<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380</id><updated>2009-12-04T07:55:35.634+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The world from my eyes</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is the storehouse of all what I think.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Ayus Kumar Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380.post-6271552325632564437</id><published>2009-09-13T18:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:55:42.478+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My friend's wedding</title><content type='html'>My Friends wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I attended the marriage reception of one of my very close friend. I could not attend her marriage ceremony as it was in a far off city. Frankly, even if it would have been in city near to me, I doubt if I would have attended it. You know, its so boring all those marriage rituals…. I would not have been able to talk to her( that is my friend) as she would be busy in her marriage. And I don’t know anyone else in her family. Just imagine, what I would have done if I would have attended the marriage. Just sit on a chair and watch her getting married. What a bore thing to do…thank god, it was in a far off city; at least I got an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, I am very happy for her. She has got a very good husband, who would keep her happy. (Not just wishful thinking….sincerely prays for it.) Sitting on a chair and watching her on the stage with her husband brought back all the memories of those 4 months, when we were together at the Infosys training at Mysore, almost 4 years back. Till date, those 4 months are among the best moment of my life. I made some good friends there, some of who are still among my best friends. We ate together, studied together, had fun together. Those late nights sitting with friends on the benches….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost after 4 years that I saw her…. But she looked the same to me. ….may be a bit of put up of weight…..but dressed in a bridal dress with all those heavy jewellery ( god knows  how the girls bear with those), she was looking very beautiful…..  her husband is really lucky to have her as a wife. They make a very good couple…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here again, I was lonely…. She was surrounded by her relatives, in laws, and other well wishers. Could not talk to her much…there were many things to talk….but seems it wil have to wait….so just sat again on that stupid chair, waiting for another of my friend who was supposed to come for the reception…. Why do these girls take so much of time…. She came after I had warmed the seat for more than 2 hours….cant complain much….she is well within her norm of 3 hour late…and who wants to complain, when she is the only company I can hope to get there….( frankly, no good girls in the crowd…weren’t they informed that I have agreed to attend the reception..???)…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375788230806288380-6271552325632564437?l=ayusmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6271552325632564437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375788230806288380&amp;postID=6271552325632564437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/6271552325632564437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/6271552325632564437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-friends-wedding.html' title='My friend&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>Ayus Kumar Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06635347743037832639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380.post-5755945807518248632</id><published>2009-09-13T18:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:54:42.115+05:30</updated><title type='text'>10 things i would like to do before i die</title><content type='html'>This is the list of things that I can think of that I would like to do before I die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go for a world tour…preferably on a yatch…&lt;br /&gt;2. Own a Mercedes.&lt;br /&gt;3. See my name on the newspaper/TV for some good reason.&lt;br /&gt;4. Fulfill all the wishes and desires of my parent.&lt;br /&gt;5. Learn and play guitar.&lt;br /&gt;6. Learn swimming &lt;br /&gt;7. Go for a exotic spa massage&lt;br /&gt;8. Earn enough of money so that my children don’t need to worry&lt;br /&gt;9. Take my parents to all the places they want to visit.&lt;br /&gt;10. Make my dear friend understand how much I care for her.&lt;br /&gt;11. Spend some quality time with my dearest friend.&lt;br /&gt;12. Do something good to someone whom I don’t know which would make his life better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375788230806288380-5755945807518248632?l=ayusmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5755945807518248632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375788230806288380&amp;postID=5755945807518248632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/5755945807518248632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/5755945807518248632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/2009/09/10-things-i-would-like-to-do-before-i.html' title='10 things i would like to do before i die'/><author><name>Ayus Kumar Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06635347743037832639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380.post-493090977835950540</id><published>2009-09-13T18:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:54:12.318+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Parents....</title><content type='html'>I love you mummy &amp; papa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I watched the special episode of Sa re ga ma…it was a parents special.. where the contestants sang the song dedicating to their parents. There were many touchy songs…with senti moments…children sharing their experience…parent sharing their love for their kids…and seeing all these made my eyes moist…but unlike the past instance, it was the tears of happiness….happiness for my parents…and thanks to the God for giving me such a caring and lovely parent. Watching the episode, all the memories o ftime spent with them were flasing in fornt of my eyes… their struggle, their love, never once denying anything to me…. I don’t remember the single moment when my mother had scolded me or father had even showed his eyes in anger to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am here in Hyderabad….miles away from them…..making my career….but I miss them a lot..i may not show my emotion to them… I may not have ever said to them…but I care a lot for them…I respect them…&lt;br /&gt;I have many plans for them…I want to take them for a tour around the world….In the course of taking care of family, they have sacrificed many worldly desires of their… but have never once complained about it…I promise that I will fulfill all of them…its my promise to you mummy…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375788230806288380-493090977835950540?l=ayusmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/feeds/493090977835950540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375788230806288380&amp;postID=493090977835950540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/493090977835950540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/493090977835950540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/2009/09/parents.html' title='Parents....'