<?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-4340852414084115214</id><updated>2012-01-22T00:17:50.488+05:30</updated><category term='sem end'/><title type='text'>Tickled Pink</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dinesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940514970561804602</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340852414084115214.post-8186981526259382142</id><published>2012-01-01T20:54:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-02T20:13:09.561+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New year resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;To do new mistakes and not to repeat the ones of previous year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;Learning few songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;Completing my multimonth goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;To&amp;nbsp;listen to ghost stories&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &amp;nbsp;Avoid late nights as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &amp;nbsp;Travel to lot more random places than previous year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &amp;nbsp;Learn to cook more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &amp;nbsp;Read more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &amp;nbsp;Will try to say more 'YES' than 'NO'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. To Meet relatives and friends often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year and may god fulfill your all appropriate wishes this year &amp;nbsp;:) ..&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/4340852414084115214-8186981526259382142?l=opicus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/feeds/8186981526259382142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/8186981526259382142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/8186981526259382142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New year resolutions'/><author><name>dinesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940514970561804602</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-4340852414084115214.post-8931286085306250279</id><published>2011-12-29T16:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-29T16:58:47.764+05:30</updated><title type='text'>a story of a kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once i was a kid and i was happy. I was happy to face all chalenges bigger than my size . I was happy to go to school crying. I was happy to fake just to get toys and toffees ( in those days they were like chocolates ). I was happy to eat everything whatever my mum would make . I was happy to love &amp;nbsp;everyone unconditionally . I was happy just to see everyone around me . I was happy to dance with any girl . I was happy to climb any tree just to get fruits . I was happy to be kissed by everyone . I was happy to travel without knowing the destination . I was happy just with everything.&lt;br /&gt;And now i m no longer a kid as lot of around me say .&lt;br /&gt;And dont know how,why and when the meaning of happiness has changed for me :-(.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340852414084115214-8931286085306250279?l=opicus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/feeds/8931286085306250279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2011/12/story-of-kid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/8931286085306250279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/8931286085306250279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2011/12/story-of-kid.html' title='a story of a kid'/><author><name>dinesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940514970561804602</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-4340852414084115214.post-1295640641863105340</id><published>2011-11-16T23:14:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-17T18:32:49.063+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lifecycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days when u r happy and there are wen u sad .&lt;br /&gt;There are things which are highly awesome and there are which not so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;There are people whom u love and there are also the ones who u r loved by.&lt;br /&gt;There are times when time run by too quickly and there are when it just dont move. &lt;br /&gt;There are people whom u are attracted at first sight and there are some who always are attractive .&lt;br /&gt;There are times when u have thoughts of someone &amp;nbsp;and there are when u are part of someone thoughts .&lt;br /&gt;There are few things u like and there are few u dont.&lt;br /&gt;There are somethings u want to do and somethings u dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;There are times when life is too much beautiful and there are times when it doesnt appear to be as such.&lt;br /&gt;There are times when everything get right and there are when nothing goes right.&lt;br /&gt;There are girls which u really like and there are which u not so like.&lt;br /&gt;There are some people whom u always want to be with and there are which u dont want to be.&lt;br /&gt;There are times when u have lot to do and there are when u have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : I really need to get few things right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340852414084115214-1295640641863105340?l=opicus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/feeds/1295640641863105340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2011/11/lifecycle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/1295640641863105340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/1295640641863105340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2011/11/lifecycle.html' title='Lifecycle'/><author><name>dinesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940514970561804602</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-4340852414084115214.post-6200064117358332528</id><published>2011-10-29T15:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-29T15:23:41.580+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love to get up late at night and then eat and then sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love to meet random people( specially girls :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love cooking sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love being lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love programming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love reading novels when I feel lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love to write when my mind is full of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love those little dogs that live across my home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love accepting gifts , giving too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love ice creams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love trains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love smell of petrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love to travel for five days in a week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love to be at random place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love to walk random road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love gtalk girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love to sleep early and wake up early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love sun in the cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love everything&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;that remains natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love to go to a road whose destination I don’t know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love when a girl smiles, more when the reason is me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love to marry Natalie Portman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love the fresh air on a cold winter’s morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love sweetness of doing nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340852414084115214-6200064117358332528?l=opicus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/feeds/6200064117358332528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/6200064117358332528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/6200064117358332528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-love.html' title='I love..'/><author><name>dinesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940514970561804602</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-4340852414084115214.post-292034809481464117</id><published>2011-06-14T23:36:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-14T23:44:29.699+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem end'/><title type='text'>Nothing is really right or wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So finally my exam are over and I don’t know but I am not that much happy for some uncertain reasons which are further too much uncertain .There is this beauty about uncertainity I just cant explain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;There is just too much that is dwelling into my mind right now,wish I had much more hands.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;One of the thing that came of my observation that whatever that is in this world is fuzzy in someway.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;There was this boy who liked a girl and the girl also liked the boy but boy don’t know about that. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Someday boy proposed her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The girl replied with a ‘No’. I hope there is nothing surprising in it. Thousands of boys daily propose to someone, they get rejected or doesn’t get rejected. &amp;nbsp;But the thing is girl likes boy , how she can say no. I am considering that the girl is free minded . She is free to take a decision in the same way a baby is free to laugh , cry , sleep at any time. We are also free for that but we just not live that way after growing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;After few days probably a month or two girl said yes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Girl’s this reply to the boy was highly confusing for me initially. Its not that she had said something out of planet but just it amaze me in strange way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;One of the thing I would be better of by not having is my ability to think. Really I just try to find logical reason behind everything. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Why the hell I am just concerned about a random boy or girl . The answer is I don’t know. I can’t think about it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Also after watching discovery channel one day I realised that there is very much outside of this Computer’s dominated world domain. I always felt CS is the best in engineering to do but my perception no longer feel that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Its amazing how a bird can fly wish I can also fly like that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I just feel so good after doing some things and so bad after some.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Okey thing is girls are too much fuzzy neither the boys are any less. It just feel so good when you not think much and just let the river flow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Back to the girl boy problem , the question arises why did girl said no at first instance and then a yes . The difference between a machine and a human being explain this . For every machine there is machine language which in the form of 0’s and 1’s . So whatever you ask machine to do will be in form of it. Either a thing is true or wrong it cannot be both that’s what really machine feels and also logic says. But actually things are not like that with the human beings . It lies between 0 and 1 that’s what fuzzy logic is all about. So when that boy proposed she didn’t said yes because she was somewhere between that 0 and 1 , probably nearer to the 1 that’s why she later said yes. &amp;nbsp;What conditions really attributed to this yes later is still not exactly clear to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Is this something to do with the way we think. I so hate thinking.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Its just awesome to feel good about every moment without any good reason &amp;nbsp;, just finding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;everything from nothing . &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;I am feeling empty now :) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340852414084115214-292034809481464117?l=opicus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/feeds/292034809481464117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2011/06/nothing-is-really-right-or-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/292034809481464117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/292034809481464117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2011/06/nothing-is-really-right-or-wrong.html' title='Nothing is really right or wrong'/><author><name>dinesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940514970561804602</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-4340852414084115214.post-8459455310363725371</id><published>2011-02-15T21:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-15T21:11:31.901+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Febawk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t know about&amp;nbsp;you but I really found our yearly calender system as too much awkward.This thought striked&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;me after imagining someone having birthday on Feb 29, that person sadly would just be able to celebrate his birthday only one time in four years .I just don’t understand whats the logic to have sometimes 28 days in feb and sometimes 29.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why innocent February having less days than all other months that too with variable amount.The only reason that I can imagine is that the person who designed the modern calender didn’t like the february month too much , he must have bad things happening with him during this duration,so to reduce his misery a bit he just decided to shortened the period of this month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The other thing that I find quite strange is why some months have 30 days and others 31 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Things would have been less complex if all the months had same no of days , I like that to be 30.It makes much more sense and makes lots of mathematical problems quite easy regarding calender system . Also I don’t like week of seven days , five days week would have been really awesome with two public holidays in form Saturdays and Sundays.Months should also be reduced to 10 in place of 12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;300 days in a year sounds much more better than 365/366. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;One more thing that need some attention is why we call valentine week as “valentine week” when there are 14 days in it ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340852414084115214-8459455310363725371?l=opicus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/feeds/8459455310363725371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2011/02/febawk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/8459455310363725371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/8459455310363725371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2011/02/febawk.html' title='Febawk'/><author><name>dinesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940514970561804602</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-4340852414084115214.post-4424688409225476861</id><published>2011-02-11T20:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-11T20:47:14.160+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Always be true, honest and original</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This is one the the Best IT interview took place at Infosys (Asia's 2'nd&amp;nbsp;largest&amp;nbsp;IT firm) . The below interview shows the importance of &amp;nbsp;being honest , original and true to&amp;nbsp;yourself&amp;nbsp;. Read , enjoy and understand the moral of this interview . Hope it will &amp;nbsp;help you in preparing for your future interview .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" name="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Tell me about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: I am Rameshwar Kulkarni. I did my Tele Communication engineering&lt;br /&gt;from BabanRao Dhole-Patil Institute of Technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: BabanRao Dhole-Patil Institute of Technology? I had never heard&lt;br /&gt;of this college before!&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: Great! Even I had not heard of it before getting an admission&lt;br /&gt;into it ..&lt;br /&gt;What happened is - due to cricket world cup I scored badly! in 12th. I was&lt;br /&gt;getting a paid seat in a good college. But my father said (I prefer to call&lt;br /&gt;him 'baap') - "I can not invest so much of money".(The baap actually said -&lt;br /&gt;"I will never waste so much of money on you"). So I had to join this&lt;br /&gt;college. Frankly speaking this name - BabanRao Dhole-Patil, can at the most&lt;br /&gt;be related to a Shetakari Mahavidyalaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: ok, ok. It seems you have taken 6 years to complete your&lt;br /&gt;engineering.&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: Actually I tried my best to finish it in 4 years. But you know,&lt;br /&gt;these cricket matches and football world cup, and tennis tournaments. It is&lt;br /&gt;difficult to concentrate. So I flunked in 2nd and 3rd year. So in all I took&lt;br /&gt;4 + 2 = 7 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: But 4+2 is 6.&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: Oh, is it? You know I always had KT in maths. But I&lt;br /&gt;will try to keep this in mind. 4+2 is 6, good,&lt;br /&gt;thanks. These cricket matches really affect exams a lot. I think&lt;br /&gt;they should ban it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Good to know that you want cricket matches to be banned.&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: No, no... I am talking about Exams!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Ok, What is your biggest achievement in life?&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: Obviously, completing my Engineering. My mom never thought I&lt;br /&gt;would complete it. In fact, when i flunked in 3rd year, she was looking for&lt;br /&gt;a job for me in BEST (Bus corporation in Maharashtra) through some relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Do you have any plans of higher study?&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: he he he.. Are you kidding? Completing 'lower' education itself&lt;br /&gt;was so much of pain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Let's talk about technical stuff. On which platforms have you&lt;br /&gt;worked?&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: Well, I work at SEEPZ, so you can say Andheri is my current&lt;br /&gt;platform. Earlier I was at Vashi center. So Vashi was my platform then. As&lt;br /&gt;you can see I have experience of different platforms! (Vashi and Andheri are&lt;br /&gt;the places in Mumbai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: And which languages have you used?&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: Marathi, Hindi, English. By the way, I can keep quiet in German,&lt;br /&gt;French, Russian and many other languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Why VC is better than VB?&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: It is a common sense - C comes after B. So VC is a higher version&lt;br /&gt;than VB. I heard very soon they are coming up with a new language VD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Do you know anything about Assembly Language?&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: Well, I have not heard of it. But I guess, this is the language&lt;br /&gt;our ministers and MPs use in assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: What is your general project experience?&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: My general experience about projects is - most of the times they&lt;br /&gt;are in pipeline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Can you tell me about your current job?&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: Sure, Currently I am working for Bata InfoTech ltd. Since joining&lt;br /&gt;BIL, I am on Bench. Before joining BIL, I used to think that Bench was&lt;br /&gt;another software like Windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Do you have any project management experience?&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: No, but I guess it shouldn't be difficult. I know Word and Excel.&lt;br /&gt;I can talk a lot. I know how to dial for International phone call and use&lt;br /&gt;speaker facility. And very important - I know few words like - 'Showstoppers&lt;br /&gt;' , 'hotfixes', 'SEI-CMM','quality','versioncontrol','deadlines' , 'Customer&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction' etc. Also I can blame others for my mistakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: What are your expectations from our company?&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: Not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I should at least get 40,000 in hand.&lt;br /&gt;2. I would like to work on a live EJB project. But it should not&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;have deadlines. I personally feel that pressure affects natural&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;talent.