<?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-33375989</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:24:21.879Z</updated><title type='text'>Life: As it has been</title><subtitle type='html'>I am starting this blog today as I think we all should write down those feelings, thoughts, experiences happening etc. This could help me having a look at the past in my own older version in the light of latest informations...

Trying to reach the Best WITHIN...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33375989.post-3053014050240329211</id><published>2010-03-28T17:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T18:22:16.587+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Immigration and nuisances...</title><content type='html'>Had a discussion about immigration today with some friends... Some how it has always followed me. In delhi people used to say all Biharis and Bhaiya have taken their job..In maharashtra some time ago a great battle started by some of the idiots in politics. They even killed some people and asked bihari's and bhaiya's to go home. Now as its election campaign time lot of parties are saying they will control immigration. Apparently local people are angry as they cannot get their jobs and they think it increases the burden on local system. But are'nt they missing the point?&lt;div&gt;As a natural any living organism try to migrate for a better life. And those who cannot cope and are incapable of livng in their own territory eventually extinguish. Be it dinosaurs or panda's if they haven't adapted well and find a place where they can find something which suits their body will cease to exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humans are no different than that. The very own people who call them locals were not local if they look at history few decades ago.  We can easily count the number of civilization in pre historic era. And being descents of those civilazation we must be part of one of those few and now if we are living in the cities that must mean they have migrated from one place to another. Infact we have looted and plundered those people for centuries who are natives. Now in the modern times when those native people are coming back to our area we call them immigrants. Failing to realize the every person who comes in this country has paid a price for it. And even though he comes here they perform better they get limited credibility and reward for that. They pay taxes and national health insurances so how can they be burden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Burden are those who are lazy and living on state benefits. DO binge drinking and waiting for NHS to come and collect them.  A businessman always know where (s)he is getting best productivity from. Why would (s)he hire a person who spends most of the time internet and comes to work only to count time when he can go back home. Still demands all the perks and fair wages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what is happening with royal mail/BA and every other business. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess politicians should do their homework first and find how much money they are milking from immigation system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33375989-3053014050240329211?l=nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/3053014050240329211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33375989&amp;postID=3053014050240329211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/3053014050240329211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/3053014050240329211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/2010/03/immigration-and-nuisances.html' title='Immigration and nuisances...'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33375989.post-831011109696519326</id><published>2010-03-20T18:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-20T18:36:25.076Z</updated><title type='text'>Its a toy...</title><content type='html'>Listening to Love is blind sung by Jagjit singh.  As it goes:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duniya jise kahte hain.. Mitti ka Khilona hai ( what a world is called... is a clay toy..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mil jaye to mitti... na mile to Sona hai... ( Have it and its dust, lose it and becomes gold..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just realised how important things become when you start missing them.  Although its not easy holding to them as well. I guess one who knows the balance is wise. I am certainly not one of them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33375989-831011109696519326?l=nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/831011109696519326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33375989&amp;postID=831011109696519326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/831011109696519326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/831011109696519326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-toy.html' title='Its a toy...'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33375989.post-3205775274750895572</id><published>2010-03-06T16:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-06T16:43:15.067Z</updated><title type='text'>Unforgettable loss...</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time and I have lost something very important in my life. I feel crap and do not have a single clue what should I do. All I think is think nothing. Amazing isn't it? If you loose something you have been bragging about for years and you loose that in matter of second. Its like a switch. Somebody decided to turn it off. And (s)he is not going to turn it back on. You are left in dark. Then you close your eyes and you see light! Then you dont want to open your eyes as your subconcious tells you its going to be dark. Can you leave this like that? Can you close your eyes for whole your life without trying what it could be? May be I started liking the world without reality.  I like when my eyes are closed because I control things there. I can change colours of my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I wish I could...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33375989-3205775274750895572?l=nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/3205775274750895572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33375989&amp;postID=3205775274750895572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/3205775274750895572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/3205775274750895572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/2010/03/unforgettable-loss.html' title='Unforgettable loss...'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33375989.post-1512703776529078451</id><published>2008-07-07T16:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T17:05:36.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Car and Music</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in traffic in my car listening to music and thought of writing a post on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that day I was with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bhaiya&lt;/span&gt; when he bought a Fiat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;padmini&lt;/span&gt; and came to our house with sweets. Such a nice car then we had numerous ride on it on various days. And then one day I went with him to his office and while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;comming&lt;/span&gt; back we stopped to collect some money from bank. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Anil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bhaiya&lt;/span&gt; asked me to stay in the car while he comes fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in the car and 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; later it started raining. I guess it was one of first after scorching heat which Patna has to suffer. I was delighted and all of a sudden I saw the music system installed in the car. And guess what it had a cassette of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Deewana&lt;/span&gt; sung by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sonu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Nigam&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; it, I am playing it on full volume. I loved that 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; like being in heaven. Water all around but not getting wet. Watching different activities people are doing and listening to nice songs what else could you want.&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot be overwhelmed more than that feeling in whatever car I am sitting or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wherever&lt;/span&gt; I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Padmini&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33375989-1512703776529078451?l=nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/1512703776529078451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33375989&amp;postID=1512703776529078451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/1512703776529078451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/1512703776529078451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/2008/07/rain-car-and-music.html' title='Rain Car and Music'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33375989.post-955995327823036795</id><published>2008-01-26T18:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-26T18:51:22.201Z</updated><title type='text'>My Fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its my life. Its my decision. I have chosen this. And if I wish I can change it.&lt;br /&gt;Easier said than done. Its such a pain to live like this. I want to do somethings I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to do some other things. Few things should happen or should not have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; in my life. Things I planned but could not execute. Things I planned executed but did not get the desired results. Things I did not plan but it did happen. And it did not happen for good.&lt;br /&gt;Or may be it did...&lt;br /&gt;As you have guessed I am talking about control. Control of your life by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;As rightly said by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gaalib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hazaron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Khwahisein&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;har&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;khwahesh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nikle&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of desires, every desire a killer...&lt;br /&gt;Now answer of all these problems could be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;controlling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt; and do not decide, wish or choose. Accept what is given to you. Accept the fate. Be a looser or winner. Its just a state of mind. if becoming a looser helps you and brings peace may be you are better of.&lt;br /&gt;But I refuse. I refuse to take all those sh**s. And even if I am a looser and not happy I would choose my life. I would not let anyone else to decide my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MY FATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33375989-955995327823036795?l=nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/955995327823036795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33375989&amp;postID=955995327823036795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/955995327823036795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/955995327823036795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-fate.html' title='My Fate'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33375989.post-1609216455730519316</id><published>2008-01-01T23:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:56:44.088Z</updated><title type='text'>Year 2008 Ahead...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello and Happy New year 2008 to you and your family. May god fulfil all your wishes this new year and bring peace in your life And I hope every one wishes the same for me he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a retrospect I would say Year 2007 was very unsettling for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few important things happened in my family life like brothers marriage and then him becoming dad. Few very upsetting moments in life and some nice moments. For me it was a true self journey going through loads of drama, action and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career wise it was kind of get nothing loose nothing. I had tough time while working in a multicultural environment as a foreigner and surviving was the key. I was even awarded for my work this year. Although I didn't get any monetary benefit or raise in position still I feel better as a person and can say that I have survived and I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically I have lost 3 Kgs of weight but this is very recent. I think i need to spend more on food this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentally I can say that I have more EQ now then ever. I have detached myself from lots of things and primarily I care about things which really matters to me. This does not mean I have become rude or uncaring. I still care but I don't bother much when things are not under my control or I cant help even if I wish to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So What do I expect in year 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Career : I definitely need to go ahead and make some new achievements this year. Need to have more income and better profile. Will work on it and prioritise this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Better Home : Its time to stabilise myself and provided something better happens to my career wont mind settling in a new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Mentally : Getting better on IQ and EQ. Some new life skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. Physically : Not bothered much as long as I live healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. Luxury : Will reward myself at least once this year with something luxurious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I want you to enjoy and wish you achieve your goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of Luck... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33375989-1609216455730519316?l=nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/1609216455730519316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33375989&amp;postID=1609216455730519316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/1609216455730519316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/1609216455730519316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/2008/01/year-2008-ahead.html' title='Year 2008 Ahead...'