/><author><name>Ayus Kumar Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06635347743037832639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380.post-718831016594937639</id><published>2009-09-13T18:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:49:45.072+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Whats happeining to me</title><content type='html'>Don’t know what is happening to me…feeling nostalgic….feeling like crying…feeling lonely…as if there is no one for me….dont know why…everything is here…frnds….money…tv…then why I am feeling so low….have already cried some days back…then how come so much tears are there in my eyes…have never cried so much in my life that I have cried in the past 2 months…don’t know why…there is no reason for me to cry…now I am crying even for small things…watching movies…some senti scene comes, I feel a bump in my throat…felt like crying when I went for friend’s marriage reception…should have been the opposite…I should have been happy..watched love aaj kal…felt like crying for most of the part of the film..esp the last part……&lt;br /&gt;God knows what is happening to me….Can somebody please help me……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375788230806288380-718831016594937639?l=ayusmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/feeds/718831016594937639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375788230806288380&amp;postID=718831016594937639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/718831016594937639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/718831016594937639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-happeining-to-me.html' title='Whats happeining to me'/><author><name>Ayus Kumar Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06635347743037832639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380.post-584175574708801207</id><published>2009-09-13T18:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:44:44.753+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am Back</title><content type='html'>So.. after a long break, I am back in the world of blogging..&lt;br /&gt;I had been writing blogs in laptop but could not upload it..&lt;br /&gt;SO will upload some of the blogs written so far...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375788230806288380-584175574708801207?l=ayusmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/feeds/584175574708801207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375788230806288380&amp;postID=584175574708801207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/584175574708801207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/584175574708801207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-back.html' title='I am Back'/><author><name>Ayus Kumar Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06635347743037832639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380.post-379520562092529373</id><published>2009-01-30T13:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:12:39.046+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What is Friendship.....A honest view..</title><content type='html'>This is a post by one of my friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship.. a Word which everyone of us has heard of. We all have many Friends in our life. At every phase of life we make friends.&lt;br /&gt;When we take birth and learn to walk and talk then we have friends of our age in our neighbor. In most cases our siblings are our friends. Then we go to school and there we make many friends. We count and compare with our other friends as to who has maximum number of friends. We feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly as we grow we further make friends, some of our old friends are left behind and some remain with us. This process continues as we continue our journey and by the time where I am i.e. doing about to finish my PG course, end my classroom study life I have many friends right from childhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now a question comes to my mind as to Who are FRIENDS???? What is FREINDSHIP????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice question but with not just one reply. The answer is very subjective. &lt;br /&gt;For some people it is a great bond that can never be broken, for them friends are everything. For some as people say it is like a chewing gum, chew it and throw it (I don’t at all like this definition, but sometimes it is a fact).&lt;br /&gt;No doubt friendship has many definitions which changes with our relation we share with various people around us. With some we are in close contact, with some we are in a formal contact that is alive till the time we are together at the work place. &lt;br /&gt;But this is life…..&lt;br /&gt;At times we consider someone as a very good friend, but the other person does not and this might be hurting also. &lt;br /&gt;Here I would like to say that friendship is a matter of feelings and this feeling should be absolutely unconditional. &lt;br /&gt;“Fate decides our Relatives and we Decide our Friends”. Relations may be conditional but friendship; it should be unconditional and like a free bird with no restrictions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence in end I would like to say that try to have atleast one friend who is there with you to guide you, to help you, to give you a shoulder when you want to cry and bring a smile on your face, to be in times of joy and…. And…..Simply be there for you!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375788230806288380-379520562092529373?l=ayusmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/feeds/379520562092529373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375788230806288380&amp;postID=379520562092529373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/379520562092529373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/379520562092529373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-friendshipa-honest-view.html' title='What is Friendship.....A honest view..'/><author><name>Ayus Kumar Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06635347743037832639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380.post-4706328905912110654</id><published>2008-10-09T21:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:56:15.554+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some memorable moments of my life</title><content type='html'>"Life is not how many moments we live. Its how much you live in each moments."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been many moments in my life which are memorable and am sure that I will not forget them for the rest of my life. Below are some of them. They are not in any particular order or ranking. Just writing them as I remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Getting selected for Infosys( 2004)&lt;/span&gt;. Getting selected during the college placement has a distinct felling. A sense of achievement, pride, and full of confidence. Especially when the company's name is "Infosys".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Getting selected for MBA( 2007).&lt;/span&gt; Doing MBA was my ambition from the Engineering days. And getting selected to a high ranking college was an added bonus. More than me, I could see the happiness and pride on my parents face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. KSHITIJ(2003-05)&lt;/span&gt; . This was like a baby for me. It was the first national level event that I along with my friends organized in the college. Right from planning it with Ashwini to looking after all the areas till the conclusion. It was a hectic but memorable moment of my life. And it was here that I made a friend who over the time has become one of mine best friend. I know she will read this post one day and feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. My first profit in Shares&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing can beat the sweet smell of money. Over the years, I have made a lot of money in stock market. But I still remember the first profit that I booked on mine small investment. However small it may seem, It holds the same place that is reserved for the "first salary".