&lt;br /&gt;3. I believe in flexi-timings.&lt;br /&gt;4. Dress code is against basic freedom, so I would like to wear&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;t-shirt and jeans.&lt;br /&gt;5. We must have sat-sun off. I will suggest Wednesday off also, so&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;as to avoid breakdown due to overwork.&lt;br /&gt;6. I would like to go abroad 3 times a year on short term&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;preferably 1-2 months) assignments. Personally I prefer US, Australia&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;and Europe. But considering the fact that there is Olympics coming up in&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; China in the current year, I don't mind going there in that period. As you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; can see I am modest and don't have many expectations. So can I assume my&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; selection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: he he he ha ha ha. Thanks for your interest in our&lt;br /&gt;organization. In fact I was never entertained so much before. Welcome to&lt;br /&gt;INFOSYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fellow was appointed in a newly created section 'Stress&lt;br /&gt;Management' in the HRD of Infosys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;So Just be yourself......you never know whats ahead of you.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Honest and Original...............true to yourself !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340852414084115214-4424688409225476861?l=opicus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/feeds/4424688409225476861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2011/02/always-be-true-honest-and-original.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/4424688409225476861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/4424688409225476861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2011/02/always-be-true-honest-and-original.html' title='Always be true, honest and original'/><author><name>dinesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940514970561804602</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-4340852414084115214.post-5303151528532496852</id><published>2011-01-22T00:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-22T00:10:01.571+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Failure is your friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most people seem to have an innate fear of failure, but failure is really your best friend. People who succeed also fail a great deal because they make a lot of attempts. Those who have the most successes also have the most failures. There is nothing wrong or shameful in failing. The only regret lies in never making the attempt. So don't be afraid to experiment in your attempts. Sometimes the quickest way to find out if something will work is to jump right in and do it. You can always make adjustments along the way.Too many people get bogged down in planning and thinking and never get to the point of action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Microsoft wasn't Bill Gates' and Paul Allen's first business venture. Who remembers that their original Traf-o-Data &amp;nbsp;business was a flop? We have electric light bulbs because Thomas Edison refused to give up even after 10,000 failed experiments. If the word "failure" is anathema to you, then reframe it: You either succeed, or you have a learning experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Letting go of the fear of failure will serve you well. If you're excited about achieving a particular goal, but you're afraid you might not be able to pull it off, jump on it and do it anyway. Even if you fail in your attempt, you'll learn something valuable and can make a better attempt next time. If you look at people who are successful today, you will commonly see that many of them had a string of dismal failures before finally hitting on something that worked. And I think most of these people will agree that those early failure experiences were an essential contributing factor in their future successes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Understand that failure is not the opposite of success. Failure is an essential part of success. Once you succeed, no one will remember your failures anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340852414084115214-5303151528532496852?l=opicus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/feeds/5303151528532496852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2011/01/failure-is-your-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/5303151528532496852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/5303151528532496852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2011/01/failure-is-your-friend.html' title='Failure is your friend'/><author><name>dinesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940514970561804602</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-4340852414084115214.post-1146063200080740715</id><published>2011-01-16T13:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-16T13:29:55.004+05:30</updated><title type='text'>does it really worth ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Today being one of very agitated day in my life,was just thinking of the future and how it would be without current things.The friends ,daily college routines ,bunks,low marks in sessionals, one night preparations before the exams really just imagining life without things kind of feel&amp;nbsp;depressed and &amp;nbsp;really feel like doest it really worth growing up ? we all are thinking that life would be good with good marks in exams and then a good job but will these things&amp;nbsp;can really be source of&amp;nbsp;happiness and&amp;nbsp;can it really make life better from what it is now , i personally feel it just cant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;but then what i really need to be happy in future? I tried to satisfy me with various answers but really none of them suceeded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I personally dont want a life strangled into various aspects of life . I hardly feel happy with those things that a normal person would&amp;nbsp;have in a normal circumstances. I reallly&amp;nbsp;dont think life is worth the way it is for me now ,i might be one of the happpiest person in future but currently the way i am looking towards it i just do not find it joyful and a good one .&amp;nbsp;A great line which i read somewhere "one must know true meaning of life to live it pure.&amp;nbsp;"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340852414084115214-1146063200080740715?l=opicus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/feeds/1146063200080740715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2011/01/does-it-really-worth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/1146063200080740715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/1146063200080740715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2011/01/does-it-really-worth.html' title='does it really worth ?'