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33375989.post-3191869364363293231</id><published>2007-10-15T23:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:26:06.386Z</updated><title type='text'>My First Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R264ff-69-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/1qo_0A7CDAc/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147254275431921634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R264ff-69-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/1qo_0A7CDAc/s320/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recently I bought my First Car.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Ford Escort 1.6 V 1997 Model&lt;/p&gt;All I say is that I llike it so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/33375989-3191869364363293231?l=nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/3191869364363293231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33375989&amp;postID=3191869364363293231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/3191869364363293231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/3191869364363293231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-first-car.html' title='My First Car'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R264ff-69-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/1qo_0A7CDAc/s72-c/DSC00008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33375989.post-9015225271896183342</id><published>2007-09-04T11:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T20:10:26.048+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems</title><content type='html'>First of all I want to say that I am going to write this small essay because my dear Nikesh (owner of this blog) asked me to do it although my writer skills are quite bad, but due to the fact that he thinks I have a passive position I will write a little bit and dedicate this to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title suggests, I am going to write about problems and more specifically if problems are really problems or the meaning of that word is a little bit unprecise.&lt;br /&gt;Problems come alone, you don't have to look for them, that is something everybody knows but, do they really come alone? In my city we say "Problems always bring something else with them" It may be another problem...or not.&lt;br /&gt;I think all depends on how we take problems. We have two options when we face a problem:&lt;br /&gt;1. We can take it very bad.We will only see the black part of the situation and think there is no solution.That's one of the sitiations when a problem bring another problem and we see all even blacker if there would be something blacker than black! This is the moment when we think it isn't logical, that those things shouldn't happen (and less to oneself) and...of course it souldn't happen but all is logical in this Universe and if it happens it could be because you deserved it, because it had to happen or because, as it happens most of the times, it bring you an opportunity, if you know how to see it. And now we can move to another point.&lt;br /&gt;2. We can take it as something that had to come. It is not that we take it gleefully because I still don't know anyone who get happy when s/he has a problem...but well, as I was saying, if we just try to be optimistic and look for a solution this is when we realise that problems can also be a good way to improve and to grow. As we say in my city ( as you can see my city, Murcia, is very rish in proverbs jeje) " No hay mal que por bien no venga" which basically means that there is no bad thing that doesn't come for a good one. With this I mean that logos ( the strench that tidies the Universe) always works if we help a little.&lt;br /&gt;Of course we can also stay passive, thinking that time cures all (another proverb of my city) but most of the times if we don't search for solutions nobody will do it for us. One day ago someone told me that we cannot sit and wait, we have to act. And it is very true. If you act all the strenths of Universe come together to help you as Paulo Coelho says.&lt;br /&gt;To finish, and also because I don't want to keep boring you more and to fill all Nikesh' blog, I just want to give you an advice: BE HAPPY and TRUST but never forget that only you are the owner of your life and if you don't control it, it will wander nobody knows where until it stops and it makes you feel your life was useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33375989-9015225271896183342?l=nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/9015225271896183342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33375989&amp;postID=9015225271896183342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/9015225271896183342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/9015225271896183342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/2007/09/problems.html' title='Problems'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33375989.post-3255274649241405970</id><published>2007-09-02T16:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T17:19:43.822+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Religiousity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sunday afternoon, had nice lunch and then sitting on sofa... Nice.. very nice...&lt;br /&gt;Room mates came and started talking about girls, whisky, clubs dancing.. better...&lt;br /&gt;then we started to talk about food and there came a topic for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;halaal&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haraam&lt;/span&gt; etc...&lt;br /&gt;One of the house mate said my parents are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hindu&lt;/span&gt; but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; follow religion and then the other guy said oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; you going to convert to Islam.. And he replied yes soon... then he said he does not like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hinduism&lt;/span&gt; as it has 13 million deities and gods with ten head and 14 hands etc. etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;. he is right in some sense. He mentioned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sati&lt;/span&gt; (Women sitting on pyre after her husband death) and other practices which a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hindu&lt;/span&gt; swears by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should we do? should we label Hinduism as a funny religion with funny practices? Well the answer is NO. I have no doubt that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hinduism&lt;/span&gt; has some problems ( Its just my view) but they are not because it preaches that. Its because of people who follow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hinduism&lt;/span&gt; and cant interpret some aspects of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every religion in my opinion has one motto. Live like humans. They teach you correct way of living. They tell you what to eat and what not to, they tell you what to wear, how to spend money etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinduism as a religion does the same. The practices which were right at one point of time can be wrong another point. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why religion need to get updated. It is the same with Hinduism.&lt;br /&gt;it needs to be revived. the unique part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hinduism&lt;/span&gt; is that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have one central point (like pope ) who decides (mostly in democratic way) what should be changed and what new things could be in place. Hinduism is very dynamic and it's been changed by practices done by its followers.