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. My first(and only) surprise Birthday party( 2008)&lt;/span&gt;. Its always good to know that there are some people who care for you and can go that extra mile to make your day. &lt;br /&gt;And what a memorable day that was!!. Thanks you guys(and gals !! )...i love you all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. Time spend at Mysore. (2005-06)&lt;/span&gt;. The 4 months that I spent in Infosys Mysore campus for training will always remain the best time spent apart from the home. I made some life long friend there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. 22-23 December, 2007&lt;/span&gt;. These days will remain in my memory forever. It was the time spent with my best friend and I will cherish every moment of it. It was on that day that I realized what a friendship means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375788230806288380-4706328905912110654?l=ayusmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4706328905912110654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375788230806288380&amp;postID=4706328905912110654&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/4706328905912110654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/4706328905912110654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-memorable-moments-of-my-life.html' title='Some memorable moments of my life'/><author><name>Ayus Kumar Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06635347743037832639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380.post-517490769300911486</id><published>2008-09-21T13:20:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:12:01.030+05:30</updated><title type='text'>“For you, a thousand times over”</title><content type='html'>Its very seldom that I feel like writing a book review despite claiming myself a voracious reader. But ever since I read this book, I feel that I will be doing an injustice if I don't write few words for this "great" book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book I am talking about is "the Kite Runner" by Khaled Hosseini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very often, the writer starts writing an autobiography or a biography but ends up with nothing more than personal thoughts. He just enforces his beliefs, most of which are "correct" and never tries to show his negative aspect. But this is not the case with this book.&lt;br /&gt;This is a story of Aamir and his constant 'guilt'. Written in the backdrop of changing environment of Afghanistan, it shows how the once beautiful and lively country went transformed to almost a "hell". But these are just the subplots, even thought they are central to the story. As I said, this is mainly the story of Aamir and his "guilt".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aamir is a well to to boy, and has a servant cum companion Hassan. Hassan is totally devoted to Aamir and is willing to give his life for Aamir at the drop of hat. He is the one who serves him food in the morning, plays with him and is excited when Aamir reads story to him. And despite Aamir making fun of him for his lack of education, he is grateful to him. But whole thing changes on that dreadful kite championship day, which although Aamir wins, but looses his self respect as he betrays Hassan. And this act of his haunts him till the very end. How he lives with this guilt and how he amends for it, forms the rest of the story. In between, is the story of his father's past, his own love life and the frighting picture of Taliban. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reason for the book’s popularity is due to livid description of situation in Afghanistan, and the story has very beautifully given a snapshot of the disaster that has taken place over two decades. But it’s a story about people. The story is about human feelings, its about his short comings. The story shows how we can become very weak when we are expected to be brave and stand for our loved ones. And how the same person can withstand the might of the world just to undo his wrong deeds. It very delicately introduces us to the mind of  Aamir at various points of his life. As a child, as a friend, master to a servant, child longing for his fathers attention and affection, an achiever, a looser, a lover, a fighter, a coward, person frightened to death, a person determined to achieve, etc. And all these attributes have been so skillfully portrayed, that we can compare ourself with Aamir at one point or the other. I for myself could find many instances where I had the same feelings as that of Aamir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about the title of this post. This line have been repeated may be 2-3 times in the book. But from the very first time it was said to the very last time, which is also the last line of the book, it remain in the mind of the reader. And it is strange because it is not even a complete sentence. But the sheer force of this line tells a lot. It speaks of loyalty, love, affection,trust,and whatever good you can think of. It also speaks of the pain. The pain of neglect, the pain of belongingness, the pain of want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would recommend this book to anyone who has a liking for a bit of drama, bit of action but basically is interested in reading a quality book. A book which rips open the human mind. Be prepared to feel sad, angry and be open to interpretation. I am still to decide what would I have done had I been in Aamir place?. Or for that matter, in Hassan place on the "Kite championship day" ?,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375788230806288380-517490769300911486?l=ayusmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/feeds/517490769300911486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375788230806288380&amp;postID=517490769300911486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/517490769300911486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/517490769300911486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-you-thousand-times-over.html' title='“For you, a thousand times over”'/><author><name>Ayus Kumar Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06635347743037832639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380.post-560493010557572356</id><published>2008-07-27T19:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:22:11.446+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lonely again</title><content type='html'>I don't know whats happening to me. Am I going through some depression ?. I don't think so. Then why is it that I am feeling sad today...Infact very sad...and the strange thing is that not a drop of tear has fallen. Has the god made men this way, or had my tears abandoned me ?. The last time I felt so, one of my good friend has given me words of encouragement. I don't know if I am still eligible for that also. May be God is testing me..Putting me through the stress test to find out how strong I am. Oh god, I pray....DONT put me through this. I may not pass. &lt;br /&gt;Had a blast here in Ahmadabad yesterday and the parents were worried. Me missing home....my parents. Even watched K3G movie...May sound strange as have exams from tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...cant write more now..got to study..though will be very difficult to do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375788230806288380-560493010557572356?l=ayusmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/feeds/560493010557572356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375788230806288380&amp;postID=560493010557572356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/560493010557572356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/560493010557572356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/2008/07/lonely-again.html' title='Lonely again'/><author><name>Ayus Kumar Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06635347743037832639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380.post-8596477241596223538</id><published>2008-07-23T23:42:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-24T00:48:38.729+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The mystry called "FE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Disclaimer &lt;/span&gt;: The owner of this blog bears no responsibility for this post here. The opinions expressed are the personal feeling of the author. ( Its just a coincidence that they are the same person).