/><author><name>dinesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940514970561804602</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-4340852414084115214.post-2444665825789318944</id><published>2011-01-07T21:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-07T22:19:25.558+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Saga-5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday I wrote my last exam of sem-5 and it was all over for these cold nights and days. It was one of the most interesting sem for me till now. Looking back at the starting of sem, i thought it would be really long and boring sem and i felt the same for initial phase. But one day at college of august month just blew everything of me,at that point of time i was not much conscious for that moment. But looking back to that now it did make some difference to me. May be a bit small at that point but that now is resulting in some big changes .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Other thing about this sem was that it did change my opinions about different personalities. Really was amazing for me to see how different we all are from each other yet so same.I started to love people around me more than i ever did. If somebody ask me now ‘dinesh who you dislike’, really my answer would be no one. I am not saying this just for the sake of saying but I really do mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This sem also proved me more right of my view regarding pathetic practical knowledge given in the colleges. I&amp;nbsp;had the most no of practical classes a total five this sem.We were told about one of the practical subject just at the end of sem so would not like to count that one, so you can say a total of four. At the starting of sem&amp;nbsp;i thought it would be great to have five practical classes a week. But the way they turned out was really a misery for me. Practical classes were so much boring I just cant explain that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sem exams were also much different from the previous sems not in a way how I wrote them or the kind of marks I will get just the way they happened to me.I woke up till about 5 am in one of the exam which broke my previous record of 3 am in 10th standard. Interesting thing about that 5 am day was that I was watching cricket till 10 pm and after that read some random non-exam things till 12 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Other unique thing of sem exams the way “barood” was used by fellow mates.Some were great, some were not so great with it.&amp;nbsp;It was first time for me to see "barood" used openly during exams with co-op of teachers. Sadly I didn’t tried my hand on that ,but really was fun seeing other using it. I had only used "barood" in 7th standard first and last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Till next time stay cool stay happy &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1.Randomness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2.Barood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340852414084115214-2444665825789318944?l=opicus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/feeds/2444665825789318944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2011/01/saga-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/2444665825789318944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/2444665825789318944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2011/01/saga-5.html' title='Saga-5'/><author><name>dinesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940514970561804602</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-4340852414084115214.post-1515331539348222925</id><published>2010-06-01T21:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:57:16.814+05:30</updated><title type='text'>better life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A Death! What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...and you finish off as an orgasm.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340852414084115214-1515331539348222925?l=opicus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/feeds/1515331539348222925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2010/06/better-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/1515331539348222925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/1515331539348222925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2010/06/better-life.html' title='better life'/><author><name>dinesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940514970561804602</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-4340852414084115214.post-5714609183369032731</id><published>2010-02-06T23:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:17:21.664+05:30</updated><title type='text'>flagitious time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Its been really some hard couple of months. The reason for it is that I just wrote my third sem. Trust me they require a lot of creativity. Not because they have a motive to stimulate your gray cells, but because they function on the principle of flushing down facts your system and later puking them out on paper. I have never been used to that sort of mugging up till my high school and had to resort to my creativity to bail me out and creativity is just getting better with each sem. God save the person correcting my papers, he or she will learn a lot of new theories and loads of ornamental English which I so hate to use. Hypocrisy is what I learnt till my third end sems. Hypocrisy because, I sat there deriving equations, having no clue about their meaning whatsoever. Partly my fault too, I could have sat down and tried to understand them. But the enormity of my syllabus dawned on me just before my ******* exams (I do not abuse, but I have feelings.) It wasn’t late to learn, you don’t need time for that. It was late to mug up. Too late. I had to learn how to mug up before that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;It seems the education system is too obsessed with churning out things. The cause seems to be lack of interest in learning and lack of faith in intelligence. Rote-learning maybe a boon to those who lack comprehensibility but have a dump yard of a brain, but it is breeding mediocrity.Its multiplication is far more continuous and difficult to stop. When we finally grow up to make a life for ourselves, do we have to sit and derive equations? Aren’t they always readily available to us? Do we have to sit and prove things which have already been proved? I’d rather like a question where you are asked to justify or contradict something instead of puking the answer out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Now don’t get me wrong, I do not say all this because I consider myself incredibly brilliant or something, it all boils down to the fact that I am inherently lazy. So on a personalized level it is a pain to sit and mug up stuff, it would be just so much easier if we learn or understand something and just put it to some use or to some argument. Don’t the teachers get bored reading the same proofs each and every time or the wrong versions of it? Somehow I’d like to ban rote-learning, it is good for parrots, it’s a torture for guys like me . God, these teachers they mugged up this stuff when they were in college and to read it year after year!! Routine, Monotony are disorders according to me. They should be treated and the advertisers of rote learning need some help .