&lt;br /&gt;Now the funny things like gods with 4 hands or 10 heads are basically a way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;immortalize&lt;/span&gt; a person who has lead his life in a great way and we should follow him. we say this god has 10 heads because that person was super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt;. Now why idolization of god is a big debate. Its actually depends on the person who wants to see the god to believe it. we as Hindu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that those people existed and did good for mankind. we dint had camera to take their photos then so we have to use our imaginations. Somebody like Krishna was amazingly charming so he had 16000 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;gfs&lt;/span&gt;. He was a great musician and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; was a person(became God) who gave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Hinduism&lt;/span&gt; a new way of life like "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Karm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;karo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;fal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;chinta&lt;/span&gt; mat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;karo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" implying we should do what we think should and we can and not bother much about the failures. He was more close to humans than other gods and was very recent. This certainly tells you that in Hinduism we have different gods at different times or ages because at that point of time there was a different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt; and different way of living was required.&lt;br /&gt;We have also adopted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Buddha&lt;/span&gt; as one of the avatars as he came and gave another idea and way of living. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt; some people just followed him and made another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;religion&lt;/span&gt;. Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Christianity&lt;/span&gt; got divided in catholic and protestants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end I would say that it is a great religion to follow. people who say its bad are the one who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know it. So we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; bother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; them and let them as they want to live another way and its their choice which is again a part of humanity which Hinduism &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;believes&lt;/span&gt;. Live and Let live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33375989-3255274649241405970?l=nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/3255274649241405970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33375989&amp;postID=3255274649241405970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/3255274649241405970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/3255274649241405970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/2007/09/religiousity.html' title='Religiousity'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33375989.post-7993605115252994896</id><published>2007-08-18T11:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T11:46:48.517+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning ( -_- )</title><content type='html'>Damn alarm!!!&lt;br /&gt;Woke me up as if I am going to office today.  I am not stupid! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; you know its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;!!!.  Above all I turned you off few weeks back but you just turned on to wake me up. How stupid and devil you are. I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell the manufacturer of this mobile made this feature.(Siemens C35) I want to sue them to harass me on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; morning. It makes me sick because I was dreaming a nice dream. What was I dreaming?? Oh sh** I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; remember my dream anymore. Damn damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways have to do a lot of work today like cleaning/washing/shopping all alone.. huh.. I wish it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see u soon blogger...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33375989-7993605115252994896?l=nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/7993605115252994896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33375989&amp;postID=7993605115252994896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/7993605115252994896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/7993605115252994896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/2007/08/saturday-morning.html' title='Saturday Morning ( -_- )'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33375989.post-2609965831391358283</id><published>2006-12-31T17:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-31T18:28:18.789Z</updated><title type='text'>Adios... 2006</title><content type='html'>And here I am standing on the dusk of 2006 looking foward for the new Dawn of 2007 to come.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a good year. For me specially I got almost everything I wanted. Started new things, experimeted new things, new friends, new locations, new Life.&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if I should stand out and cheer for the new year or should mourn on the death of 2006. I saw almost everything of life which i ever dreamt of last year. And I am not sure what 2007 has stored in for me. I am little frightened and may be sad to lose my lovely year 2006.&lt;br /&gt;But Yes I think t get On and go haead with it. As somebody said be an astrolger and not astronomer as a later u can never tuch and feel the gud things u study...&lt;br /&gt;So here is the plan..&lt;br /&gt;You can say my new year resolutions...&lt;br /&gt;1. Go and live life as I want to no more inhibitions...&lt;br /&gt;2. Start atleast a new activity.. ( i think i would learn spanish ...te quiero..)&lt;br /&gt;3. Try and improve my physique he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see how it goes..&lt;br /&gt;wish me gud luck and you rock the world this year..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33375989-2609965831391358283?l=nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/2609965831391358283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33375989&amp;postID=2609965831391358283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/2609965831391358283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/2609965831391358283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/2006/12/adios-2006.html' title='Adios... 2006'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33375989.post-377368360422013700</id><published>2006-12-19T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-20T10:12:55.037Z</updated><title type='text'>The bEst is YeT to cOme</title><content type='html'>Sometime I think..