<?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-8534400</id><updated>2011-09-04T11:01:20.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicate Sound of Thunder</title><subtitle type='html'>The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams. 
--Eleanor Roosevelt</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534400.post-7604962069041256181</id><published>2011-04-20T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T05:34:49.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My typical diet during the day</title><content type='html'>Morning&lt;br /&gt;Glass of full fat milk with protein powder and small amount of bournvita &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the day&lt;br /&gt;1 - apple, 1-orange, 1-sweet lime, few pieces of watermelon/papaya&lt;br /&gt;Half a fist full of almonds and walnuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening (at around 6.30)&lt;br /&gt;Two boiled eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Boiled cauliflower, cabbage, onions with cottage cheese and a cup of curd&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;a bowl of sprouts, one cup of cabbage/beans&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;assorted vegetables baked over a layer of cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet to assess the amount of carbs, protien and fat. This is definitely yielding results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical activity&lt;br /&gt;two rounds of golf during the weekends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-7604962069041256181?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/7604962069041256181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=7604962069041256181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/7604962069041256181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/7604962069041256181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-typical-diet-during-day.html' title='My typical diet during the day'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-970857360893024371</id><published>2011-04-19T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T03:42:54.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to succeed with the Primal Blueprint</title><content type='html'>This is an article by Mark in his blog &lt;a href="www.marksdailyapple.com"&gt;www.marksdailyapple.com&lt;/a&gt; and I thought I should share some of the excerpts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve defined the “what”. If your goal is to lose weight, build muscle, increase energy or just generally look and feel healthier these graphics explain the basics of the “how”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Primal Blueprint Carbohydrate Curve&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’ll It Be? The “Sweet Spot” or the “Danger Zone”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwF5Z9UqAEA/Ta1mSWQMCVI/AAAAAAAABO8/0M96536CIRM/s1600/Picture2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" width="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwF5Z9UqAEA/Ta1mSWQMCVI/AAAAAAAABO8/0M96536CIRM/s200/Picture2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrate intake is often the decisive factor in weight loss success and prevention of widespread health problems like Metabolic Syndrome, obesity and type 2 diabetes. These average daily intake levels assume that you are also getting sufficient protein and healthy fats, and are doing some amount of Primal exercise. The ranges in each zone account for individual metabolic differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;0-50 grams per day:&lt;/b&gt; Ketosis and I.F. (Intermittent Fasting) zone. Excellent catalyst for rapid fat loss through I.F. Not recommended for prolonged periods (except in medically supervised programs for obese or Type 2 diabetics) due to unnecessary deprivation of plant foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;50-100 grams per day:&lt;/b&gt; Sweet Spot for Weight Loss. Steadily drop excess body fat by minimizing insulin production. Enables 1-2 pounds per week of fat loss with satisfying, minimally restrictive meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;100-150 grams per day:&lt;/b&gt; Primal Maintenance zone. Once you’ve arrived at your goal or ideal body composition, you can maintain it quite easily here while enjoying abundant vegetables, fruits and other Primal foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;150-300 grams a day:&lt;/b&gt; Insidious Weight Gain zone. Most health conscious eaters and unsuccessful dieters end up here, due to frequent intake of sugar and grain products (breads, pastas, cereals, rice, potatoes – even whole grains). Despite trying to “do the right thing” (minimize fat, cut calories), people can still gain an average of 1.5 pounds of fat every year for decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;300+ grams a day:&lt;/b&gt; Danger Zone of average American diet. All but the most extreme exercisers will tend to produce excessive insulin and store excessive fat over the years at this intake level. Increases risk for obesity, Metabolic Syndrome and type 2 diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Primal Blueprint Food Pyramid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For effortless weight loss, vibrant health, and maximum longevity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJHlzdiEAKE/Ta1mM50FfvI/AAAAAAAABO0/Eru-qWxvqrg/s1600/Picture3.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" width="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJHlzdiEAKE/Ta1mM50FfvI/AAAAAAAABO0/Eru-qWxvqrg/s200/Picture3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Guidelines: 80% of body composition success is determined by diet. Limit processed carb intake (hence, insulin production), and obtain sufficient protein and fat to fuel and rebuild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Protein:&lt;/b&gt; Average .7 – 1 gram per pound of lean body mass/day – depending on activity levels (more at times is fine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carbs:&lt;/b&gt; 50-100 grams/day (or less) = accelerated fat loss. 100-150 grams/day = effortless weight maintenance. Heavy exercisers can increase carb intake as needed to replace glycogen stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fat:&lt;/b&gt; Enjoy freely but sensibly for balance of caloric needs and high dietary satisfaction levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avoid Poisonous Things:&lt;/b&gt; Conventional Wisdom’s dietary guidelines promote fat storage, type 2 diabetes, inflammation and obesity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eliminate:&lt;/b&gt; Sugary foods and beverages, grains (wheat, corn, rice, pasta, breads, cereals, etc.), legumes (soy and other beans), trans and partially hydrogenated fats, high-risk conventional meat and produce, and excess PUFA’s (instead, increase omega-3 oils).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Modern Adjustments: &lt;/b&gt;Some modern foods that Grok didn’t eat can still be included in a healthy diet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderation:&lt;/b&gt; Certain high glycemic fruit, coffee, high-fat dairy products, starchy tuber vegetables, and wild rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Supplements:&lt;/b&gt; Multivitamin/mineral formula, probiotics, omega-3 fish oil and protein powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Herbs, spices and extracts:&lt;/b&gt; Offer many health benefits and enhance enjoyment of meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sensible indulgences:&lt;/b&gt; Dark chocolate, moderate alcohol, high-fat treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Primal Blueprint Fitness Pyramid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For functional, diverse athletic ability, and a lean, proportioned physique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xNBlE4sgEVg/Ta1mEav6GtI/AAAAAAAABOs/D3U4rnrbx4s/s1600/Picture4.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" width="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xNBlE4sgEVg/Ta1mEav6GtI/AAAAAAAABOs/D3U4rnrbx4s/s200/Picture4.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In short, following the food pyramid, the carbohydrate curve and understanding of the required physical workouts will lead to an extremely healthy lifestyle, an energetic body and a sound mind!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-970857360893024371?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/970857360893024371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=970857360893024371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/970857360893024371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/970857360893024371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-to-succeed-with-primal-blueprint_19.html' title='How to succeed with the Primal Blueprint'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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/-ZwF5Z9UqAEA/Ta1mSWQMCVI/AAAAAAAABO8/0M96536CIRM/s72-c/Picture2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534400.post-294183986898955230</id><published>2011-04-18T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T01:29:38.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to writing after 5 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I know it has been a real long time since I wrote something. Looking back, things have changed a lot for the better. The last five years have been an amazing time learning new things, growing&amp;nbsp;professionally&amp;nbsp;and growing more as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have decided to start writing again, there are few key things which I would like to write about. Most of my posts will be related to one of these topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Entrepreneurship and starting up - the last few years have been spent in understanding how businesses are created, how they evolve and what great entrepreneurs are made of. I have spent time as a founding team member of a startup which grew significantly in numbers and people till the recession decided to consume the whole organization. More about my professional profile&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://in.linkedin.com/in/srinathnagarajan"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Online businesses, e-commerce, payments and retail ecosystem in India - Most of my experience has been on &amp;nbsp;payment systems, value added service delivery, e-commerce, new devices ad telecom systems. I will be writing about the exciting world of consumer payments and emerging business areas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Golf - I started playing golf from June 2010. This game has completely caught my attention. Thanks to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Pankaj-Sharma/695853792"&gt;Pankaj Sharma&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Siddharth-Kapur/542805460"&gt;Siddharth Kapur&lt;/a&gt;, my interest in the game has been completely high. I have managed to transform myself from a beginner who misses the ball while swinging his club to driving 250 yards consistently. Additionally, I have also managed to play several courses in Delhi NCR -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.noidagolfcourse.com/"&gt;Noida Golf Course&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.qutabgolfcourse.in/"&gt;Qutab Golf Course&lt;/a&gt;, Air Force Golf course at Chanakyapuri and the Air force Golf course at Hindon. My 9 months of golfing experience included 2 months of rib injury due to excess practice. Finally managed to reach a handicap of 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Primal Living - Recently introduced to me by my dear friend raj, who writes&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.rajganpath.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, the primal way of living has definitely improved my energy levels, my body composition and I'm sure in a very short while, it is going to lead me to a good lean body structure. The original practioner of primal living has written several articles most of which I am in the process of reading&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.marksdailyapple.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The beauty of what Raj has done is taken the primal living fundamentals and applied it to the the Indian context. What he will be about to unravel in the next few years will lead to a billion Indians leading a healthy lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wrap up my first blog after 5 years by setting the context that I hope will start being informative and a good read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-294183986898955230?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/294183986898955230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=294183986898955230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/294183986898955230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/294183986898955230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2011/04/back-to-writing-after-5-years.html' title='Back to writing after 5 years'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-116162503356360737</id><published>2006-10-23T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T10:37:13.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Along life's path --some crap dished out</title><content type='html'>The ups and downs , the twists and turns&lt;br /&gt;Paths unwinding to infinity.