a Contented smile. I felt happy about being able to satisfy someone in my life. I can't forget their face for the rest of my life. Then i deboarded at Hafeezpet station and those two sisters went running out of my sight but they were still looking back at me as they were thanking me for Quenching their thirst which was there for years......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Everyone says that India is Shining. Is this way India is shining then i am sorry to say that this is not shine but a big black dot on India's face. Think about it"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-8959206905663026998?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8959206905663026998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=8959206905663026998&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/8959206905663026998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/8959206905663026998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-are-lot-of-hard-drinks-and-soft.html' title='Two Little Angels!!!'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-2931657305309446382</id><published>2008-12-30T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T06:46:09.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>एक था बगगा</title><content type='html'>एक लड़का था ऊना का, हर लड़की पर वो मरता था, हर लड़की को मस्त पुन्जाबन बोलता था। हर लड़की को वो हमारी भाभी बताता था पर बन्दा था बिंदास। मैं एक ऐसे लड़के की कहानी बताने जा रहा हूँ जो मेरे साथ कॉलेज मैं पड़ता था और अब एक ही कंपनी मैं भी है। यह बंद बड़ा ही दिलचस्प है। आप सबने गजिनी तो देख ली होगी। उसमे आमिर को शोर्ट टर्म मेमोरी लॉस की बीमारी होती है, ठीक वैसे ही बग्गे भी शोर्ट टर्म मेमोरी लॉस का शिकार है। मैं इस से द्वितीय साल मैं मिला था (कॉलेज का)। बस तभी से इससे दोस्ती हो गई क्यूंकि कुछ हद तक मेरी और इसकी केमिस्ट्री बैठ गई। इन भाई साहब की हॉबी हैं- औजारों का चीरहरण करना। बस इंसान को छोड़ कर सबका चीरहरण कर दिया है। और हाँ पीने मैं तो ये कमाल हैं, बस बोतल के ढक्कन खुलने की देर है और ये ख़ुद को ऊना का दोन समझने लगते हैं और इनका मनपसंद संवाद भी है उस टाइम पर जो ये बोलते है की मेरे......... । पीने के बाद तो बस जो डांसर जनम लेता है वो तो मिचेल जैक्सन को भी मात दे दे । पीने के बाद तो अच्छे अच्छे इनके आगे घुटने टेक देते हैं। जब हमारे ट्रेनिंग चल रहे थी तब बग्गे ने सोडा की बोलती बंद कर दी थी जो की बहुत बोलता है ।&lt;br /&gt;अब आते हैं बगगा की लव life पर। जो भी लड़की इनके दिल को भा जाती है, उसे यह kehte हैं "क्या मस्त पुन्जाबन है यार "। "oye तुम्हारी भाभी है " और "भाभी माँ समान होती है "। बस इसी बात को लेकर हम बगगा जी की लेते रहता हैं। बस बगगा जी &lt;span class=""&gt;muskara&lt;/span&gt; कर रह जाते हैं और कर भी क्या सकते हैं । अगर ladenge तो destruction होगा। और हाँ कड़ी परिश्रम इनके niyamon के ख़िलाफ़  है। क्लास मैं late आना , देर तक सोते rahna और naseebo को कान मैं लगा लेना और उसी मैं खो जाना ऐसे हैं हमारे बगगा। यह एक philosopher भी हैं ।  इनके ब्लॉग को padkar कोई भी pagal हो सकता है। osho को samajhna आसन है पर इन्हे samajhna namumkin है । वैसे तो इनके बारे मैं और भी बहुत si बातें है पर सब लिखने से इनकी लग सकती है। arey मैं तो बताना ही भूल गया इनका latest प्यार- Gultan भाभी। hm सब और बगगा भी जानता है की gultan इस commited, पर बगगा को कब समझ मैं आएगा। अब तो zinda लोगों को छोड़ ये तो गाड़ी तक से प्यार करने लगा है। Swift इसका नया प्यार है, वो भी हमारी भाभी है।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;bhagwaan&lt;/span&gt; से duya करता हूँ की बग्गे को shaanti दे और बग्गे की एक ही darling हो।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;~I am sorry for some letters not being displayed in hindi. Really i tried hard at it but failed. Hope you enjoy reading~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-2931657305309446382?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2931657305309446382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=2931657305309446382&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/2931657305309446382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/2931657305309446382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='एक था बगगा'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825671711854349626.post-3261561935458090814</id><published>2008-12-18T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T01:31:05.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift to MA!!!</title><content type='html'>Day- 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; December, Occasion- My Mother's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;B'day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This day comes every year but this year it's special to me which made me to write blog about how i felt yesterday. Over the years i used to wish her in the morning and then in the evening she prepared some sweets and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;halwa&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;poori&lt;/span&gt;. My sister would give her a present and I would also give her a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;B'day&lt;/span&gt; card. Doesn't it seems normal as in every home everyone would do the same. But this time it's a lot different as every year i was at home with her but this is the first time that i am not with her. Not even me, my sis is also not there as she is married. So i decided to do something special. I searched google for some service which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;delivers&lt;/span&gt; gifts and got one. I ordered for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bouquet&lt;/span&gt; of flowers and a pack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gulab&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jamuns&lt;/span&gt; to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;delivered&lt;/span&gt; to her. Yesterday when i reached my flat i called up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;delivery&lt;/span&gt; centre to know my order status. He told me that the order wouldn't be delivered as there is problem of getting flowers in Jammu. I was very depressed as all my planning to surprise her had failed. He asked me to cancel the order but i don't know a voice came from my heart saying that i should wait till 18th. So i ended the call and went to have afternoon siesta. I woke up at 6 in the evening and was surfing when i got a call from Mummy. when i picked up, i guessed from her voice that she had received the gift. I can't explain the feeling that i had at that time. She was extremely happy and i can definately say that she must have cried after ending the call. She told me that now i know that you have become matured and grown up. The day ended and i had a very peaceful sleep. I wish to be her son in my next birth.