&lt;br /&gt;I have acheived a lot&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I think&lt;br /&gt;Still something to achieve&lt;br /&gt;Somtime I think&lt;br /&gt;The best is yet to come&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I feel&lt;br /&gt;there's something Missing....and the best is yet to come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33375989-377368360422013700?l=nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/377368360422013700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33375989&amp;postID=377368360422013700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/377368360422013700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/377368360422013700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/2006/12/something-missing.html' title='The bEst is YeT to cOme'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33375989.post-8104934253783527337</id><published>2006-12-19T21:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-19T22:29:20.362Z</updated><title type='text'>Wet eyes...</title><content type='html'>Today I was coming via train to london from Maidenhead. The train was late and came after 20 mins of its scheduled time. Earlier there was a train which stopped at Maidenhead and didn't go futher because of some engineering faults. So effectively there were passengers of three trains boarding on one. Somehow I got into the train and managed to get seat after taplow. Then I saw a Indian Girl sitting on the corner seat on the two row away. I didn't noticed her quite well as I was listening to my favourite singer Jagjit Singh.&lt;br /&gt;In fron of my seat there was a small girl sitting. She was travelling alone and her father/mother was calling her on every 10 mins. I could hear her even i was listening to the music a little loud. Whenever she picked up the phone she would very sweetly say- Helloooo, yeah.. I am okay..ummm i think we just crossed....slough ye..She was very brave girl she wasn't showing any sign of fear. She listend to songs and was quiet happy.&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime My eyes rolled over i saw the same Indian girl and noticed that she was quiet sad. She held a book in her hand and probaly was going through some sad scene. I wished i could take my eyes off but I could not. In a minute I saw her eyes when she moved her head up taking her one hand to her eyes and trying to rub the thumb on them like trying to get something out. .Her eyes were wet...and she was trying to get tears out using her thumb...&lt;br /&gt;I saw the light brown eyes which looked like a flower with dew on it..fading the colour but enhancing the beauty...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what exactly happend but I could not stop my eyes in getting wet and I moved my eyes but that met with the small girl sitting front of me...Now it was her turn...She didn't took out the slime though. ..The girl took a deep breath and slowly moved her head to the window...and I put my head down...&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be like that small girl...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33375989-8104934253783527337?l=nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/8104934253783527337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33375989&amp;postID=8104934253783527337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/8104934253783527337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/8104934253783527337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/2006/12/wet-eyes.html' title='Wet eyes...'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33375989.post-8524802557962782892</id><published>2006-12-16T14:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-17T01:02:30.167Z</updated><title type='text'>Sanyaas...Renuncation</title><content type='html'>Yes Its a new Idea in my life...&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering how much stress is it to be in contact. How much worth is it to tell someone that hey I am fine and ask how are u?? why these show offs when you really dont want to know how others are doing in there life.&lt;br /&gt;In todays world people are connected via so many mediums that most of the productive time goes into finding who wants to know what, who is doing what, who asked me this, answer those things even if you dont want. Someone known, somewone unknown, accountable, not accountable, whoever and whatever everyone is after you. May be its time for me to take renunciation.&lt;br /&gt;I got an idea now that i would be out of contact with people like those. Just like earlier munis or sadhus went for sanyas/renunciation. Concentrate on studies /job / life in general/ my family and thats it. Yes I know you would say I am mean. And I know even if I dont be mean and try to be polite there would be some point in life when you would say so. So why not now when I can afford it physically, mentally and economically.&lt;br /&gt;So here is my plan. I am disconnecting myself from internet (deleted orkut, stopped using gmail) deleted phone numbers of most of the distant ones. Now for next one month I am going to revolutionaize my life. I would do whatever for MY happiness. I would be accountable for myself.  I would ask about myself and I would work for myself.&lt;br /&gt;God forbid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33375989-8524802557962782892?l=nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/8524802557962782892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33375989&amp;postID=8524802557962782892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/8524802557962782892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/8524802557962782892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/2006/12/sanyaasrenuncation.html' title='Sanyaas...Renuncation'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33375989.post-116367766416317042</id><published>2006-11-16T11:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:47:44.163Z</updated><title type='text'>Big City Life...</title><content type='html'>huh.. After lot of days I have got a chance and thought of writing something.. I wasn't expecting but few of my good friends did ask me why am I not writing blogs.. Seems like they liked or hate my blogs. Well whatever the case may be.. They still wanted it so here it is&lt;br /&gt;New city new life..&lt;br /&gt;by this time I have seen many cities including my home town Patna.. Which ofcourse like most but I can say that might be one of the most hated cities for people not living there. Reason are many and I don't wanan discuss here but just one line is that they all don't know what it is. One day it will shine a sthe best city of all.&lt;br /&gt;well moving to different cities has its own charm and challenges..Language, culture, trasportation, commodities and all other sort of things could be different.. and when the city is outside your own country then he number of things that are different could be many.Especialy when you are alone in that city.. everthing is new.. u gotta esablish new connection new friends, rapport wid collegues and managers..new ways of transportation.. its just like starting your life once again..you leave your memories, good work, bad work, relations be it bad or good everything..it also gives you a chance to think whom, what, when u r missing d most..&lt;br /&gt;few things which are good are .. you realize yourself.. u get a lone time to get those slime water out of your body in a corner where nobody can see you..&lt;br /&gt;there are many reason to love it or hate it..still life is going on.. may be for a better..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33375989-116367766416317042?l=nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/116367766416317042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33375989&amp;postID=116367766416317042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/116367766416317042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/116367766416317042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/2006/11/big-city-life.html' title='Big City Life...'