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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-523588504376477545</id><published>2011-04-28T18:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-28T18:26:42.694+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SLUM TOURISM !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BY BBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-523588504376477545?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/523588504376477545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=523588504376477545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/523588504376477545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/523588504376477545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2011/04/thoughtday.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-603208691577650310</id><published>2011-02-01T18:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-01T18:05:52.681+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>"It feels good when you can let go off some memories, emotions and people when you had dared you would miss them forever" :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;By Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-603208691577650310?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-6462889100873105007</id><published>2010-12-27T13:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-27T13:13:26.325+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>"At times you feel you are suffering the maximum until you hear about others and you feel you are doing much better..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-6462889100873105007?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/6462889100873105007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=6462889100873105007' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/6462889100873105007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/6462889100873105007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2010/12/thoughtday.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-7371701506185519758</id><published>2010-10-25T10:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-25T10:59:20.230+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Meaning@Politics</title><content type='html'>"Politics (from Greek πολιτικος, [politikós]: «citizen», «civilian»), is a process by which groups of people make collective decisions." says Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But are we using the word in its true sense?&lt;br /&gt;We associate politics with any matter related to corruption.&lt;br /&gt;Infact Politics = Corruption, which is true ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep repeating... Politics is there in every field, be it sports, universities, corporate etc. Again here by politics we mean corruption and not collective decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time that we shouldn't associate both the words, only then may be we can eradicate Corruption from Politics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-7371701506185519758?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/7371701506185519758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=7371701506185519758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7371701506185519758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-4839146370425201244?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/4839146370425201244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=4839146370425201244' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/4839146370425201244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/4839146370425201244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2010/09/thoughtday.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-122610933288587019</id><published>2010-07-12T17:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-12T17:16:17.313+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>"Facing your own fears is the greatest fear"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;By Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-122610933288587019?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/122610933288587019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=122610933288587019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/122610933288587019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/122610933288587019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2010/07/thoughtday.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-8328720935721818970</id><published>2010-05-07T12:32:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-07T12:48:23.922+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>"Misunderstandings=Fatal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;By Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-8328720935721818970?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/8328720935721818970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=8328720935721818970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8328720935721818970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8328720935721818970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2010/05/thoughtday.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-373639859275407907</id><published>2010-04-24T15:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-24T15:10:37.057+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>"Technologically Handicapped".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;By Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-373639859275407907?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/373639859275407907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=373639859275407907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/373639859275407907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/373639859275407907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/thoughtday_24.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-8087063592641763715</id><published>2010-04-18T13:19:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-18T13:24:19.969+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Single@'Kabab Mein Haddi'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Tum Kabab Mein Haddi Kyun Ban Rahe Ho"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone around you is in a Relationship... What are Singles suppose to do?... Be Loners :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-8087063592641763715?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/8087063592641763715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=8087063592641763715' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8087063592641763715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8087063592641763715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/singlekabab-mein-haddi.html' title='Single@&apos;Kabab Mein Haddi&apos;'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-6279205843005146623</id><published>2010-04-15T12:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-15T12:08:43.743+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>"Nostalgia is Comforting".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;By Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-6279205843005146623?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/6279205843005146623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=6279205843005146623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/6279205843005146623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/6279205843005146623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2010/04/thoughtday.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-8999469188631805416</id><published>2010-03-25T12:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-25T12:28:31.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>" There's no feeling like the winning in sport and it makes all of life's little pains and irritations disappear".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Dale Steyn, RCB Bowler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-8999469188631805416?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/8999469188631805416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=8999469188631805416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8999469188631805416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8999469188631805416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2010/03/thoughtday_25.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-9107229999820480830</id><published>2010-03-10T11:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:05:11.676+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>"Permanent Problems are better than Inconsistent Problems".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-9107229999820480830?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/9107229999820480830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=9107229999820480830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/9107229999820480830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/9107229999820480830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2010/03/thoughtday.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-7070839793872355066</id><published>2009-12-28T18:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:19:22.422+05:30</updated><title type='text'>@Unbelievable</title><content type='html'>One just flew over my head... A Kite (Bird) flew over, but not without leaving bleeding scars on my head...