&lt;br /&gt;"Wish you good health and long life"- From your loving Son&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-3261561935458090814?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3261561935458090814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=3261561935458090814&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/3261561935458090814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/3261561935458090814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2008/12/gift-to-ma.html' title='Gift to MA!!!'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825671711854349626.post-3470258761779855667</id><published>2008-12-17T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T06:07:01.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this Satyam way!!!</title><content type='html'>It's over 5 months now in Satyam and i am happy working with this company. Why wouldn't anyone be happy when he is getting salary for just 2 hours attending at office. Actually in my training i had different notion when i passed it with great hard work and burned midnight oil*&lt;br /&gt;(Joking)  to crack it. Then i thought that we are getting much less for the number of hours we put up at our training centre but reality was different and i came to know about it gradually. So my observations goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;                 We were told on our induction day by Nagraju and Commander that we have to speak in English when we are in office but i have seen our RM's in training often speaking in Tullu among themselves. Now in Our QEDGE circle i see this regularly. They say that our's is the No.1 training facility in the world to outsiders but only we ELTP's know about their training. You can pass test by studying DB's and their practicals are not that tough. If i can manag to pass then anyone can pass easily. Then in office every guy/girl while working in their cabins( actually they are also on bench) listen to songs in loudspeaker mode. And now the latest news f Satyam merging with Maytas has raised questions among investors worldwide about credibilit of Satyam's management. Actually there are a lot more things that i can discuss but as i m a current employee of Satyam i m restricted to do so. So well friends if you have anything against satyam way please do comment..............................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-3470258761779855667?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3470258761779855667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=3470258761779855667&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/3470258761779855667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/3470258761779855667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-this-satyam-way.html' title='Is this Satyam way!!!'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-5791655001963230139</id><published>2008-12-16T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:06:39.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Life on Credit"</title><content type='html'>Every person wants Luxuries in life. For that they choose a Bright career path. Then they gt landed up in some MNC which pays them about 3 lacs bugs. This is just the lower limit of package. There are others who get much more than this. But still evryone wants to have a new cellphone, new laptop, and other gadgets. I may be wrong with my peception in this view, so please pardon me. Actually i m not preaching anything and nor i m any big columnist like Karan thapar. I m just writing what i feel. Today morning when i was getting ready to go to office (which normally i don't want to go but i have no other option because i go there to have lunch). I took auto-rickshaw and when i reached Hi-tech city and took out my purse to pay the rickshaw waala i was shocked. I found no money in my wallet. I had only Plastic cards (includes 3 debit cards, 2 credit cards and one pan card). Thank GOD ICICI Bank ATM was nearby, so i paid off the driver. Then i realised that this situation is from last 5 months but i didn't care about that. Then i went into flashback and realised how many times i have no money and have to loo for ATM. I was shocked at statistics. Actually when we go to som mall we keep 20 bugs in our pocket thinking that will shop through card. Not only shopping but eating, dining is all dependent on card. My parents always keep telling me to keep atleast 500-700 bugs always with me. I never listened to them and would say that I HAVE DEBIT CARD.....CHILL DAD. But now i realised that they were right because i was in trouble often because of this. Not only this we shop on credit card hoping to pay it in next month but when next month comes there is no money to pay the bill and it keeps on adding interest and that too compounded. So i believe that so far these cards have made our life pretty easy but we should not wholly depend on these esp. CREDIT cards. These Look appealing to all of us but there are many negetives to it. So i would say that use your card intelligently. You will get what you want to have in near future but have patience. Thanks for reading and do comment this article...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-5791655001963230139?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5791655001963230139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=5791655001963230139&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/5791655001963230139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/5791655001963230139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-on-credit.html' title='&quot;Life on Credit&quot;'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-1157617705927494086</id><published>2008-12-02T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:37:33.