&lt;br /&gt;Carrying surprises along,&lt;br /&gt;some happy some not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life warns us of losing something,&lt;br /&gt;warns us time and again.&lt;br /&gt;With incidents changing us,&lt;br /&gt;changing the very self we were,&lt;br /&gt;to adapt to its whims and fancies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly man realizes ,&lt;br /&gt;these warning signs.&lt;br /&gt;Stays connected to mortals,&lt;br /&gt;fellow men and seducing fairer ones. &lt;br /&gt;All that matters is the journey,&lt;br /&gt;So love and let love go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-116162503356360737?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/116162503356360737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=116162503356360737' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/116162503356360737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/116162503356360737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2006/10/along-lifes-path-some-crap-dished-out.html' title='Along life&apos;s path --some crap dished out'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534400.post-113861138205285323</id><published>2006-01-30T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T00:56:22.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we two parted by Lord byron</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; When we two parted&lt;br&gt; In silence and tears,&lt;br&gt; Half broken-hearted&lt;br&gt; To sever for years,&lt;br&gt; Pale grew thy cheek and cold,&lt;br&gt; Colder thy kiss;&lt;br&gt; Truly that hour foretold&lt;br&gt; Sorrow to this.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The dew of the morning&lt;br&gt; Sunk chill on my brow--&lt;br&gt; It felt like the warning&lt;br&gt; Of what I feel now.&lt;br&gt; Thy vows are all broken,&lt;br&gt; And light is thy fame;&lt;br&gt; I hear thy name spoken,&lt;br&gt; And share in its shame.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; They name thee before me,&lt;br&gt; A knell to mine ear;&lt;br&gt; A shrudder comes o'er me--&lt;br&gt; Why wert thou so dear?&lt;br&gt; They know not I knew thee,&lt;br&gt; Who knew thee so well--&lt;br&gt; Long, long I shall rue thee,&lt;br&gt; Too deeply to tell.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; In secret we met--&lt;br&gt; In silence I grieve,&lt;br&gt; That thy heart could forget,&lt;br&gt; Thy spirit deceive&lt;br&gt; If I should meet thee&lt;br&gt; After long years,&lt;br&gt; How should I greet thee?--&lt;br&gt; With silence and tears.&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/8534400-113861138205285323?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/113861138205285323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=113861138205285323' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/113861138205285323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/113861138205285323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-we-two-parted-by-lord-byron_30.html' title='When we two parted by Lord byron'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-112608720391794030</id><published>2005-09-07T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T03:00:03.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lash Fantasy 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dl3_dxb/40868044/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/22/40868044_9b1f103767_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dl3_dxb/40868044/"&gt;Manti nehayat denyti lo T`3ebi.. mahma we9alti e3refi mn tkooni...&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/dl3_dxb/"&gt;•°ÐL3_Ð×ß°•&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is one more macro flick that caught my attention... notice the water droplet... crystal clear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the blue filter rocks !!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-112608720391794030?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/112608720391794030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=112608720391794030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/112608720391794030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/112608720391794030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2005/09/lash-fantasy-2.html' title='Lash Fantasy 2'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-112539468069926751</id><published>2005-08-30T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T02:38:00.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Will Tomorrow Bring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/artofgold/38227120/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos26.flickr.com/38227120_43e7c3a653_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/artofgold/38227120/"&gt;What Will Tomorrow Bring?&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/artofgold/"&gt;artofgold&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is such a great flick... it depicts longingness... lost love.. the effect that distance has on inseparable souls... amazing piece of art n photography...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-112539468069926751?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/112539468069926751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=112539468069926751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/112539468069926751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/112539468069926751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-will-tomorrow-bring.html' title='What Will Tomorrow Bring?'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-112539437251129169</id><published>2005-08-30T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T02:32:52.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lash Fantasy !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bidwiya/38338132/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos28.flickr.com/38338132_f31d9ad60e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bidwiya/38338132/"&gt;Missing you...&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/bidwiya/"&gt;BidWiya&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What a flick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best ive seen of late...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The focus is perfect and the lighting is awesome.... great lens shud say...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-112539437251129169?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/112539437251129169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=112539437251129169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/112539437251129169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/112539437251129169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2005/08/lash-fantasy.html' title='Lash Fantasy !!'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-112539219709159907</id><published>2005-08-30T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T01:56:37.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anand417/12744689/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos8.flickr.com/12744689_c033e3cf61_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anand417/12744689/"&gt;Aditi, Jimit, Me, Harsha, Sci, Srinath&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/anand417/"&gt;MadSci&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well saw this snap on anand's flickr account...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like one of those days at SKY...or in CEL room where we a group of six people would be discussing jus like the others in the lawns... but topics way ahead of time... making plans... creating brands... making rules...sometimes breaking them... cursing faculty... creating programs... scheduling entrepreneur meets... what not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was an awesome three yrs at CEL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a nostalgia....&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-112539219709159907?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/112539219709159907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=112539219709159907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/112539219709159907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/112539219709159907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2005/08/down-memory-lane.html' title='Down Memory Lane'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-112496454242997201</id><published>2005-08-25T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T03:45:14.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rotating algorithm cipher....</title><content type='html'>well this is something I came up when I was pissed drunk last weekend. I know it might sound greek n latin... but ive tried to simplify the algorithm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine a set of encryption algorithms say {a,b,c,d,e,f,g,h,i}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets assume there is a master program that would execute one or more of these algorithms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assume a disc... let a,b,c sit on the disc. let there be another disc. let d,e,f sit on that one. let there be a third disc. let g,h,i sit on the third disc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets say D is the data to be encrypted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let at time t=0 let disc one start to rotate(whcih means the master program would keep executing algos a,b,c in a time varying fashion)(i could make things complex by including a statement that let the time be influenced by a function...but lets leave it as it is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets say after time t = 10 the disc two starts rotatiung ano0ng with disc one. now the maser program operates on the data with two algos... i mean a,e... b,f.. c,g...and so one depending on the relative positions of these discs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;similarly let the third disc also start rotating after say time t = 20 and then the master program would play with 3 algos at a time..one from disc one....two from disc 2 and the third form disc 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the data would be time varying...encryption would become time varying...and the decryptor...first has to knwo about the configuration of the discs... and then synchronize his disc with the encryptors disc... and finally decrpyt the data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each algorithm has its own keys and operational complexities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i call a rotating algorithm cipher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of it.... i cant think where i started ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-112496454242997201?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/112496454242997201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=112496454242997201' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/112496454242997201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/112496454242997201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2005/08/rotating-algorithm-cipher.html' title='rotating algorithm cipher....'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-112348543961043841</id><published>2005-08-08T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T00:17:19.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complex human mind and the existence theory</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered how powerful your brain is. I mean i personally keep wondering about it all the time. Although I am not an biology expert, I always keep thinking of the algorithms that make you live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer calling them the survival algorithms. I would like to categorize them very broadly as Learning algorithms, Recognition algorithms,and  interpretation algorithms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually surprised at the power of the human mind. Although Scientists all over the world have proposed theories about various aspects of perception..thought...and what not. I would like to give my view on the entire human existence which would probably link the spiritual aspect...(those that were believed to exist ) and the scientific aspect (those that have been proved to exist). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that all creatures on this earth follow a particular equation. And one firm thought is that the number of organisms in this world has always been constant. Well yes i know what ur thinking...your thinking i am a fool..well let me explain. I feel that when the world came into existence there was soemthing that happened that triggered the first living organisms on this planet. and then this kept on growing for ages till it attained a saturation point. Now from that point onwards the number of living organisms have been constant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i dont have statistics to prove that these many tigers dies last year and these many babies were born...and also i would like to leave the part before number of organisms on this planet attained saturation to the other creative thinkers in this world to prove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See each species has its own characteristics.. its own abitlities , its own communication protocols...its own way of survival. But there is one thing thats common to all species...thats life...let us for now assume its some kind of a battery that powers the entire living system. Let us assume that life is a horizontal in the living systems structural hierarchy. And all species are verticals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My theory is that the species live a life...and then shift to some other organism and continue to live their life. the mind has various layers. the first layer would be that of the present life. your entire functional system would use this layer for all its data access and decision making. This is the layer that has helped you learn recognize and survive. this is the layer that you realize when you are concious. Now below that is the sub concious which you will not be able to relate to. but some triggers and commans and signals keep arrving from the sub concious to the concious person. none of us speak it out..we just call them intution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also believe that by some techniques you could definitely access the sub concious layer. below the subconcious layer is the most protected and guarded layer access to which is not easy. this is the layer that has information on past lives. Our human mind knows everything. We are not sure how to access this data. Although few techniques like hypnotism and regression have proved that this layer of the brain could be accessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also believe that when you die, they say that the soul has left the body. In the sense I would like to put it as the soul( the battery) has been removed from the system and now it exists some where else with the memory of your life zipped...compressed...encrypted..and kept into the sub councious alyer of some other living organism in the world. But remember it exists !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-112348543961043841?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/112348543961043841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=112348543961043841' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/112348543961043841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/112348543961043841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2005/08/complex-human-mind-and-existence.html' title='Complex human mind and the existence theory'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-112176553906667566</id><published>2005-07-19T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T02:32:19.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best blog I ever came across</title><content type='html'>For a person to believe it you gotta go n see it for ur self..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;My favourite blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many secrets...so many feelings...so much of hatred...love..pain ..pleasure and sorrow in this world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-112176553906667566?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/112176553906667566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=112176553906667566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/112176553906667566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/112176553906667566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2005/07/best-blog-i-ever-came-across.html' title='The best blog I ever came across'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-112176366800489903</id><published>2005-07-19T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T02:01:08.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let love go - R.L.Stevenson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Let love go, if go she will.&lt;br /&gt;Seek not, O fool, her wanton flight to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Of all she gives and takes away&lt;br /&gt;The best remains behind her still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best remains behind; in vain&lt;br /&gt;Joy she may give and take again,&lt;br /&gt;Joy she may take and leave us pain,&lt;br /&gt;If yet she leave behind&lt;br /&gt;The constant mind&lt;br /&gt;To meet all fortunes nobly, to endure&lt;br /&gt;All things with a good heart, and still be pure,&lt;br /&gt;Still to be foremost in the foremost cause,&lt;br /&gt;And still be worthy of the love that was.&lt;br /&gt;Love coming is omnipotent indeed,&lt;br /&gt;But not Love going. Let her go. The seed&lt;br /&gt;Springs in the favouring Summer air, and grows,&lt;br /&gt;And waxes strong; and when the Summer goes,&lt;br /&gt;Remains, a perfect tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy she may give and take again,&lt;br /&gt;Joy she may take and leave us pain.&lt;br /&gt;O Love, and what care we?&lt;br /&gt;For one thing thou hast given, O Love, one thing&lt;br /&gt;Is ours that nothing can remove;&lt;br /&gt;And as the King discrowned is still a King,&lt;br /&gt;The unhappy lover still preserves his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-112176366800489903?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/112176366800489903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=112176366800489903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/112176366800489903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/112176366800489903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2005/07/let-love-go-rlstevenson.html' title='Let love go - R.L.Stevenson'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-112175536334692946</id><published>2005-07-18T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T23:42:43.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BullShit !!</title><content type='html'>Whats happening right now in flex in fronta my eyes is a dude who's been crapping about WCDMA and reciever design for the last few hrs...its bugging...getting on my nerves...well yahoo messenger blocked...so no chat happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess this is what you could probably call net stuck..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when ur not sure what to do...you hop on the internet...but u cant stop browsing coz you know for sure that ur gonna crash off soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double trouble.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why bullshit...coz thats what it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jst a thought.... is it possble that tansen could have actually created fire with raag deepak...may be chaos theory and acoustic analysis could probably prove that the engery geneated by a group of artists singing raag deepak gets focussed onto a point where the lamp as kep...still maybe...is it possible...im not sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it possible that chaos theory could explain raag amrithavarshini / raag malhar...that was supposed to bring rain...a myth?? may be not...let see...just a thought&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-112175536334692946?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/112175536334692946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=112175536334692946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/112175536334692946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/112175536334692946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2005/07/bullshit.html' title='BullShit !!'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-112125531231101882</id><published>2005-07-13T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T04:48:32.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What would make you happy?</title><content type='html'>This is a question which someone asked me when they conducted the art of living workshop. What a question to ask. Initially i thought he was a fool to ask me such a question. But it was only when i started to think of an answer was i able to understand that im not able to giver him a complete answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what makes you happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few answers i thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When i see food/ water when im hungry or thirsty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. when i see an inocent baby smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3, Drive a BMW/Ferari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Start and run an empire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. good food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. amazing wines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. beautiful girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A good movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. ....well the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone think of what makes thme happy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still dunno what makes me happy ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-112125531231101882?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/112125531231101882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=112125531231101882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/112125531231101882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/112125531231101882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-would-make-you-happy.html' title='What would make you happy?'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-112124952896750882</id><published>2005-07-13T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T03:12:08.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>well im in a telecom training session with some guy blabbering about &lt;br /&gt;GSM networks in a high tech building of flextronics bangalore. Mailing from a comp where i got illegal access to internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life in bangalore is fine. Seems like pretty boring. Life is becoming very monotonous with no enthu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic in bangalore is really hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day filled with frustrations. Had a fight with my cab driver. Found out that i did not have enuf cash to go by auto. No ATM in tyhe vicinity. Autorichshaw drivers refusing to come to my office as it is almost at the end of bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached office by paying 1.5 times the charge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain places in bangalore wqhere i luv spoending time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Barrista leela palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Purple Haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dinner at three quarter chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Night travelling in bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLace to visit next month......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coorg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to do loads of things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Expand gyanodhaya(its a charitable trust started to aid those who cannord affor education) to BITSAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Join a play troupe...i cant stay without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn french (well that wud not start before sep1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ntohing more to write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts....i cud not relate what i wrote ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but jus felt like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-112124952896750882?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/112124952896750882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=112124952896750882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/112124952896750882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/112124952896750882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2005/07/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-111734149419979389</id><published>2005-05-28T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T21:38:14.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Astrology true?</title><content type='html'>This is an issue i've been wondering ever since I saw what they call "panchangam" in our communities. Its a chart that has all the planetary positions at the instant u were born. Based on that astrologers could fortell the way ur life is gonna shape. Well at first thought i would say this is absurd. But looking at the things written and the way things have shaped, anyone in my position would say its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If astrologers know how that planetary positions affect the way you live, what have scientists done about it. These scientists have tried to verify the astrologers' claim and i guess the reason they're keeping quiet is that probably even they believe in it. I would like to asociate a different angle to it. If planetary forces control human existence on planet earth why havent we been able to relate it as to how. What is the missing element?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is match-making so popular? How do they try to associate two charts and speak of its compatibility? does it mean that the entire human race is bound by certain patterns of life formed by the permutations and combinations of the planetary positions? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing that happened off late was this - my parents tried something known as the "olai chuvadi" or rather " naadi josiyam". All you have to do is that you give ur thumb imprssion and name. and based on that the person would pick up an olai chuvadi (for those who dont know what olai chuvadi is...these are ancients writings on leaves about lots of things) and well guess what....its written in that as to what my grand ma's name is...what my grandpa's name is...and plus loads of stuff about my entire family. And you wouldnt believe it...RECORDS OF PREVIOUS BIRTHS...now this is something i did not believe. But somebody gimme a reason why I should not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my life based on the patterns formewd on my thumb. Have these patterns got to do anything with the planetary positions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still not convinced...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-111734149419979389?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/111734149419979389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=111734149419979389' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/111734149419979389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/111734149419979389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2005/05/is-astrology-true.html' title='Is Astrology true?'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534400.post-111376419426085158</id><published>2005-04-17T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T11:56:34.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random shapes in void space</title><content type='html'>I do not know why I'm bloggin today...despite the fact that neuron sucks bigtime and i woved id never blog while at bits...the fact still remains...i am bloggging today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at the stars few minutes back...the entire incident flashed in front of his eyes...certain words certain people uttered...certain things that just flashed .the things he had achiheved...the nights he slept in a 10* 10 ft room....was he a failure or was he not...a question that kept racing in his mind...his creation was in front of him...he cherished what he saw..loved it...but something in him said that the child was heading in the wrong direction...he had to do something...he spoke...spoke like he had never spoken before....convinced that the mindset was changed...time passed....he was about to leave...it was time he handed over his child to someone...he trusted them..he liked them...he never told them he did..he never told them he admired them...but he cherished at the way they took care of his child...that was him...finally the day came when they said goodbye...the moment was nostalgic.,..evry moment he spent with the child flashed in front of his eyes....the day when it started walking...the day when the baby wanted to run...the days when we carried it on our shoulders....the baby was rich...it had loads of money...and also people who wanted to take care of the baby jus for the money...we never cared...we loved the kid...for what it was...we wanted to keep the kid away from all these people who wud bring the kid to shame...its probably my last word ill be speaking to the child in person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have two words to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand Tall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-111376419426085158?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/111376419426085158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=111376419426085158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/111376419426085158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/111376419426085158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2005/04/random-shapes-in-void-space.html' title='Random shapes in void space'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-110656404579622886</id><published>2005-01-24T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T02:54:05.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DW Auditions</title><content type='html'>well the dance fever is on in the psenti semites bhawans...and people have started to practice for their auditioons foir the Dance workshop...well this time the instructors are disha...harshini..Ebby and vamshi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our wing danced for aadadha aatam ellam...then a song from 7G...then we danced to the song from kaadal kondaen....market dance...then went on to do dapaangoothu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was amzing fun...and the auditions went 0on well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the results are to be announced in a days time...ita bits going on...my PTM sessions have started...well im beginning to get busier by the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-110656404579622886?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/110656404579622886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=110656404579622886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110656404579622886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110656404579622886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2005/01/dw-auditions.html' title='DW Auditions'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-110624965312509870</id><published>2005-01-20T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T11:34:13.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Campus Interviews...</title><content type='html'>Well I know I have not been blogging enough but well there is a reason to it. I need to have some content and Neuron was damn slow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season the campus scenario was not as good as last sem. The comapnies like TCS and INFY which were the hopes of getting into the software industry for many civil chemical and mech students took only 24 and 15 students respectively. basically because of corporate ego clash. Wipro was gien the slot before these two companies and they took 115.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of other companies also came and took 1/2/3/4/5 whatever..and ORACLE took 15 people. Well on a personal front the first company i attended was TI..and the apti was literally a bits digi and analog quiz with negative marking and hence explains the reason i didnt get shortlisted..plus i didnt have the X factor(CGPA &gt;9.0)...well the next company i wrote was HUGHES...I had 1.5 Hr of techincal interview. It was awesome. finally made it into huges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the second round to begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-110624965312509870?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/110624965312509870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=110624965312509870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110624965312509870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110624965312509870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2005/01/campus-interviews.html' title='Campus Interviews...'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-110625034050215663</id><published>2005-01-20T11:36:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T11:45:40.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psenti sem...live life king size</title><content type='html'>Morning 4.00 A.M : Goto Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30 A.M : Wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.00 A.M : Chai and sam chat at nagar redi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.30 A.M : Visit Campyus placement board and gather campus placement news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30 A.M : Lunch at VKB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.30 P.M : Volley ball / cricket /football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.00 P.M  : Crash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.30 P.M : wake up and take a bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.30 P.M : dinner (winter timings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30 P.M : land in cnot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30 PM : Popcorn and return to bhawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.00 P.M : Lacha about days proceedings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30 a.M : ANC fried maggi and popcorn again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.30 a.M : final meal of the day ( first yearitres)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.00 A.M : Neuron movie download for next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Well I guess every bitsian will have to go through this phase in his bitsian life. It is when you have time and do not know what to do of it. you have friends but you have already discussed every possible topic and still find ways to put ENTHU. When you are suddenly reminded of classes going on in the institute and about the registered project when the prof sends a word through a third yearite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven&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/8534400-110625034050215663?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/110625034050215663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=110625034050215663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110625034050215663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110625034050215663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2005/01/psenti-semlive-life-king-size_21.html' title='Psenti sem...live life king size'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-110625034046560236</id><published>2005-01-20T11:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T11:45:40.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psenti sem...live life king size</title><content type='html'>Morning 4.00 A.M : Goto Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30 A.M : Wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.00 A.M : Chai and sam chat at nagar redi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.30 A.M : Visit Campyus placement board and gather campus placement news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30 A.M : Lunch at VKB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.30 P.M : Volley ball / cricket /football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.00 P.M  : Crash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.30 P.M : wake up and take a bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.30 P.M : dinner (winter timings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30 P.M : land in cnot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30 PM : Popcorn and return to bhawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.00 P.M : Lacha about days proceedings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30 a.M : ANC fried maggi and popcorn again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.30 a.M : final meal of the day ( first yearitres)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.00 A.M : Neuron movie download for next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Well I guess every bitsian will have to go through this phase in his bitsian life. It is when you have time and do not know what to do of it. you have friends but you have already discussed every possible topic and still find ways to put ENTHU. When you are suddenly reminded of classes going on in the institute and about the registered project when the prof sends a word through a third yearite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven&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/8534400-110625034046560236?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/110625034046560236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=110625034046560236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110625034046560236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110625034046560236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2005/01/psenti-semlive-life-king-size.html' title='Psenti sem...live life king size'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-110507413095066078</id><published>2005-01-06T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T21:02:10.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home in the middle of a Desert !</title><content type='html'>Finally I'm back blogging ....the difference is ...I'm not sitting in a room full of cabins genterated by partitions with computers all around me...but in a small 9 ft * 13 ft room in the first floor of a fifty year old building ...the room door remains open with the early mroning sunshine making the world a lot brighter and netter place ti live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm back in pilani...and it feels wonderful...although the transition from the streets of bangalore and the high tech buildings to streets of pilani and old buildings...has affected me a bit...i really dont bother about it ....i feel im back to my student life...and the best part in a bitsian ;life my Psenti-Sem...yetserday I was figuring out courses to do this sem...well i took four...OOP, IP, SAPM and one more new course called Global business technology and knowledge sharing ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning I feel as is i have all the time in the world ...but not much to write...but im definitely gonna be bloggin more ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagarji...ek chai plz...and im off &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-110507413095066078?