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33375989.post-115865069159338870</id><published>2006-09-19T07:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T08:24:51.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me get kicked...</title><content type='html'>Hello I am a stone. An unnamed colourless stone. I used to enjoy life as a part of very big mountain. There was a tree which gave me shadow and saved me it rained. I was the happiest stone of the world. I loved that tree and knew nothing gonna happen to me that tree was quiet huge and had been there for ages.&lt;br /&gt;One day there was a huge storm. The tree fell down. I felt bad and i had lost the sense of security. I wished if some miracle happen nad the tree get standing again. But some bad men came ad get away with the tree. They loaded the tree in a truck. I wanted to follow the tree and that wish came true. I was also picked up by one of the kid who liked me( I guessed).&lt;br /&gt;The trcuk came to a big city. It was winter time I saw how those ruthlss people used that tree for burning and got he heat for themselves. I cried. I cried a lot but my tears did not came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid was very keen. He used to keep me in his pocket while outside his home. When he come inside he kept me on the sudy table. I started loving him. He was the cutest kid in entire world. Just before I though I am happy the kid lost me on his way to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lying on the road. Got kicked multiple times. I saw the streets. Huge streets. I felt the immense het of the sun. I felt the loving light of the moon. I got drenched in the rain. It all happened. I love to get kicked now. Afterall every new kick gave me a new place. The new place has its own charm own challenges own potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day happened when all my dirt got away. I started shining. Some priest saw me and went to the holy river. He washed me and uttered few mantras. I was excited. I felt the river water very cool and gentle. The Priest kept me in his small jholi and went to the temple. He then put me in front of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People came and worshipped god. They used to offer grains milk every thing.  I was very happy. I just praised god that he gaev mesuch a position. I have no hard feelings about my previous loss. I enjoyed being with god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days passed by. The people decided to place a new idol may be of gold. Tehy got the new one and replaced the old one. again I folloed my god. They kept us in the boat went to the middle of river andthrew us in the river. Me and my god were staying together. But that was'nt permanent too. The river current came and took me to the shore.&lt;br /&gt;I am still on the shore. I see the river. I see the sand and I get kicked every day. I am waiting for my ust to gt over and I would shine again...&lt;br /&gt;Till then let me get kicked...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33375989-115865069159338870?l=nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/115865069159338870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33375989&amp;postID=115865069159338870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/115865069159338870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/115865069159338870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/2006/09/let-me-get-kicked.html' title='Let me get kicked...'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33375989.post-115849054128429870</id><published>2006-09-17T11:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:44:07.876Z</updated><title type='text'>Death behind life</title><content type='html'>Its an Immense Pleasure...&lt;br /&gt;You keep the eyes wide open...&lt;br /&gt;but Cant see a Thing.&lt;br /&gt;The room is quiet dark..&lt;br /&gt;But you see the white flasing light.&lt;br /&gt;You are alone...&lt;br /&gt;But heart is out there with someone.&lt;br /&gt;There is no happiness...&lt;br /&gt;But you love being sad.&lt;br /&gt;People say this is Love...&lt;br /&gt;I call it Death. To start your life afresh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33375989-115849054128429870?l=nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/115849054128429870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33375989&amp;postID=115849054128429870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/115849054128429870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/115849054128429870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/2006/09/death-behind-life.html' title='Death behind life'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33375989.post-115810693445408242</id><published>2006-09-13T01:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T01:22:14.463+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>I know that this is Fire.&lt;br /&gt;I know that it will burn me.&lt;br /&gt;I know all I gonna get is ashes.&lt;br /&gt;Still I long for that one Moment to feel that I am ALIVE.&lt;br /&gt;Finally...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33375989-115810693445408242?l=nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/115810693445408242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33375989&amp;postID=115810693445408242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/115810693445408242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/115810693445408242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33375989.post-115711851217157561</id><published>2006-09-01T14:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T08:18:33.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the Place I belong : my Home: I call it Paradise.</title><content type='html'>What else can you say about your home. Its nothing less than a paradise. Once I used be scared of coming home. Ofcourse playing feild was more important. I wanted to stay out there playing with mates. Wandering around, chasing girls, standing on the nukkad chai walla and smoking the heart out, waitng for the one glimpse of the most beautiful girl of the colony. Home was not made for me. Mom always used to say "Do you think that this a hotel? You come at 8.00 pm eat go to bed and hen go early in the morninga and do the matargasti with all your friends". And I used to say nothing. keep your head down, change clothes and sit on the table where Worlds Best food is served Hot and smokin. There were also days when I hated school and never wanted to get out of houe. I always had a severe stomach pain right when i had to get ready for school. What a tragedy!!! My school teacher once complained to my papa he never comes to school still he is geting average marks( i always manged around 60% marks). If he comes to school he would definatley get good marks. I remeber my pap saying" Yes ofcourse I will send him". But He never forced me to go to school. He stood even agains mom and said let him study in home. I was a blessed child no doubt!.