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story of an above intelligence boy, studying in a "reputed" MBA college. He is considered among his friends a " studious" guy ( Although the truth is known only  by him and God). He mostly gets good grades in the exams( thanks to the CGPA method).&lt;br /&gt;Having passed the first year with good grades, he enters the second year with lot of hope, passion, anxiety and enthusiasm. He opts for finance, as it is considered to be more lucrative in terms of pay package. He has the dream of becoming the next big shot in the finance world. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;But alas, only if pigs could fly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first term of the second year is still not over and he has begun to doubt the wisdom of his decision. If the trailer is so dangerous, then how will that poor mortal survive the movie ?. Just to give you a glimpse of his miserable life, here is an account in his own words of one of his class : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is FE class, the Financial Elective class. The seniors have warned me not to take this course. Everyone said it is hard. But why will I listen to them ?. I am the  Mr Know-it-all. Anyways, " &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ab liya hain to padho&lt;/span&gt;". So, first class goes without any major hiccups. ( Mainly because it was the revision of whatever we have studied last year). And then the real problem starts. Starting from the second class, I am a mute spectator in the class. Mute because I don't want to open my mouth and divulge my "lack of knowledge". And spectator because I just watch everyone contributing to the class discussion. I mean, the faculty is teaching the same thing to every one, Every one is listening the same thing. Then why is it that they can grasp, understand and respond and I cannot. Am I so dumb witted ?. If I can quote the dialogue of a movie, then  " All the words are flying". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say this subject is vital to finance. If it is so, then it explains why  the finance guys are always worried. IT also explains the reason for high ratio of stress for finance guys that other department. Why was this subject created. Weren't they satisfied with integral calculus that they invented this elective ?. I just look from one face to other in the class. most are listening to the class or may be trying to do so. Ruefully, not many beautiful faces in the class to stare and spare my mind of the torture. How am I ever gonna pass this exam. I know this is against ethics and    is a bad thing to do, but I sincerely hope that there are some more students like me  or even "dumb" than me. That is the only way for me to pass this exam. May god provide strength to mine weak heart to fight this battle." Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375788230806288380-8596477241596223538?l=ayusmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8596477241596223538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375788230806288380&amp;postID=8596477241596223538&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/8596477241596223538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/8596477241596223538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/2008/07/mystry-called-fe.html' title='The mystry called &quot;FE&quot;'/><author><name>Ayus Kumar Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06635347743037832639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380.post-8736854544095062003</id><published>2008-07-05T16:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:40:31.461+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am back</title><content type='html'>Ok...Here I am back after my summer internship with RBI, and visit to home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to college...full of juniors...some very pretty..But along with it comes the studies...the second year of MBA..that too in finance...The first few day itself gave the glimpse of what is to come further...I just look blankly at the faces of my classmates, who don't know how, seems to know everything...How the hell do they know so much..Did they study something extra, which I did not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...whats the use of complaining now..I should have thought about it in the first year itself...But I know I will not give up so easily..I will fight..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375788230806288380-8736854544095062003?l=ayusmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8736854544095062003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375788230806288380&amp;postID=8736854544095062003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/8736854544095062003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/8736854544095062003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-back.html' title='I am back'/><author><name>Ayus Kumar Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06635347743037832639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380.post-1975320485709351824</id><published>2008-06-04T22:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:27:15.505+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A TRIP TO BARODA … Part 2</title><content type='html'>This is in continuation to the last post of &lt;a href="http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/trip-to-baroda-part-1.html"&gt;Baroda Trip part 1 &lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where was I?? yes, so finally she settled in her seat. and I settled to my job..i.e. watching her. She must be around 24 years ( although it is hard to tell the real age of girls with the modern makeups), fair, with a very good figure and  an innocent smile which could make mountains move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she married..?? no way to know..she has covered her head by some cloth which looks to me more like a piece of bed sheet than anything else. Cant see her 'mangalsutra' although it may be that it is hidden under her top where I can't see.( so sad)..&lt;br /&gt;So, as they say in cricket, the benefit of doubt goes to me, and it is decided that she is not married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my mind starts thinking ways to talk to her. Should I go near her and ask for a magazine or something( how silly..), or should I just pass by her, pick her dropped handkerchief, hand it to her and start conversation on some pretext or other...?( Alas, the moment i think of this excellent plan, she picks up her handkerchief.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than an hour passes in thinking the means and ways to approach her. I had now only an hour left of journey. And as if god heard my heart voice, I see that she has closed the book she was reading and is looking around. And before she turns towards my side, I very quickly set my hair, wipe off the sweat from face and bring a pepsodent smile on my face. This whole otherwise lengthy process took just 2 seconds..wow...And finally our eyes meet. I give her my million dollar smile. Not sure what her face expression meant. It was a mixture of amazement, mischief, annoyance, and a large part was of confusion. I don't understand why such a look. I mean, where else she could have seen such a handsome, smart boy smiling at her. I think she must be thanking her stars and so such a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after a second or so, she also gave a smile. Although not the family pack colgate like mine, but certainly the trial offer pack. And I knew that I have won half the battle. Isn't it that some great men have said that " &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ladki hansi to fansi&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;So, now what?. What to do now?. This was the question going in my mind. And it was here that my inexperience in such matter was causing me problem. Had it been some stud of my college, I know by now, he must have had her mobile number and god knows what else...