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/110507413095066078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=110507413095066078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110507413095066078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110507413095066078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2005/01/home-in-middle-of-desert.html' title='Home in the middle of a Desert !'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-110432234201678011</id><published>2004-12-29T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T04:19:57.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To help Tsunami relief victims from chennai</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST OF ITEMS NEEDED URGENTLY &amp; CONTACT POINTS IN AND AROUND DELHI&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogPost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Items Needed Urgently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Money&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash donations are a priority as we need money to arrange supplies and&lt;br /&gt;movement, so please call:&lt;br /&gt;Meenakshee at 981800 0409 / Apurva at 9811332259 / Vivek at 9810502319&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheques -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please draw cheques in favor of "Suyam charitable trust A/C NO.&lt;br /&gt;603101272441Â”. The funds will go to the under mentioned NGO with whom&lt;br /&gt;we will be working with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.N.Muthuram &amp;amp; V.Uma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trustees, Suyam Charitable Trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23,Lawyer Chinnathambi Street I Floor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kondithope Chennai - 600 079, Tamilnadu, India. Ph.: 25204822 /&lt;br /&gt;31125905 / 98403 65819&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The donation receipts and along with tax rebate certificates [80(G)]&lt;br /&gt;will be issued by Suyam on the donor's name. Please find attached with&lt;br /&gt;this mail authorization letter allowing us to collect funds on behalf on&lt;br /&gt;Suyam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Volunteers needed urgently for relief work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cartons, Polythene Roles &amp; Duct Tape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Processed &amp;amp; Packed Food items with long Shelf Life like Chocolates, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;	Maggi , Milkmaid, Milk powder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Disposable Gloves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Disposable Masks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Tamil Translators&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Medicines Â– &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)     &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Paracetamol - Cro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)     &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ibuprofen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)     &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cetrizine/Fexofenadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)     &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ciprofloxacin 500mg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)     &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ciprofloxacin + Tinidazole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)     &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Norfloxacin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)     &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Chloroquine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)     &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Domstal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)      &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cough syrups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)  &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Imodium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)  &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; Glucon C / Vitamin C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)  &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Revital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)  &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Multivitamins / Supplements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Supplies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)      &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Savlon / Dettol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)      &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Scissors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)      &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Crape Bandage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)      &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cartons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)      &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Burnol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)      &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Bandages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)      &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cotton Bundle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8)	&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sanitary Pads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9)&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;	Matchboxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;	Candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8534400-110432234201678011?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/110432234201678011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=110432234201678011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110432234201678011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110432234201678011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2004/12/to-help-tsunami-relief-victims-from.html' title='To help Tsunami relief victims from chennai'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-110430509413731787</id><published>2004-12-28T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T23:24:54.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlanta Braves Outfielder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sports.buzznet.com/?id=16586"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/categories5/sports/gallery-1103208506-msg-10147-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:0.8em;margin-bottom:5px"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://sports.buzznet.com/?id=16586"&gt;Atlanta Braves Outfielder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Posted by: &lt;a href="http://maxcap60.buzznet.com/user/profile2.php"&gt;maxcap60&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/8534400-110430509413731787?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/110430509413731787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=110430509413731787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110430509413731787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110430509413731787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2004/12/atlanta-braves-outfielder.html' title='Atlanta Braves Outfielder'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-110422644646901617</id><published>2004-12-28T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:34:06.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My experiences with J*v*</title><content type='html'>In the past few weeks I have been reading lots of poetry thats why maybe I thought I should blog few of them and so I did. There were times in my PS when my mind used to be full of variables and methods and classes and Trees and Tables and Renderers and what not.. A day did not begin without going throught he topics on forum.java.sun.com/forum.jspa?forumid=57&lt;br /&gt;I would look into new issues coming up in Java Swing. Try answering some of them (...although i have'nt got any dukes so far) and try catching up with my own design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today seems different to me. Let me first explain why I came here. Ever since my second yr second sem I was caught in a beautiful world of images called Vision and IP. Did plenty of project work and must say I have done quite a bit of research in the field and have also submitted an international paper. This was May 2004. When I knew I was coming to DaimlerChrysler my happiness knew no bounds. They had an amazing research group. I was all geared to work in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 4th I land at DaimlerChrysler Research and Technology India. Few days later after the rigourous orientation sessions we had..finally the list of projects had been finalised. I find myself in front of a Compaq Machine with Eclipse IDE open. Yes, they had put me into the sofware division on a live project because java developers were the need of the hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dissappointed. But definitely being adaptive, tried to love what i had. But initially I was into testing. Well I know the very word would bring out the yuckiest expressions anyone would have got. Well I felt the same...I was just here physically. But my mind wandered into imagining what a loser I was sitting in front of the Eclipse IDE. But I did not have an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well phase one of the project was over and in phase 2 I was made a dveeloper. Well there is a certain pride in saying it when you have been in a testing team for over two months. Then I started to explore the world of Java. I almost fell in love with it. It is such a beautiful programming languages ever discovered. I should say that James Gosling must be given a nobel prize for it. Well in the year 2004 4.5M developers and 1.5M devices use this technology (thanks to &lt;a href="http://wildevogel.blogspot.com"&gt;Ratish&lt;/a&gt; for the blog site of &lt;a href="http://today.java.net/jag"&gt;James gosling&lt;/a&gt;... :)) ..now thats a whooping number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I always complained that I needed some amount of research involved in the job i do...my Project manager asked me to design a very complex user interface design. He told me that it wasnt easy and it was upto me to get this design working. Well must agree it was a bit tough. But once you get your fuindamentals of Java right..i.e about how java draws its components..what are the methods it uses..what are Trees and Tables and how are they rendered and how are they edited and how to handle events...well if these things are ok then i guess what I did was pretty simple. But what i figured out was that most java developers know little bit about most things but not most thing about one particular thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats my love story with java. Came in as a research guy and go out as a hard core sofware developer. Last two days at DC. I know I've learnt lots...but as i said..Java is an ocean..and ocean where you wont repent if you were drowned. I did'nt ..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-110422644646901617?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/110422644646901617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=110422644646901617' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110422644646901617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110422644646901617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-experiences-with-jv.html' title='My experiences with J*v*'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-110421137653834281</id><published>2004-12-27T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T21:22:56.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inpire me !</title><content type='html'>Even thousand words cannot sometimes inspire a person, but some other times it just requires few....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If you don't go down in history you didn't exist!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To see a world in a grain of sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a heaven in a wild flower,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hold infinity in the palm of your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and eternity in an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;                                                  – William Blake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-110421137653834281?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/110421137653834281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=110421137653834281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110421137653834281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110421137653834281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2004/12/inpire-me.html' title='Inpire me !'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-110352375854942402</id><published>2004-12-19T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T22:22:38.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Image....William Blake...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cruelty has a human heart,&lt;br /&gt;And Jealousy a human face;&lt;br /&gt;Terror the human form divine,&lt;br /&gt;And secrecy the human dress. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The human dress is forged iron,&lt;br /&gt;The human form a fiery forge,&lt;br /&gt;The human face a furnace seal'd,&lt;br /&gt;The human heart its hungry gorge. &lt;/em&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/8534400-110352375854942402?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/110352375854942402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=110352375854942402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110352375854942402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110352375854942402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2004/12/divine-imagewilliam-blake.html' title='Divine Image....William Blake...'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-110319693297549595</id><published>2004-12-16T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T03:35:32.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She walks in beauty...Lord Byron..personal favourites </title><content type='html'>She walks in Beauty, like the night&lt;br /&gt;Of cloudless climes and starry skies;&lt;br /&gt;And all that's best of dark and bright&lt;br /&gt;Meet in her aspect and her eyes:&lt;br /&gt;Thus mellowed to that tender light&lt;br /&gt;Which Heaven to gaudy day denies. &lt;p&gt;One shade the more, one ray the less,&lt;br /&gt;Had half impaired the nameless grace&lt;br /&gt;Which waves in every raven tress,&lt;br /&gt;Or softly lightens o'er her face;&lt;br /&gt;Where thoughts serenely sweet express,&lt;br /&gt;How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. &lt;p&gt;And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,&lt;br /&gt;So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,&lt;br /&gt;The smiles that win, the tints that glow,&lt;br /&gt;But tell of days in goodness spent,&lt;br /&gt;A mind at peace with all below,&lt;br /&gt;A heart whose love is innocent! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-110319693297549595?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/110319693297549595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=110319693297549595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110319693297549595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110319693297549595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2004/12/she-walks-in-beautylord-byronpersonal.html' title='She walks in beauty...Lord Byron..personal favourites '/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-110319674599265855</id><published>2004-12-16T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T03:32:25.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lochinvar...by Sir Walter Scott...personal favourites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh! young Lochinvar is come out of the west,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And save his good broadsword he weapons had none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So faithful in love and so dauntless in war,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He swam the Eske river where ford there was none,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But ere he alighted at Netherby gate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The bride had consented, the gallant came late:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For a laggard in love and a dastard in war&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then spoke the bride’s father, his hand on his sword,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;‘Oh! come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?’ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And now am I come, with this lost love of mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.’ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He took her soft hand ere her mother could bar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;‘Now tread we a measure!’ said young Lochinvar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stately his form, and so lovely her face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That never a hall such a galliard did grace;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While her mother did fret, and her father did fume,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the bride-maidens whispered ‘’Twere better by far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.’ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One touch to her hand and one word in her ear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So light to the saddle before her he sprung!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;‘She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They’ll have fleet steeds that follow,’ quoth young Lochinvar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was mounting ’mong Graemes of the Netherby clan;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fosters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But the lost bride of Netherby ne’er did they see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So daring in love and so dauntless in war,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have ye e’er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-110319674599265855?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/110319674599265855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=110319674599265855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110319674599265855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110319674599265855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2004/12/lochinvarby-sir-walter-scottpersonal.html' title='Lochinvar...by Sir Walter Scott...personal favourites'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-110319624194032712</id><published>2004-12-16T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T03:24:01.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejoice in the lamb...Christopher Smart</title><content type='html'> ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cat"&gt;For I will consider my cat Jeoffry.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For he is the servant of the living God.&lt;br /&gt;Duly and daily serving him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For at the first glance&lt;br /&gt;Of the glory of God in the East&lt;br /&gt;He worships in his way.&lt;br /&gt;For this is done by wreathing his body&lt;br /&gt;Seven times round with elegant quickness.&lt;br /&gt;For he knows that God is his saviour.&lt;br /&gt;For God has bless'd him&lt;br /&gt;In the variety of his movements.&lt;br /&gt;For there is nothing sweeter&lt;br /&gt;Than his peace when at rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am possessed of a cat,&lt;br /&gt;Surpassing in beauty,&lt;br /&gt;From whom I take occasion&lt;br /&gt;To bless Almighty God.&lt;br /&gt;For the Mouse is a creature&lt;br /&gt;Of great personal valour.&lt;br /&gt;For this is a true case--&lt;br /&gt;Cat takes female mouse,&lt;br /&gt;Male mouse will not depart,&lt;br /&gt;but stands threat'ning and daring.&lt;br /&gt;If you will let her go,&lt;br /&gt;I will engage you,&lt;br /&gt;As prodigious a creature as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Mouse is a creature&lt;br /&gt;Of great personal valour.&lt;br /&gt;For the Mouse is of&lt;br /&gt;An hospitable disposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the flowers are great blessings.&lt;br /&gt;For the flowers are great blessings.&lt;br /&gt;For the flowers have their angels,&lt;br /&gt;Even the words of God's creation.&lt;br /&gt;For the flower glorifies God&lt;br /&gt;And the root parries the adversary.&lt;br /&gt;For there is a language of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;For the flowers are peculiarly&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For H is a spirit&lt;br /&gt;And therefore he is God.&lt;br /&gt;For K is king&lt;br /&gt;And therefore he is God.&lt;br /&gt;For L is love&lt;br /&gt;And therefore he is God.&lt;br /&gt;For M is musick&lt;br /&gt;And therefore he is God.&lt;br /&gt;And therefore he is God.&lt;br /&gt;For the instruments are by their rhimes,&lt;br /&gt;For the shawm rhimes&lt;br /&gt;are lawn fawn and the like.&lt;br /&gt;For the shawm rhimes&lt;br /&gt;are moon boon and the like.&lt;br /&gt;For the harp rhimes&lt;br /&gt;are sing ring and the like.&lt;br /&gt;For the harp rhimes&lt;br /&gt;are ring string and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the cymbal rhimes&lt;br /&gt;are bell well and the like.&lt;br /&gt;For the cymbal rhimes&lt;br /&gt;are toll soul and the like.&lt;br /&gt;For the flute rhimes&lt;br /&gt;are tooth youth and the like.&lt;br /&gt;For the flute rhimes&lt;br /&gt; are suit mute and the like.&lt;br /&gt;For the bassoon rhimes&lt;br /&gt;are pass class and the like.&lt;br /&gt;For the dulcimer rhimes&lt;br /&gt;are grace place and the like.&lt;br /&gt;For the clarinet rhimes&lt;br /&gt;are clean seen and the like.&lt;br /&gt;For the trumpet rhimes&lt;br /&gt;are sound bound and the like.&lt;br /&gt;For the trumpet of God&lt;br /&gt;is a blessed intelligence&lt;br /&gt;And so are all the instruments in Heav'n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God the Father Almighty plays upon the harp&lt;br /&gt;Of stupendous magnitude and melody.&lt;br /&gt;For at that time malignity ceases&lt;br /&gt;And the devils themselves are at peace.&lt;br /&gt;For this time is perceptible to man&lt;br /&gt;By a remarkable stillness and serenity of soul.&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/8534400-110319624194032712?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/110319624194032712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=110319624194032712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110319624194032712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110319624194032712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2004/12/rejoice-in-lambchristopher-smart.html' title='Rejoice in the lamb...Christopher Smart'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-110259962558319330</id><published>2004-12-09T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T05:40:25.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;" ...love has to be so,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;involving and general,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;particular and terrifying,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;honoured and yet in mourning,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;flowering like the stars,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and measureless as a kiss." - Pablo Neruda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Celia: "Oh Charles?a woman needs certain things. She needs to be loved, wanted, cherished, sought after, wooed, flattered, cosseted, pampered. She needs sympathy, affection, devotion, understanding, tenderness, infatuation, adulation, idolatry?that isn't much to ask, is it Charles?" ?[Barry Took and Marty Feldman, Round the Horne, BBC Radio, 1966] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus love can make us disregard most defects and deficiencies?even when, as Shakespeare said, we may still be aware that we?re seeing them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHEN my love swears that she is made of truth, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do believe her, though I know she lies, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That she might think me some untutor'd youth, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unskilful in the world's false forgeries. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although I know my years be past the best, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I smiling credit her false-speaking tongue, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outfacing faults in love with love's ill rest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; But wherefore says my love that she is young? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And wherefore say not I that I am old? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O, love's best habit is a soothing tongue, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And age, in love, loves not to have years told. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Therefore I'll lie with love, and love with me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since that our faults in love thus smother'd be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We similarly deceive ourselves not only in our personal lives but also in realms of abstract ideas. Listen to Richard Feynman?s words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That was the beginning and the idea seemed so obvious to me that I fell deeply in love with it. And, like falling in love with a woman, it is only possible if you don't know too much about her, so you cannot see her faults. The faults will become apparent later, but after the love is strong enough to hold you to her. So, I was held to this theory, in spite of all the difficulties, by my youthful enthusiasm."? 1966 Nobel Prize lecture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love thyself"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                   -thats me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/8534400-110259962558319330?