&lt;br /&gt;I missed my home now very much as I dont get those food and the warmth because I work in a different town. Now i have to depend on the mercy of the bagal ka chai wala to give me good tea. i beg the hotel wala to prepare thin aata wal chapati. he still does not. I never find fresh&lt;br /&gt;made food at the hotel as i go late there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How rightly Jagjit sing has sung this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh doulat bhi lelo,yeh shohrat bhi lelo&lt;br /&gt;,bhalle chheenlo mujhse meri jawaanii,&lt;br /&gt;magr mujh ko lotado bachpan ki yadein,&lt;br /&gt;woh kaghaz kii kashti,woh barish ka panii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beleive me friends these fact you would only recognise when you are out of home. You would realize that there no better place than home. Wish you alll friend who are out of there home a happy journey to the PARADISE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33375989-115711851217157561?l=nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/115711851217157561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33375989&amp;postID=115711851217157561' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/115711851217157561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/115711851217157561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-place-i-belong-my-home-i-call.html' title='This is the Place I belong : my Home: I call it Paradise.'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33375989.post-115696831321797083</id><published>2006-08-30T21:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T19:09:04.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Train No. 6429.</title><content type='html'>PPPOOOOOONNNNNN...Whistle...Screech....And then wada wada wada...biryani-2..chai chai chai...sir maaf kar dijiye.. agese nahi hoga.. sir mujhe pata nahi tha...Yatrigun kripya Dhyan den Train No. 6429 Sampark Kranti Express jo yashwantpur(Bangalore) se chal kar Nayi dilli H Nizamuddin tak jati hai platform number 7 pe aa chuki hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dreaming but when that police wala really started beating him up I knew I am not dreaming. I looked at my mobile it was 5.15 in the morning when my train reached the Bullarshah station. I was feling very sleepy as I started sleeping by 0030 to 0045 hrs. Thanks to the novel "The fountainhead" which I was reading and the way Ayn rand keeps you sticked to it untill your eye lid really starts dripping. I really never enjoyed getting up early in the morning. Infact I hate it but ofcourse situations do not let you do whatever you want.When I started from bangalore to reach delhi I was told from many friends what will you do of so much money you earn. why dont you go by flight? why dont you altleast take a 3 tier AC ticket for&lt;br /&gt;the train. And I replied "I dont like AC (I really dont) and I have enough leaves so I dont want&lt;br /&gt;to waste 2000 bucks in fare for a single day loss." But at that point of time I was really thinking that I took a wrong decision. All i wanted was sound sleep which you really could not take as security in Sleeper class is less and keep waking up time by time and check if your luggage is still there.I was really pi**ed of when I saw the Hawaldar bashing up that little guy showing no mercy. I think the guy may not have taken the ticket ( He was looking very poor and innocent). I saw him begging for a while then the hawakdar took him to the corner and I could not see anymore. In the meantime I came outside of the coach had a cup of tea from the vendor and saw the beautiful sunrise. Bullarshah is a very small station and has no station complex. Just a shade and a small ticket counter. I saw the sun rising very slowly and heard the beautiful chirping sound of birds. The wind was blowing very softly and had little moisture with it. I closed my eyes and started feeling the wind. It was an awesome feeling. You can compare with the same feeling when your mother would have kept her hand on your head and combed your hair through the fingers or may be your beloved keeping her soft hands on your face and moving slowly till the chin. I realized how important in you life is to go early bed and wake up early. I have been really missing this beautiful view and feeling since I started working. The sun rays were very gentle this time to me and I could see the sun directly eye to eye. It really gave me a great sense of pride( i really cant explain why). The reddish sun is all like a loving father who has opened his arms in the form of rays and kisssing you with his gentle warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was enjoing all this veiw and all of a sudden my eyes stopped on the same boy and the Hawaldar at the footover bridge. The hawaldar was giving the direction to the guy. I wonder they must have ompromised and now the Hawaldar was showing him the way to get out of the station. That gave me a sense of releif as I was really wondering what would happen to that poor guy. Not that I am anti government and promoting theft or something. But Ofcourse being a human i feel sad when a small guy like this getting bashed up.God knows what exact things he might have gone through to be trapped like this.Anyways I hope the guy must have taken a lesson and would not let this happen to him. Well This morning started with a bad note but it definaltely gave me a lesson of getting up early and the guy not to indulge in whatever crime he did. I really look forward for this kind of second class sleeper trip in which I will keep getting new lessons of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salaam train no 6429&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33375989-115696831321797083?l=nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/115696831321797083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33375989&amp;postID=115696831321797083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/115696831321797083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/115696831321797083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/2006/08/train-no-6429.html' title='Train No. 6429.'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33375989.post-115668478803416046</id><published>2006-08-27T10:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T08:18:57.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord and Lordship...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2585/3664/1600/ganesha.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2585/3664/320/ganesha.png" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord and Lordship...&lt;br /&gt;Today India is celebrating Lord Ganesha Chaturthi... Lord Ganesha in iNdia is one of the most devaouted god and praised. He has been into talks because of several reasons. His peculiar style makes him immaculate the death of my father I became an Atheist. I became a self believer and always used to try and come out from difficult situations on my own. This was good in one way but then I always felt being a mediocre guy. I never kept high ambitions just did whatever came in hand. And I think that is the the difference in a believer and non believer. A believer is always optimistic and has high aims with firm belief that whatever will happen will be good. He always try to be focused on the target rather than other influencing factors. Now speaking about Lord ganesha I feel that he is unique in all the deities all over the world. He really symbolizes symbiotic living between the Animal and the The Social Animal. On that note I would mention that one day I heard somewhere that he could be the first case of Transplantation of animal organs and the man. Well he has always been kind to me. I have recalled him in difficult times and my difficult times have faded within a day or two. I started believing in god when I was in Mumbai and was really struggling for a good career. I went to Lord Ganesha temple in Andheri called Siddhi Vinayaka and asked favors for my sister (She asked me to ask favors for her). I don't know if she was benefited but in a day or two I got the job which I wanted long time back.