&lt;br /&gt;But here I was sitting just thinking what to do next. And I am very much sure the same must have also been going in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before I continue with what I did or rather did not do, here's a million dollar question to all of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Question: What should I have done ?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best answer will get a personally signed &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thank you note&lt;/span&gt; from a very great person. (Don't ask me the name. It has been withhold due to security reason. Just a hint, His name starts with 'A').&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/4375788230806288380-1975320485709351824?l=ayusmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1975320485709351824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375788230806288380&amp;postID=1975320485709351824&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/1975320485709351824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/1975320485709351824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/2008/06/trip-to-baroda-part-2.html' title='A TRIP TO BARODA … Part 2'/><author><name>Ayus Kumar Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06635347743037832639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380.post-1939079622310792679</id><published>2008-05-31T22:46:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:53:55.649+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am Mr Lonely....</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but I am feeling very sad today.....its rather very strange as there is no reason for it..but still...I am feeling like crying..my heart says that go and pour out all your sorrows..but my mind refuse to hear...seems even my tears have left me alone in these hard moments...even tried to call home as there is no better soothing method for me than to talk to my mother.. but alas...everything has to go wrong today...could not talk to her...must be a really bad day for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had thought that I will write the second part of Baroda trip blog today and some other blogs..but ...leave it...not at all in mood to write....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely hope that this ends today itself and tomorrow be a new, fresh and happy day..&lt;br /&gt;Amen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375788230806288380-1939079622310792679?l=ayusmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1939079622310792679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375788230806288380&amp;postID=1939079622310792679&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/1939079622310792679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/1939079622310792679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-mr-lonely.html' title='I am Mr Lonely....'/><author><name>Ayus Kumar Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06635347743037832639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380.post-8574379819823160516</id><published>2008-05-31T00:56:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-31T01:00:43.271+05:30</updated><title type='text'>From the heart of my friend</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me first introduce myself….  I am a Friend of Ayus pursuing MBA from the same institute.&lt;br /&gt;I am just about to finish my summers training, not at RBI, but at TCS, and would like to share some of my experience of these two crucial months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what the summers are meant for????&lt;br /&gt;According to me they are meant for two things:&lt;br /&gt; Adding to your technical (I mean subject knowledge giving it a practical touch)&lt;br /&gt; Providing deep and reach insights from so called “Glamorous Corporate World”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as technical knowledge is concerned it depends on the project, the company you get. It is possible that you might not get a company of your choice or the project you get may not be of your interest. Hence as far as addition to all ready existing technical knowledge is concerned it might not be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I talk about myself, the company I got is no doubt one of the dream companies of many people. But as far as the addition of technical knowledge is concerned, I did not get into the same domain I wanted. (I wanted to go for a finance profile, but it being an IT company…..). &lt;br /&gt;However as far as addition to behavioral aspect is concerned it definitely provided me with great insights. I came to know about his glamorous corporate world, how “professional” people are here and how even your friends get professional by getting here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some thing that I have learn in these two months is that life is too tough and no body is yours. It’s your life and you have to fight it too hard. In this corporate life everyone is there to bite their own share and everyone wants this biggest pie. To get this they are ready to go anyway. Further, I have learn that what people say and what they do are entirely two different things. (I know “Saying” and “Doing” are two different things). &lt;br /&gt;I at times used to believe that in this world there are people are of integrity, but after this two months……. ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that in this world there is no space for people who are sober, calm and introvert. It is a world of people who are diplomatic, cunning, and selfish and on the top of boot licker. And one day perhaps everybody becomes a boot licker. &lt;br /&gt;Some of the minor issues that I have faced in this two months were related to general life like living and commuting problems, though at times they used to take a gigantic picture, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a few things that needs to be ponder upon are&lt;br /&gt; Is the world full of BOOTLICKERS???&lt;br /&gt; What does a person get by deceiving others???&lt;br /&gt; Who gives right to anyone to hurt others???&lt;br /&gt; And finally whatever we do as a part of corporate life (may be the work we do not like but we continue to do it, or anything else) why we do it???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for sake of some money and actually let our real person dies a ghost death.&lt;br /&gt;Is it right to compromise with your definition of life???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the unanswered questions.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to find answers from you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I thanks Ayus for providing me a SMALL space in his BADDA Sa Blog space..