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....Company of Women!!!</title><content type='html'>Every Guy  (except GAYs) wants a lady love like Anglena Jolie or Aishwarya or Monica Bellucci. But Story doesn't ends here....if he finds another women more attractive and sensous, he pounces over her like a mad DOG. I am going to tell you about my experiences with different women till now. Actually i began recognising women whom i met daily when i was in class 5th. It happened one day,i was in my class and all students were out for games. I was sitting and studying (i was very shy guy till class 6th and doesn't get along with others very well. I was studious......ahh what a joke...can i be studious....actually life changed for me when i moved to class 7th. It was a sea change for me. I learnt slangs and did all sorts of bhasdi stuff). So I got up from my chair and turned back to go out. As I turned back i collided with a girl and i fell over her. We were in that position for 30 secs but it's impact lasted for about 2 days over me. That was my first meeting. Now next day we were in our English class and we were given a topic to discuss. To my right she was sitting. I was so shy that when discussion started i was not able to speak. I was speaking well with guys but hen she spoke i was silent. I was literally shaking....GOD knows what happened. Till my First year in college i was not able to speak to girls directly on face to Face. But now i m much better.&lt;br /&gt;                                     Second encounter with a girl was furious. I was in my class 12th. I was going to my tuiton. When on my way i saw a girl, very beautiful, She was wearing skirt and tight top. I forgot about my tution and followed her. She boarded the Matador (Mini bus....we call it in Jammu) and i also boarded it. She deboarded after 15 mins. I also deboarded. Now she entered one Galli. There was no one in that galli. I thought this is best opportunity to express my feelings to her. I said," Excuse me". I told her that i like her and want to do frienship with you and blah blah....her steps got faster. I was waiting for her reply. She said nothing but i kept following her. The at one turn she moved back and called "Dimpy". I wondered who she was calling. Then my mind struck that she might calling her bro or Boyfriend. I immediately turned back and ran as if some DOG is behind me. That day by GOD's grace i was saved. From that day i decided never to follow any unknown girl...........&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Coming to college there were many girls i liked including seniors and juniors. But none created a hick in me. Yes there was one i won't tell you in my blog 'coz there is some guys who knew her and will pull my leg.&lt;br /&gt;                                                 I thought of writing this blog after reading Khuswant singh's book 'Company of women'. How lucky was Mohan with different women. he did everything from talking to taking them to bed. But here is me who is a Stupid guy who has fallen in love with 3 times in life but didn't dare to say just  this -----I LOVE YOU. instead i fell i luv with my WINE. She is my dearest. Goodbye i will come back with more soon!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-1157617705927494086?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1157617705927494086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=1157617705927494086&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/1157617705927494086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/1157617705927494086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2008/12/company-of-women.html' title='.....Company of Women!!!'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825671711854349626.post-7074356869081192991</id><published>2008-10-16T01:45:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T02:05:31.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>पोस्ट ट्रेनिंग</title><content type='html'>Hi friends, i m back again with the concluding part of my previous blog. Our valedictory was scheduled on 14th of October at 4:00 PM. Before that a movie was shown to us. It was a secret and started at around 11:30 in the morning. Actually when our PM Siva told us that we will be shown a movie(secret), I promptly asked him whether the movie is a secret or it's name is "Secret". Actually i had seen a movie in my college days which named the same*. The movie begins:- Some Old man appears, his name is BOB PROCTER (Philosopher)....just like DK Bagga.....Sometimes i remain dumb struck at some of Bagga's philosophies. It's not that his Philosophies are not good but they are out of my mind. He is a very amazing guy to talk to. I will take him in my next Blog. Coming to movie, that old man keep talking about life and the cosmos and blah blah....i don't knw when the movie ended coz i was in my fantasy dreaming of me and my woh.....after that at 4 PM some big Guns of Satyam like Commander and Sriram came and talked about various things for an hour. After that Toppers were given certificate and we were given oyr training certificates. Then High Tea was served to us and bade farewell to SLC......&lt;br /&gt;                                  Next Day, Reporting at CyberGateway. We approached to T Kumar(our RCC head). He asked us to wait in a 6 by 6 cabin and 15 of us went inside. Only 4 chairs were there and u can imagine how we hv seated there. Then he came and asked about people from BITS PILANI. Actually in satyam every senior guy who visits us always has a notion that there is only one college in India and that is BITS. NITS's are not considered in any category. Then he picked some 5 students of CS branch from BITS and asked them to go to CYBERSPACE...........contd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-7074356869081192991?