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/110259962558319330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=110259962558319330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110259962558319330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110259962558319330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2004/12/all-about-love.html' title='All About Love....'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-110258704191295540</id><published>2004-12-09T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T02:10:41.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Point Someone</title><content type='html'>Finally I found the patience and the time to read a book. Having read it I thought why not write a review.  And here it goes...five point someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the name and the byline suggests, it was a story if three friends at IIT. From the word go the book has attitude written all over it. The book speaks of three friends Alok, Ryan and Hari(the author) who have different backgrounds and have walked through the gates of IIT after having clearing one of the most toughest entrance examinations in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the very first page the author conveys a clear message to his friends who would be in some corner of the globe that its his version of the story and if they have anything to say they might as well pen down their versions. One interesting characted that I was particularly impressed int his book was that of Ryan ..the cool dude. He was a guy who was this typical boarding school product and had been away from his parents for most of his life. He was tall, smart and of course handsome. It was a perfect display of guts when he breaks a coke bottle and threatens to stab the senior if he doesnt go out of his room during freshers. His character is an intense one if you get into the intricacies mentioned in the book. It shows that since his parents put him in a boarding school he started hating them. He never used to reply to any of their letters. For him friends were everything. He could do anything for them...from taking Alok's dad to the hospital at night even after he stopped speaking to alok for over an year...to mixing vodka and rolling joints. He knew how to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan displays an amazing sense of creativity when he questions his mech prof about a bench press being a machine and still does not make workout easy. His heights of craziness can be seen when he makes a radio during their final lab practicals with the components given for their experiment...and alos when he suggests that hari take a few shots of vodka befiore he goes for his viva as it may dissolve the fear of speaking...to stealing the final mech paper from prof. cherians room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he just rocks. And there is also this amazing story of hari and neha. Neha..wondering who...she is hari's princess and prof.cherian's daughter. Wow what a way to greet her happy bday in the middle of the night. These guys help hari jump into her room through her terrace without getting caught and hari gives her a rose. Great idea hun....guess who's?..of course Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over all the book was fun to read...and since I am also staying in a hostel in my college i was able to relate to the book....great piece of work...although some people felt the ending was bad...well i dunno i felt it was normal...and it had to be normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-110258704191295540?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/110258704191295540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=110258704191295540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110258704191295540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110258704191295540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2004/12/five-point-someone.html' title='Five Point Someone'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-110196749854933452</id><published>2004-12-01T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T22:04:58.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny but interesting ...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onjava.com/pub/a/onjava/2003/08/27/cocktails.html"&gt;How to Talk About Jini, J2EE, and Web Services at a Cocktail Party&lt;/a&gt; by Kathy Sierra and Bert Bates -- Heard about distributed technologies for Java, but not sure what they are or why they're important? Kathy Sierra and Bert Bates, authors of Head First Java, present this cocktail-party overview. Hold your own in conversation with Java geeks now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-110196749854933452?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/110196749854933452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=110196749854933452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110196749854933452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110196749854933452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2004/12/funny-but-interesting.html' title='Funny but interesting ...!'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-110173539045671175</id><published>2004-11-29T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T05:36:30.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reach out to the stars...is somebody stopping you?</title><content type='html'>He was an innocent kid uncorrupted by the forces of evil existing on planet earth. His mind was pure and his actions had no motive. Every night lying down on the terrace of his apartment he would gaze at the sky. Gaze at them with a sparkle in his eyes, with a hope that one day, he would be able to reach to them.His mother told him that above all existed god and every time he gazed at the sky it would be with the intention of meeting god. He was fascinated by nature. He loved to watch the water droplets fall from the sky when it rained. Nature gave rise to doubts in the mind of this innocent child. Questions remained unanswered in his mind.Years passed by and he did all routines as a normal boy of his age would do. Innocence had left long ago. He knew what the world was and what was needed to survive. He admired beauty. He developed a passion for knowing more people. He was very outspoken. He made lot of friends. He started becoming responsible. And then developed an urge in him to achieve, a desire to conquer the world, a fire in him that refused to cease. He could not stand defeat. He could not forget an injury caused to him and saw to it that the person who had injured him has been injured in return. He was the most caring person for those who cared for him. His thoughts were far beyond the imagination of his friends. He was a brilliant student.He loved thinking about serious things in life. He paid attention to the intricacies of life. His mind was muddled with thoughts about life and people. He admired beauty in its every form and felt that beauty was at its best in a woman. In his quest for beauty, he met a girl whom he thought had something for him. He felt a magnetic attraction towards her. He knew he had a challenge ahead. And without much effort he won her heart. He felt being on the top of the world. He felt as though he had reached the stars he used to gaze years back. They spent lots of time together getting to know each other well. Shared their common thoughts, argued over uncommon ones and became good friends. In the process he always had a question. Where was he heading? Was this his dream? He had no answer. But he always felt that he wasn't happy with the relationship.Time passed by as it wouldn't stop. Slowly he realized the change in him. Changed for the better? he had no answer. He felt as if he has drowned deep into an ocean of water. He felt lonely. He felt like talking to someone, he couldn't. He wanted to break away from the confusion, he couldn't. He wanted to escape from the world, he couldn't. Was it her? he had no answer. He felt as if the biting cold water deep under the ocean had frozen him and his brain to death.He decided that he has more to offer to the world than to the girl. So he broke up with her. They parted as friends and he is still in touch with her.His life had a new beginning. He felt as though he was reborn. He had new ambitions, new ideas, and the vitality in him to achieve them. He rediscovered the fire that had been suppressed in him for long. He had the drive and the motivation. He could see success in front of his eyes. He saw a new ray of hope that came out of his self-realization.That day he went upto the terrace of his apartment, looked up at the stars and said "Run away! For I shall reach you and bring you down to earth. Success is mine and I shall have it. "That was the last he saw of the stars, for he realized that success is about satisfaction of one's self. And he was satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-110173539045671175?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/110173539045671175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=110173539045671175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110173539045671175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110173539045671175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2004/11/reach-out-to-starsis-somebody-stopping.html' title='Reach out to the stars...is somebody stopping you?'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-110128465324767978</id><published>2004-11-24T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T00:24:13.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how business is done !</title><content type='html'>Laloo Prasad Yadav talks to his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laloo: I want you to marry a girl of my choice&lt;br /&gt;Son : "I want to choose my own bride".&lt;br /&gt;Laloo : "But the girl is Ambani's daughter."&lt;br /&gt;Son : "Well, in that case...... Yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Laloo approaches Mukesh Ambani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laloo : "I have a husband for your daughter."&lt;br /&gt;Ambani : "But my daughter is too young to marry."&lt;br /&gt;Laloo : "But this young man is a vice-president of the World Bank."&lt;br /&gt;Ambani : "Ah, in that case.....Yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Laloo goes to see the president of the World Bank.&lt;br /&gt;Laloo : "I have a young man to be recommended as a vice-president."&lt;br /&gt;President :"But I already have more vice-presidents than I need."&lt;br /&gt;Laloo : "But this young man is Ambani's son-in-law."&lt;br /&gt;President : "Ah, in that case.......Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how business is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-110128465324767978?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/110128465324767978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=110128465324767978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110128465324767978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110128465324767978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-is-how-business-is-done.html' title='This is how business is done !'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-110120432856513757</id><published>2004-11-23T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T22:54:09.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAT gone to the dogs...</title><content type='html'>Four months ago, listening to a B-School Grad who had been paid to let us know of the pros and cons of doing an MBA from the IIMs, made me think whether I should go in for an MBA. He was successful in convincing me that it is worth giving a shot at CAT which is considered to be one of the toughest management entrance exams in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There began a journey....a journey of compromises, time management, regularity in classes, continuous revision..a journey which made me dream. Dream of all the things beautiful and bright that these small compromises in life could bring. The dream also carried with it a nightmare...a nightmare of uncertainity..a nightmare of competing with 150,000 students..and most of all a nightmare of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything about CAT is uncertain", said another tutor who was handling a workshop on strategies for CAT. How uncertain is the question. I did not believe him until the morning of 21st Nov 2004, when I was sitting in a classroom filled with dreamers like me, and the CAT paper was distributed. Uncertainity was as uncertain as uncertainity could be. The whole pattern had changed. Less number of questions, increased complexity, uncertain negative marking,...you name it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I stepped out of the hall I knew I had lost it. It was a bad feeling. I felt like I'm in the middle of no where. I felt like a loser. I have never felt so bad in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me two whole days to recover form the shock. I have recovered and am a better person now. It was told world over that CAT 2004 was tough. I was'nt bothered. Somebody told me the solutions were out ...I didnt bother. Two days later ....48 hrs of solitude ...Im feeling betterand I'm a stronger person ..I know how to handle failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As somebody had rightly said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;The future belongs to those who believe&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;in the beauty of their dreams&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAT 2005 ...I'm back &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-110120432856513757?