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nivedita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375788230806288380-8574379819823160516?l=ayusmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8574379819823160516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375788230806288380&amp;postID=8574379819823160516&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/8574379819823160516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/8574379819823160516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-mouth-of-my-friend.html' title='From the heart of my friend'/><author><name>Ayus Kumar Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06635347743037832639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380.post-6602123717910483027</id><published>2008-05-28T22:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:48:31.252+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A TRIP TO BARODA … Part 1</title><content type='html'>Recently I took a trip to Baroda, the neighbour district of Ahmedabad (though not very near neighbour, there are 2 more district between them). It was supposed to be a business visit, as I was going for interacting with bank management for my project work. But there was also a thought somewhere in the back of my mind that I may see one of my friends living there, although the odds were heavily against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more bank employee was supposed to go with me and we decided that we will meet at police post near Subhas bridge (meeting place has nothing to do with his or mine background), even though I never knew where in Ahmedabad is subhas bridge located. So on the morning of visit, after an hour of searching and after changing three autos, I reached the police post (though I never saw any bridge, leave alone Subhas Chandra Bose. All I saw there was a policeman extracting money from a helpless motorist..)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting short… We reached the bus stand and looked for ticket counter as neither of us has gone before there. We took two tickets of express highway bus. The single most striking feature of this bus was that there was no conductor in it. Would you believe it..?? I have never sat in bus which doesn't have conductor. Even a Volvo has one, and this was just a state bus. But the good thing was that only the limited no of tickets were issued and everybody has his (or her) seats pre assigned. So there was no commotion, no putting handkerchief on the seat, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting short… The bus started without any hiccups or pushing from the back. As usual, once every one settled down, I started doing what we guys normally do in such circumstances. And there she was. Just 2 seats in front of me was sitting a beautiful girl with her mother. She was wearing a yellow sari ( I mean the mother) .. The girl was very nicely dressed in jeans and top. ( now, don’t ask me the color..who remembers the color in such situation. And what difference does it make). She was having difficulty in adjusting her luggage, and before I could offer my service and score brownie points, her mother stood and helped her..(Now, why do mothers have to help…. what are we guys for.. cant they just sleep…)&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/4375788230806288380-6602123717910483027?l=ayusmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6602123717910483027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375788230806288380&amp;postID=6602123717910483027&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/6602123717910483027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/6602123717910483027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/trip-to-baroda-part-1.html' title='A TRIP TO BARODA … Part 1'/><author><name>Ayus Kumar Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06635347743037832639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380.post-8117255200804636384</id><published>2008-05-21T23:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-22T00:36:04.276+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why I need a girl friend</title><content type='html'>It may sound very absurd( common..who doesn't know why a guy needs a girl friend..?)to  tell why I need a girl friend. Every guy wants a girl friend, may be for different reasons..Here are some of the reasons I think, or rather most of the guys think, why a girl friend is a necessity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Ok..guys are there....but when we need that emotional support, that shoulder on which we can share our secrets and hug the friend, no one can beat the girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Every one has a girl friend.. suresh has it...mahesh has it...ram has two..that stud shyam has three...even that stupid motu has one....why cant I have.??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  No one has the unique power which the girls have to make you smile...Even in the worst of your mood, just that one killer smile is enough to make you melt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Who will send you birthday cards, gifts, and lovely text message everyday if you don't have girl friends...You cant expect guys to do the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Forget about the memory enhancing medicine... just get a girl friend..and tell her all that you would like to be remember. She will remind you to the point of amazement, saturation and frustration..probably in that order..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Who said you cant eat quality food in hostel..Ask a person having a girl friend..She will make it a point to see that you eat good food, even if that means cooking herself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Ok.. you have bad taste in colors ?? .. you don't know how to select a gift ?? Consult her...She is the utmost expert in all these matters in which we lesser mortal guys are incompetent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Want to watch a movie in which your buddies are not interested ??..Want to visit some place where they don't want to go..You have got the company..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can think of many more reasons, but I think most you must be knowing them..And if by any chance you don't know, then you are still not ready to have a girl friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375788230806288380-8117255200804636384?l=ayusmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8117255200804636384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375788230806288380&amp;postID=8117255200804636384&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/8117255200804636384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/8117255200804636384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-i-need-girl-friend.html' title='Why I need a girl friend'/><author><name>Ayus Kumar Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06635347743037832639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380.post-5989810161469444846</id><published>2008-05-19T23:43:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:37:05.343+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pink City goes "Red"</title><content type='html'>Ok, I am too late in commenting on this topic... the papers have already made a  thorough analysis of it...The political parties have already used it to their advantage...The common people like you and me have suffered a lot....then what’s the need of this another post on such a "regular" event...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is...Because it is the only medium where I can give vent to my anger...I can express my anguish and sadness on the loss of so many lives. And more than that, towards the feeling of fear and insecurity which these blast have caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the motive of these blasts..??? I, with my limited knowledge and worldly wisdom cannot see any purpose being served from it apart from creating terror....then the question comes, why this terror for and who wants to do it...?? Is it the terrorist groups....??? Is it Pakistanis..??? Is it the Bangladeshis...??? Is it a Muslim organization..?? Is it the work of some radical Hindu group for selfish reasons..