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;As for me, I have decided that I’ll have to learn to add this disorder in me for my remaining two and half years,in someway i already got this thing. It’ll save me the torture I went through in my past sem exams, the torture of knowing that I might do badly in an exam because the questions and the required method bores me. Guess, you have to be part of the system before you change it. Don’t worry I am not just quoting. There is a lot of stuff I plan to do when I become the Prime Minister or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Till then go mug up stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340852414084115214-5714609183369032731?l=opicus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/feeds/5714609183369032731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2010/02/flagitious-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/5714609183369032731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/5714609183369032731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2010/02/flagitious-time.html' title='flagitious time'/><author><name>dinesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940514970561804602</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-4340852414084115214.post-5972746830179728253</id><published>2010-02-03T18:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:58:19.011+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Guys and Girls Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;It’s really a common question and everybody seems to have an opinion; can guys and girls really be just friends? Depending on whom you ask you get a variety of answers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #7f6000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Whether or not a guy and a girl can be just friends depends on how the friendship started, on whether or not there is a physical attraction involved, and on the personalities of the individuals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #7f6000;"&gt;Readers plz be bit careful while reading all these opinions of me.All these things had been written by me after years of experience,so do not use enough of your mind while reading it.Just take it light heartedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #7f6000;"&gt;So lets continue with my bazard thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;There really is no good reason why members of the opposite sex can’t have important and close friendships with one another. Objections to these types of friendships come from a crude cultural belief that all guys view girls as sexual objects first and real people second. This is just plain stupid and does a disservice to males and females. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;While there are situations where physical attraction is a factor it is rarely so overwhelming that it makes a friendship impossible. When physical attraction does get in the way of being friends it isn’t always the guy who is struggling with those feelings. Yes, girls do lust after guys as much as guys lust after girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #7f6000;"&gt;Whether or not that lust stifles a budding friendship or destroys an existing one is entirely dependent on the person having the feelings. Guys and girls can be friends if they really want to be friends. It only gets complicated if there is physical attraction involved that is not handled properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would like to clear to the readers that i am not talking about the general friendship ...all this stuff is for close friendship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #7f6000;"&gt;The most difficult thing in a cross-sex friendship is to distinguish between romantic and friendly feelings.People don't know what feelings are appropriate toward the opposite sex, unless they're what our culture defines as appropriate, "You know you love someone and enjoy them as a person, but not enough to date or marry them. What does this mean????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #783f04;"&gt;Society may not be entirely ready for friendships between men and women that have no sexual subtext. People with close friends of the opposite sex are often barraged with nudging, winking and skepticism: "Are you really just friends?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #783f04;"&gt;These obstacles may seem numerous and formidable, but male-female friendship is becoming not only a possibility but also a necessity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Not until high school does puberty really draw boys and girls together, which then continues into college. But as people develop serious relationship or get married, making and maintaining cross-sex friendships becomes harder.Even the most secure people in a strong marriage probably don't want a spouse to be establishing a new friendship, especially with someone who's very attractive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Men Benefit More from Cross-Sex Friendship &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are proven—and apparent—distinct differences between female friendship and male friendship. Women spend the majority of their time together discussing their thoughts and feelings, while men tend to be far more group-oriented. Males gather to play sports or travel; rarely do they share feelings or personal reflections. This may explain why they seem to get far more out of cross-sex friendship than their female counterparts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...But Women Benefit, Too &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #7f6000;"&gt;Friendships with men are lighter, more fun, said Miss X. "Men aren't so sensitive about things." What they liked most of all, however, was getting some insight into what guys really think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #7f6000;"&gt;Close male-female friends are extremely emotionally supportive if they continuously examine their feelings, opinions and ideas. Males appreciate this because it tends not to be a part of their same-sex friendships ,females appreciate garnering the male perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So while in theory there is no good reason that guys and girls can’t be friends in reality it really depends on the people involved. Some people can pull off opposite sex friendships and some people can’t.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d;"&gt;In the end i would like to thanx Dr. C.F (close friendship) for his views.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&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/4340852414084115214-5972746830179728253?l=opicus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/feeds/5972746830179728253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2010/02/guys-and-girls-friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/5972746830179728253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340852414084115214/posts/default/5972746830179728253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opicus.blogspot.com/2010/02/guys-and-girls-friendship.html' title='Guys and Girls Friendship'/><author><name>dinesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940514970561804602</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>