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/110120432856513757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=110120432856513757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110120432856513757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/110120432856513757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2004/11/cat-gone-to-dogs.html' title='CAT gone to the dogs...'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-109973932368215095</id><published>2004-11-06T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T22:53:55.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it time to bell the CAT ?</title><content type='html'>Its november and its time for every individual (I'm sure there are more than fifty thousand of them) to take the most coveted management entrance test in India....Common Addmission Test(CAT). A dream for most graduates to get a boost in their career or so to say to earn a few lakhs more. Is it really worth it? Lets see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After your graduate studies , the urge to add another tag behing their names for the sake of...money...marriage..career..god knows, makes a person's life so confused ( i am not an exception). Confusion began in June when those institutes with their flashy ads and attractive statistics wanted me to enrol myself into one of their programs. All those marketing brains sitting in the AC rooms in offices of these institutes literally sweat it out to get people in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited the office of a a very popular institute. There was a lady who asked me to take seat and wait till the previous guy fell for her trap. I was looking around the place and saw a magazine rack full of business magazines. I just picked up one of them to while away time. Was reading through it...till the moment she gave a sweet smile. She smiled as if she saw a 12 thoudand rupee demand draft stuck on my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She first enquired about my background and the course I would like to enrol myself into and stuff like that. She was pretty smart to pass on a form for me to fill up my contact details. I spoke to her for about an hour and at the end of my discussion she had convinced me that in four months from now I would be entering the gates of the top Business schools in India with an admission letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed pretty simple in the beginning. All you have to study is Class ten mathematics and a good knowledge of verbal and analytical skills. "Is it all that simple ?" I asked myself but let the next four months answer this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my regular dose of class room coaching and study materials which ideally you are supposed ot do at home. Well I really felt like asking myself do you really wanna do it? I didnt have an answer as future was as uncertain as uncertainity could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured out that I had to battle it out against 2.5 lakh other people for the most coveted 1000 seats in the IIMs...What does an IIM give you....brand name...money...lifestyle...well although there is nothing more you could ask for in life...does it give you self satisfaction? does it do justice to the four years of Bachelor of Engineering honours in electrical and electronics from BITS pilani.....? Well form what I could see most people who choiose to do their MBA from the IIMs sacrifice their graduate degree and end up doing financial analysis and marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am not saying an MBA does not help you. well it does. If money and lifestyle are the only things that you want from an MBA from the IIMs...then there are hazaar ways of getting it....and MBA is not your destination. And what criteria are you tested on to enter into one of the top B schools in india...Simple math and English..and a GD and Personal interview...well thats not enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in class there was an instructor...himself an IIM -A Grad(pretty proud at that)...who put up a question to the students..."Why do you wanna do an MBA?"...not a soul had an answer..."Whats do u wanna do after you do ur MBA?"....same silence...well that moment...I realized a truth...I am working towards an aimless future....I am studying for an examination that would get me an admission into an IIM...but why do i wanna do it?...or what do I wanna do after that?...I seriously didnt have an idea. That was the time when I realised that 99% of the 2.5 lakh fools in this country had no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a person who wishes to be a future leader...a person who wishes to transform the existing Indian society into an economically sustained developed country through entrepreneurial activity ...a person who has a dream in his mind...a vision...a person who would make india's name shine in the top conglomerates in the world...and one who is a wild animal will be tamed by the education at IIMs....his dream will take shape...he will gain a new perspective to achieve...that should be the kind of person applying for an MBA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have realized I have started to dream...dream about what I want to do...whether or not I wanna do an MBA...and well honestly speaking I hope this self realization matures into a beautiful dream.&lt;br /&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/8534400-109973932368215095?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/109973932368215095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=109973932368215095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/109973932368215095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/109973932368215095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2004/11/is-it-time-to-bell-cat.html' title='Is it time to bell the CAT ?'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-109723081057002293</id><published>2004-10-08T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T22:53:43.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Asthma in....</title><content type='html'>yesterday evening when a truck went past me blowing every single speck of dust on the road onto my face, i knew....Asthma had to come soon...It didnt take tong before I had my first series of coughs...well i felt as though my lungs were dancing at satan's tunes...satan was happy...I knew nothing about what was happening to me...and what should be done...Apprehensions in my mind about consulting a doctor...the fear of him finding out my problems..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and tried having something warm for my throat...i knew i had an asthme attack...and i did not have an inhaler...or rather havent used it so far..one of my friends said..try this..and u'llm be alright....the way a baba would offer dope to a guy who is craving for ecstacy...i took it from him...and he taught me how to use it...it was called asthalin...i took one puff of it...and my cough ceased..and I was feeling better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day one of my friends told me to take another inhaler caller aerocort...im yet to try it...well humans are'nt only addicted to drugs...they are also to medicines...especially...nothing can save a dying asthmatics life more than a puff of Salbutamol...&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/8534400-109723081057002293?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/109723081057002293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=109723081057002293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/109723081057002293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/109723081057002293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2004/10/well-asthma-in.html' title='Well Asthma in....'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-109715840271539982</id><published>2004-10-07T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T22:53:26.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Block...sometimes i feel like killing myself !</title><content type='html'>Well inspired by my favourite senior, I started blogging. Everytime I think of wrinting a blog, I end up in void space. Even this time I guess this is the fourth line I'm typing in a span of 20 minutes. Well, thats the block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I start writing, the very first thing that sucks up my time is the Title, or rather the subject of my blog. I dream about writing about my favourite topics like music that would trancend me from reality, how individual pieces of noise would combine to produce ethereal music, how I dream of cooking, my fantasies in the wee hours of midnight, my experiences in a remote village in Rajasthan called pilani, my treks, my travelling adventures, my idea of beauty, the thoughts in solitude, brain waves in romance, the conflicts in my mind, the BIG question on my future, my passions in life, the percieving the world through a pair of lenses, birdwatching (a great salim ali fan...?), my love for liquor, et al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I'm caught in an ocean of topics where I struggle to choose one. And then when I'm done (Its almost an hour), I start typing. Then comes the guy who would rather kill me than stay with me...Mr. Block again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I decided I give a tribute to Mr. Block...and hence the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of this blog I think now I know what to write and how to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mr. Block...Defeating you was a great challenge.&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/8534400-109715840271539982?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/109715840271539982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=109715840271539982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/109715840271539982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/109715840271539982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2004/10/blocksometimes-i-feel-like-killing.html' title='Block...sometimes i feel like killing myself !'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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-8534400.post-109653597233033364</id><published>2004-09-30T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T22:52:52.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Bang in bangalore</title><content type='html'>Its been three months here in bangalore. It is a wonderful place and the climate is awesome throughout the year. Come weekend and all party animals are out on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask anyone from Bangalore what they think about this city, and in all probability, the answer will be "the best city in the world". Everyone has a different reason to love this city, which leads India in technological and cultural development. Today it is the fastest growing city in Asia with a burgeoning population of nearly four million. It is a city for all seasons. Come any time of the year - Bangalore is beautiful. Take a stroll in evergreen Cubbon Park spread over an area of 500 acres dominated by the imposing granite building, the Vidhan Saudha, the public library, a childrens park and an aquarium are located here. Adjoining it are the government museum and the industrial and technological museum. Or take a leisurely walk around the Lal Bagh the 250-acre botanical gardens laid out by Hyder Ali and Tipu. Sultan over 200 years ago. Here a magnificent Victorian style glass house where flower shows are held twice a year, August and January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uniqueness of Bangalore can be attributed to the open minded progressive nature of its citizens. It is a true melting pot of different people, cultures, and languages. Bangalore is probably the only city in India in which you will hear Kannada spoken as much as Tamil or Telugu or Hindi. The city is also home to some of the most high tech industries in India. As a result of its cosmopolitan nature, Bangalore attracts people from all over India and is among the fastest growing cities in Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangalore has a moderate climate throughout the year due to its elevation (1000m). It is also blessed with a large number of lakes and parks within the city. The nature loving citizens have planted many trees along the roads which has enabled the city to maintain its green looks despite its rapid expansion. Bangalore is therefore aptly called the "Garden City."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been three months and I've loved every moment spent here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534400-109653597233033364?l=srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/feeds/109653597233033364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534400&amp;postID=109653597233033364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/109653597233033364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534400/posts/default/109653597233033364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinathnagarajan.blogspot.com/2004/09/big-bang-in-bangalore.html' title='The Big Bang in bangalore'/><author><name>Srinath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08979821679204313391</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></feed>