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that every time such things happen, we out rightly blame our neighbor....Have we ever tried to have a sincere and honest look within our self and try to find if not some blame is on us also.???.. The recent report says that Rajasthan police had some information of such attack days before and had been warned...Then why adequate measure didn’t had been taken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am doing the same thing that I just criticized. i.e. blaming others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very easy to point fingers to others. But don't we, the common people also have some responsibility towards our society. And if not to others, then at least for our self only. The least we can do is to keep our eyes open...I think we all understand what that means. If we citizens just become a bit more cautious and report any antisocial activities going around us, the world would be a better place to live....But it requires courage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            And as Aamir Khan said in RDB…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             “जिंदगी जीने के दो ही तरीके होते हैं .&lt;br /&gt;              एक, जो हो रहा हैं, उसे चुप चाप सहते रहो,&lt;br /&gt;              या फिर जिमेदारी उठाओ उसे बदलने की “&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375788230806288380-5989810161469444846?l=ayusmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5989810161469444846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375788230806288380&amp;postID=5989810161469444846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/5989810161469444846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/5989810161469444846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/pink-city-goes-red.html' title='Pink City goes &quot;Red&quot;'/><author><name>Ayus Kumar Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06635347743037832639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380.post-4890212863864385201</id><published>2008-05-11T16:06:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:35:00.803+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Last Don</title><content type='html'>Since the matter concerns with the "DON", let me put a disclaimer in the beginning itself.....&lt;br /&gt;This post has nothing to do with "The Don", my room mate. Its about the novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Don, written by Mario Puzo in 1996 is the second book I have read about the mafia, the first being the evergreen" The Godfather".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme confess that i had great expectation from this novel as it was natural after having read the godfather . As with Da vinci code, i have read godfather many times and it looks as fresh each time.But "the last don" did not stand upto my expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Don Domenico Clericuzio here did not show the personality, the wisdom, and was not shown in great light as Don Vito Corleone of godfather. Never once i ever felt in awe with him. And even though there were ample negative shades of DOn corleone,I felt a sense of respect for him. This is not for the Don Clericuzio or any other character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storyline itself diverge too much on the film industry rather than on the mafia industry. And finaly there were too many details which made reading less interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In effect, it was like watching Sanjay Leela Bhansali movie "Saawanriya" after having watched "Black"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375788230806288380-4890212863864385201?l=ayusmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4890212863864385201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375788230806288380&amp;postID=4890212863864385201&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/4890212863864385201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/4890212863864385201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/since-matter-concerns-with-don-let-me.html' title='The Last Don'/><author><name>Ayus Kumar Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06635347743037832639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380.post-5614188396235712502</id><published>2008-05-07T16:30:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:19:55.057+05:30</updated><title type='text'>4  people I would like to slap</title><content type='html'>it many sound bizzare, but if i ever have a chance, i would like to slap these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    KPS Gill ... for his sheer stubbornness  and for the decline of our national sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    A. B. Bardhan.....For all the roadblocks he is putting in India's growth.. Be it                                   nuclear pact, economic reform, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.    Raj Thakre..... I think any sane person would understand why I want to do                                 this...He is dividing the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.   All the rapist and child molesters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375788230806288380-5614188396235712502?l=ayusmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5614188396235712502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375788230806288380&amp;postID=5614188396235712502&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/5614188396235712502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/5614188396235712502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-people-i-would-like-to-slap.html' title='4  people I would like to slap'/><author><name>Ayus Kumar Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06635347743037832639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380.post-8173871548825104519</id><published>2007-04-06T13:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:06:49.955+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going sentimental'/><title type='text'>my thoughts</title><content type='html'>i have thinking what all to write here.&lt;br /&gt;Should I share my personal feelings here...???&lt;br /&gt;Should I give vent to all my anger here..???&lt;br /&gt;Should I share my happiness ..???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375788230806288380-8173871548825104519?l=ayusmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8173871548825104519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375788230806288380&amp;postID=8173871548825104519&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/8173871548825104519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/8173871548825104519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-thoughts.html' title='my thoughts'/><author><name>Ayus Kumar Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06635347743037832639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380.post-7644584054264075907</id><published>2008-02-27T14:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:06:49.954+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going sentimental'/><title type='text'>कोई तुमसे पूछे कौन हूँ मैं</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This beautiful poem is courtesy  Yetan, my second year senior......