&lt;br /&gt;The pic which I have attached with this blog (I found it on google just by typing Ganesh) truly explains all messages given by ganesha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33375989-115668478803416046?l=nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/115668478803416046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33375989&amp;postID=115668478803416046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/115668478803416046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/115668478803416046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/2006/08/lord-and-lordship.html' title='Lord and Lordship...'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33375989.post-115662706763895570</id><published>2006-08-26T22:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T22:17:47.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Seee Whos driving..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2585/3664/1600/See%20the%20ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" height="256" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2585/3664/320/See%20the%20ride.jpg" width="349" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33375989-115662706763895570?l=nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/115662706763895570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33375989&amp;postID=115662706763895570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/115662706763895570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/115662706763895570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/2006/08/seee-whos-driving.html' title='Seee Whos driving..'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33375989.post-115662647637399743</id><published>2006-08-26T22:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T22:12:48.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love..adorable love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love...Now I am writing on the topic which could have been described by billions of people in more than zillion ways. Love&lt;br /&gt;is the most fascinating word but i feel less commonly used. The moment a child/new life gets concieved we know its a&lt;br /&gt;result of a love of some one towards someone. We love lot of people and we hate too. But in my opinion we hate&lt;br /&gt;someone because we love someone. There is a degree of comparision in feelings I guess the lowest marks in love gets&lt;br /&gt;the title "Hate". Apart from degree there are forms of love. This basically depends upon the subject and the object of love. i would&lt;br /&gt;not get into all of them but surely like to mention few.. like the divine maternal, the sacred paternal, The&lt;br /&gt;compettitive brother and the forgiving sister. And then comes the most disputed Love... Romantic love.&lt;br /&gt;Romantic one is the most discussed and popular one. No doubt we all fall in love... that in degrees like first&lt;br /&gt;crush..peppy desire..scintillating lust..posessive friend and then THE selfless love ( you are welcome to add few&lt;br /&gt;more). First you like the object then you thought of having one then you keep that with u always further you dont&lt;br /&gt;ant to share this wid anyone and finally a level comes when u dont even think abt yourself all you think is how to&lt;br /&gt;keep ur mate happy. you forget about yourself and selflessly you find ways to make ur mate happy. This is attainable&lt;br /&gt;but in stages. Unfortunately in my life there were stages which came but cud not reach to the place where i could have said i am in&lt;br /&gt;LOVe. But Do I know the term Love. yes I do. Yes I have felt it but wasnt reciprocated. No i am not a broken&lt;br /&gt;heart...As I know how to mend the one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33375989-115662647637399743?l=nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/115662647637399743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33375989&amp;postID=115662647637399743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/115662647637399743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/115662647637399743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/2006/08/loveadorable-love_26.html' title='Love..adorable love'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33375989.post-115659862263983107</id><published>2006-08-26T14:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T05:20:47.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Mood Swing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I was quite happy when I woke up. Came to office met everyone with a smile, made some jokes, had food in cafeteria while listening to FM. Went back to workstation. All of a sudden I felt different. I cant explain what it was exactly but may be try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like an emptiness. Its like a wish you want but you don't want. You are in dilemma. You feel that life has been unfair to you this mean that I have a boring job. Or something else. I met a a good friend of mine and she said may be its home sickness. But I don't think so. I would not say this feeling as Home sickness. I see people moving in office. Someone so busy with work that he does even respond to a hello. Some one having enough time to have 2 -3 cups of tea in a row and standing with the Coffee/Tea vending machine only. I was busy and now I am free. The guy who has work is tensed. The guy who is enjoying tea is happy. What feeling do I have??? Why I am neither happy nor sad nor normal. I feel clogged. Should I be bloggedYes I should....Please welcome my first blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Name for me today : Confuscious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33375989-115659862263983107?l=nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/115659862263983107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33375989&amp;postID=115659862263983107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/115659862263983107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/115659862263983107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/2006/08/mood-swing.html' title=''/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33375989.post-115659598380252374</id><published>2006-08-26T13:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T18:39:19.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Air...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2585/3664/1600/Blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2585/3664/320/Blog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33375989-115659598380252374?l=nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/feeds/115659598380252374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33375989&amp;postID=115659598380252374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/115659598380252374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33375989/posts/default/115659598380252374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikesh-nandan.blogspot.com/2006/08/fresh-air.html' title='Fresh Air...'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11814887920274192077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TLXaLZ0ptzQ/R3rVRv-6-AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hEZNtKfqLGU/S220/CNV00001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