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7074356869081192991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=7074356869081192991&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/7074356869081192991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/7074356869081192991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_872.html' title='पोस्ट ट्रेनिंग'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-9139967771253229938</id><published>2008-10-10T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T03:28:28.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"....Finally training is over...."</title><content type='html'>At last our training at satyam is over. Being frank, when i was in my Phase-1, i was almost sure that i won't last long here but all thanks to GOD and the *skills i learnt in college i was able to get through. I m the only one in my batch (QEDGE ELTP 900) who has got 3 LOC's. Phase-1 was a big hurdle to cross but i assure you that i was not at all frightened or nervous. I took the opportunity calmly and planned every night how to approach every test. My batchmate Rakesh (from BITS Pilani) was also in same boat. Literally speaking he was so fucking nervous or examphobic that if u have seenhim that time, you will definitely have said that he would commit suicide. But i cajoled him and cooled him to a minimum cloud. The one thing i would admit that i was unable to crack any of tha satyam's so called OLA's. Our Mentor says that "Our Tool is one of the Best". How can it be best as it is being prepared by people like us who are in bench. And we also proved it and the result of this is that we don't have any OLA's in phase-2.&lt;br /&gt;                               Our PM Siva Karunakaram is a very interesting fellow. Potan(my batchmate) enacts him very well. Whenever we ask him any query, he has readymade answers like:- "if u have any issues raise a ticket", "i don't want to give you wrong information" and blah blah. Actually we eagerly wait for him in Zero hour. And about Rita Daniel, our secondary PM, i wouldn't say anything. "She is everything what Siva is not". So i end this part here only but please visit again somedays later in which i will be back with part-2 of this issue about Tips to get through training.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;...............................................कहानी अभी बाकी मेरे दोस्त&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-9139967771253229938?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/9139967771253229938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=9139967771253229938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/9139967771253229938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/9139967771253229938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-training-is-over.html' title='&quot;....Finally training is over....&quot;'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-4114376711472422775</id><published>2008-10-07T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T07:33:47.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>***FORTHCOMING ATTRACTIONS***</title><content type='html'>1) COMPANY OF WOMEN&lt;br /&gt;2) एक था BAGGA&lt;br /&gt;3) कैसे बना मैं TOPPER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-4114376711472422775?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4114376711472422775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=4114376711472422775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/4114376711472422775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/4114376711472422775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2008/10/forthcoming-attractions.html' title='***FORTHCOMING ATTRACTIONS***'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-7622455330474905401</id><published>2008-10-07T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T07:28:49.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dead End !!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/SOtxg2LGjXI/AAAAAAAAABA/-VRCgvpp5kc/s1600-h/d3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254418199369649522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/SOtxg2LGjXI/AAAAAAAAABA/-VRCgvpp5kc/s320/d3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/SOtxXAakXgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/KtuNmfzPzgY/s1600-h/s3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254418030320180738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/SOtxXAakXgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/KtuNmfzPzgY/s320/s3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/SOtxQX6KaVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZA_CSO3SvWs/s1600-h/ss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254417916367628626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ppeDCGrfU40/SOtxQX6KaVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZA_CSO3SvWs/s320/ss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; COLOR: rgb(0,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: Arial, sans-serif; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/quotation/a_hero_has_faced_it_all-he_need_not_be_undefeated/222566.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A hero has faced it all: he need not be undefeated, but he must be undaunted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally the D-day has arrived when Royal Bengal Tiger (King of OFFSIDE)  alias Dada alias Saurav has decided to call it a day off from Test cricket. I think he has done right on his part as it was getting too frustrated for him. The BCCI was always playing by his sentiments by keeping him in and out whenever they wish( ***they were playing hide and seek with him***). Actually root cause of the crisis was arrival of *Hawai chappal* from Austrailia. He used what British had done years back- "phut daalo". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I m a great fan of Dada. I was inspired by him and began taking interest in cricket as a Left hander. Dada has great enthusiasm to win. He becomes aggresive at crucial times which is the reasn why he had to pay penalty at most of the times. He has a good track record both as a captain and as a all-rounder. When Dada took charge as a captain, the indian team which was known as just 'Indian team' came to be known as 'TEAM INDIA'. He started the tradition of celebrating wickets of opposition in a Football match style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a great player, i do believe that he has certain shortcomings. He was a slow runner for his entire career. When he was playing the last ball of over, he would ask the non-striker to run which has irritated a lot of players. Every player has his own shortcomings and virtues. So i would llike to thanks him for all the matches TEAM INDIA has won under him and for leading Team India when it needed a good captain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;'All the best for your future and hope we will see some fire-crackers during your last test series"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.co.in/imgres?imgurl=http://www.desifans.com/blogs/images/1559_photo.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.desifans.com/blogs/category/sports-celebrities/saurav-ganguly/&amp;amp;h=235&amp;amp;w=234&amp;amp;sz=34&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;usg=__J-iiD3ybCqndB97OiAqFDwHq8hg=&amp;amp;tbnid=4LGyX-Oh5rdW-M:&amp;amp;tbnh=109&amp;amp;tbnw=109&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsaurav%2Bganguly%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-7622455330474905401?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7622455330474905401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=7622455330474905401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/7622455330474905401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/7622455330474905401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2008/10/dead-end.html' title='&quot;Dead End !!!&quot;'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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/_ppeDCGrfU40/SOtxg2LGjXI/AAAAAAAAABA/-VRCgvpp5kc/s72-c/d3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825671711854349626.post-3722797291157300353</id><published>2008-09-29T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:28:47.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"ICICI Drama "</title><content type='html'>hi i m going to talk abt a incident which happened on monday night i.e 29th SEP 2008. Yes the day of getting our salary. Initially it was a heart failure for all who listened to that. All people were seen running towards ICICI ATM to withdraw all their money they had. My friends and i was standing outside reception having an after lunch PUFF when we overheard someone saying that he has invested some huge bugs in ICICI pudential and he was sweating and looked as if he was about to faint. Then we wsked someone wht was all the FUSS abt and came to knw that ICICI bank goes bankcrupt and it has lost 60 million dollar. We went to TV room to watch news abt that incident to confirm the news as our money is also in the same bank. But there was no such news. Then a sweet Voice came frm behind...."Please switch to TV9". I was fixed at her but Telugu voice felt in my Ear and i was disturbed. TV9 was a entertainment channel. We all lughed at the stupidity of the sweet :) girl and she blushed and went from there and thus we were assured that it was a RUMOUR. Then our friend Tarun who was out in the HYD city told us the exact news which seemed smwht authentic. I don't knw whether it was the exact news but it was believable. The news was "due to quarter closure, ICICI bank will close it's operations for 2 days. So if u want money in emergency u can withdraw it now but people formatted it in their own way." I think don't need to write abt my motive. I consider my readers intelligent enough to understand themselves. ARE YOU NOT?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m waiting for your feedback. Please ad sm input................thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-3722797291157300353?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3722797291157300353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=3722797291157300353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/3722797291157300353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/3722797291157300353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/icici-drama.html' title='&quot;ICICI Drama &quot;'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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-5825671711854349626.post-2434477837376828712</id><published>2008-09-17T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T04:28:01.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Message!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi Friends, this is Nishit Sharma for u and i have opened this blog to share each and every topic that you hear or read everyday...youu are most welcome to give ur opinion and solutions but u should obey my 3(GOLDEN RULES)  rules as:&lt;br /&gt;1) Do not post vulgar answers as this is pubic blog.&lt;br /&gt;2) Please be serious while discussing serious matters.&lt;br /&gt;3) If u don't follow above rules u will be checked under IT act of India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i hope to get a good response fron you all.....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825671711854349626-2434477837376828712?l=nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2434477837376828712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825671711854349626&amp;postID=2434477837376828712&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/2434477837376828712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825671711854349626/posts/default/2434477837376828712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishit-walkthetalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-message.html' title='Welcome Message!!!'/><author><name>Nishit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020836074292014387</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></feed>