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कोई तुमसे पूछे कौन हूँ मैं &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तुम कह देना कोई खास नहीं&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;एक दोस्त हैं कच्चा पक्का सा&lt;br /&gt;एक झूठ हैं आधा सच्चा  सा&lt;br /&gt;जीवन का ऐसा साथी हैं&lt;br /&gt;जो दूर नहीं, जो पास नहीं&lt;br /&gt;एक साया हैं जो चलता साथ मेरे&lt;br /&gt;हर मुश्किल में हैं पास मेरे&lt;br /&gt;क्या मायूसी, क्या खुशहाली&lt;br /&gt;हर पल्चित रमता साथ मेरे&lt;br /&gt;जहाँ अपनापन मिथ्या हैं&lt;br /&gt;पैसा पैसा ही माया हैं&lt;br /&gt;ऐसी मतलबी भरी दुनिया में&lt;br /&gt;एक 'दोस्त' दोस्ती करने आया हैं&lt;br /&gt;कभी बीच राह मे छोर चले&lt;br /&gt;ऐसा बिलकुल विश्वास नहीं&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कोई तुमसे पूछे कौन हूँ मैं&lt;br /&gt;तुम कह देना कोई खास नहीं&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375788230806288380-7644584054264075907?l=ayusmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7644584054264075907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375788230806288380&amp;postID=7644584054264075907&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/7644584054264075907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/7644584054264075907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='कोई तुमसे पूछे कौन हूँ मैं'/><author><name>Ayus Kumar Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06635347743037832639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380.post-5298842903868975844</id><published>2007-08-17T20:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:06:49.954+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going sentimental'/><title type='text'>a beautiful poem....must read</title><content type='html'>क्या लिखूँ&lt;br /&gt;कुछ जीत लिखू या हार लिखूँया दिल का सारा प्यार लिखूँ ॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰&lt;br /&gt;कुछ अपनो के ज़ाज़बात लिखू या सापनो की सौगात लिखूँ ॰॰॰॰॰॰&lt;br /&gt;मै खिलता सुरज आज लिखू या चेहरा चाँद गुलाब लिखूँ ॰॰॰॰॰॰&lt;br /&gt;वो डूबते सुरज को देखूँ या उगते फूल की सान्स लिखूँ&lt;br /&gt;वो पल मे बीते साल लिखू या सादियो लम्बी रात लिखूँ&lt;br /&gt;मै तुमको अपने पास लिखू या दूरी का ऐहसास लिखूँ&lt;br /&gt;मै अन्धे के दिन मै झाँकू या आँन्खो की मै रात लिखूँ&lt;br /&gt;मीरा की पायल को सुन लुँ या गौतम की मुस्कान लिखूँ&lt;br /&gt;बचपन मे बच्चौ से खेलूँ या जीवन की ढलती शाम लिखूँ&lt;br /&gt;सागर सा गहरा हो जाॐ या अम्बर का विस्तार लिखूँ&lt;br /&gt;वो पहली -पाहली प्यास लिखूँ या निश्छल पहला प्यार लिखूँ&lt;br /&gt;सावन कि बारिश मेँ भीगूँ या आन्खो की मै बरसात लिखूँ&lt;br /&gt;गीता का अॅजुन हो जाॐ या लकां रावन राम लिखूँ॰॰॰॰॰&lt;br /&gt;मै हिन्दू मुस्लिम हो जाॐ या बेबस ईन्सान लिखूँ॰॰॰॰॰&lt;br /&gt;मै ऎक ही मजहब को जी लुँ ॰॰॰या मजहब की आन्खे चार लिखूँ॰॰॰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कुछ जीत लिखू या हार लिखूँया&lt;br /&gt;दिल का सारा प्यार लिखूँ ॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰॰&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375788230806288380-5298842903868975844?l=ayusmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5298842903868975844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375788230806288380&amp;postID=5298842903868975844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/5298842903868975844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/5298842903868975844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/2007/08/beautiful-poemmust-read.html' title='a beautiful poem....must read'/><author><name>Ayus Kumar Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06635347743037832639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380.post-8073718124141785954</id><published>2008-05-02T00:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:06:00.869+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>Life at RBI</title><content type='html'>जब मेरा RBI में summers हुआ तो मैं कितना खुश हुआ था...अब सुबह नहीं उठाना पड़ेगा ...पढना नहीं पड़ेगा..आराम से २-३ महीने गुजरेंगे..कितना गलत था मैं..कभी सोचा ही नहीं था की कॉलेज और सारे दोस्त इतने याद आयेंगे...जिस कॉलेज को जाने को मन नहीं करता था अब वही कभी कभी याद आने लगता हैं... वोह दोस्तों के साथ घूमना...क्लास के सारे किस्से....क्लास में लोगो को सोते हुए देखना....अब सारे याद आ रहे हैं...&lt;br /&gt;RBI में तो एक सी जिंदगी हो गयी हैं...सुबह १० बजे जाना और ६ बजे आ जाना...और वहाँ जाकर सिर्फ काम करने का दिखावा करना...यह भी कोई जिंदगी हैं.. waiting to go back to college....&lt;div 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Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06635347743037832639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380.post-3082780353505527642</id><published>2007-08-12T14:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:06:00.869+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>finally in nirma</title><content type='html'>i know that i am too late in writing this blog. But what to do...this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nirma&lt;/span&gt; guys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want me to share my thoughts with you all. they give such  a heavy load of work on our somewhat weak shoulders, that we lesser mortals find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;our self&lt;/span&gt; comparing with Atlas taking the load of the globe on his shoulder......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.... but i will fight..... till my last breath.......i will show to them that i can manage to write my blog despite how much assignment they give......&lt;br /&gt;sar faroshi ki tammana ab hamare dil mein hain....dekhna hain jor kitna bajuaye katil mein hain...&lt;br /&gt;Jai Hind and Happy independence day in adbance....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375788230806288380-3082780353505527642?l=ayusmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3082780353505527642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375788230806288380&amp;postID=3082780353505527642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/3082780353505527642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/3082780353505527642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/2007/08/finally-in-nirma.html' title='finally in nirma'/><author><name>Ayus Kumar Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06635347743037832639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375788230806288380.post-1428180588231286640</id><published>2008-05-05T15:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:54:18.751+05:30</updated><title type='text'>da vinci code</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently I read the much famous "Da vinci code" by Dan Brown for the hmmm....4th time and completed it in 2 nights...wow...thats a record for me for finishing the book fastest. ( previous record is of 4 nights). i don't know why, but every time i read this book, i feel the same excitement as when i had read it for the first time. Even though i know all the character, the plot, the vaious codes and their eventually breaking away sequence, the fast paced chase from paris to london....all of these i know  but still feel the same thrill every time. why is it so...???? is it only with me or others also feel the same way....??...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what makes this book click so much...why do millions of reader associate themselfwith this book...it may be the controversies, it may be the mystries of "holy grail", the various insight about leonardo, pi, pagan culture, priory of sion, etc.....and the heat and debate generated by this book has only enhanced the interest in this book....i myself had spent many hours on internet trying to find additional information on various "truth" mentioned in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i know one thing for sure...if i dont get any good book when i feel like reading, then i will not hesitate to read it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375788230806288380-1428180588231286640?l=ayusmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1428180588231286640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375788230806288380&amp;postID=1428180588231286640&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/1428180588231286640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375788230806288380/posts/default/1428180588231286640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayusmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/da-vinci-code.html' title='da vinci code'/><author><name>Ayus Kumar Meharia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828007529029333028</uri><email>meharia.ayus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06635347743037832639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>