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-7070839793872355066?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/7070839793872355066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=7070839793872355066' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7070839793872355066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7070839793872355066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2009/12/strange.html' title='@Unbelievable'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-7250593685225145960</id><published>2009-11-29T17:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:05:42.529+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>"Instead of blindly following the concept of sustainability we should get our basics right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;By Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-7250593685225145960?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/7250593685225145960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=7250593685225145960' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7250593685225145960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7250593685225145960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2009/11/thoughtday.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-5518802458219856344</id><published>2009-11-08T15:35:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:13:03.815+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast@Langoor</title><content type='html'>..ahahha...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, at the institute canteen I was having breakfast with some of my friends. Saw this dog staring at everyone's food and her eyes said "I am starving"....This dog had given birth to few puppies some days back. So I decided to feed her with some more biscuits that were in my bag. It pounced at the biscuits and finished them in a moment. Looking at that, I thought she was really hungry and so decide to feed her with more biscuits. Bought a packet, started giving her the biscuits and kept looking with amazement at the speed she was munching them. And then....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, a langoor jumped from nowhere on her and they started with a fight that lasted for few seconds... And fortunately the skinny dog backed out instantly otherwise she would have been blown away by the langoor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The langoor almost jumped on the biscuit packet that I was in my hand and I reacted by throwing the packet to the person sitting right in front of me... And he jumped on him. But luckily the langoor moved away and sat right next to me and started staring in my eyes... it was f***ing frightening. For the next 10 minutes it didn't move so did we. He kept wondering where were the biscuits. Everyone in the canteen was staring at us and were amused and having fun. I had hidden the biscuits behind my bag. Abruptly the friend sitting next to me threw the biscuits at a distance and finally langoor went off and all of us slowly walked off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously it was a breakfast that I will remember for some years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my second such encounter with a langoor, previously I woke up in the morning in the hostel room to find a langoor sitting right next to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-5518802458219856344?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/5518802458219856344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=5518802458219856344' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/5518802458219856344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/5518802458219856344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2009/11/breakfastlangoor.html' title='Breakfast@Langoor'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-696631763630164625</id><published>2009-09-30T12:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-30T12:47:17.923+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>"Past can never be erased from the memories, even when a patient starts getting his memory back, he is examined on the basis of what he remembers from the past".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;By anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-696631763630164625?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/696631763630164625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=696631763630164625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/696631763630164625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/696631763630164625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughtday.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-3333343769789273708</id><published>2009-09-21T19:29:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:35:46.182+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Experience@Indian Public Service</title><content type='html'>"A dead fish can dirty the whole pond": This is the story of the Indian Public Service Department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most of the Indian Public Service Departments(PSD) have never been respected by the Indian Citizens because of the corruption that prevails. Torturing normal and innocent citizens for no reason and letgo the culprits has been a common phenomenon in various public departments. Tele-Serial "Office-Office" was able to bring out this aspect of the public service departments brilliantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most of us genuinely don't have high regards for these PSDs except the Army and other Defence departments in the country. Rest are just a source of getting things done. As a matter of fact there are few good people in the PSDs who are there at the service of the citizens. But certain section of people in PSDs manage to earn a bad name for themselves and tarnish the image of their respective departments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me write this post, is the incident that happened with me yesterday at the DADAR station in Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a train to catch from Dadar station to Ahmedabad. I reached Dadar Station from Mahim by Taxi. After reaching the station, I went to the inquiry counter to find out the platform number from where the train was to depart. I didn't get any proper answer. On my way to finding the correct platform I found a female friend who too was struggling to locate the right platform. So we both started hunting together. And in the process we ended up reaching the wrong platform and after asking a hawker there we finally got the correct answer. So while walking from the wrong platform to the correct platform we were stopped by some TC in some blue clothes, who asked for the ticket. We showed our tickets which said reservation from Mumbai Central. But the TC was not ready to listen to us and was arguing with both of us that we were at the wrong platform. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed at the allegation that was made at us. If I am correct, if we have genuine ticket we can be on any platform. But the TC was after our life and said you can't be on any other platform except the one from where the train departs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took both of us to some shabby room on PLATFORM NO.5, WESTERN RAILWAY, DADAR, where there were 2-3 more people who were getting unnecessarily tortured by the TCs. I told him that we were struggling to find the right platform and by mistake ended up at the wrong platform, but he was not ready to listen and asked for Rs. 504 as FINE. I argued with him for some 15 minutes but in VAIN. He abused me with nasty words such as " TU CHOR LAGTA HAIN SAALE, HARAMI HAIN, MUMBAI MEIN LADKI GHUMA RAHA HAIN" and many more such words. I was totally disgusted but was helpless as I had a train to catch in 5 minutes. When I told him that I am getting late for the train he replied " MAA CHUDAIYE TRAIN". There were two more TCs there, and when I asked them to help me out, they didn't bother to even reply back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then called another friend of mine, who was standing few meters away from the place where I was getting abused. TC said " Yeh sharif lagta hain isilye mein tujhe chor raha hu, par tujhe Rs. 254 fine dena hoga". I said, but why should I pay a fine, without any fault of mine. But he was not ready to listen and I ended up paying the fine as I had to catch the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not the only one who was humiliated but also few others. The TCs were asking for fine from others and in the process they were literally putting their hands inside their pants, all over and snatching money. It was absolutely a hideous act. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I left the room with my frustration level at its highest level, I went to another TC on the platform asking him if the fine was valid. He said " Aisa kuch nahi hota and he can't fine you". I asked him for help, he said " Mujhe Kya Pata". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't do anything and had to leave with a disgusted feeling. Felt as if I was totally fooled and ridiculed by these irresponsible public service people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herewith i am attaching the reservation ticket and the excess fare ticket receipt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SreUuyYzvsI/AAAAAAAAA-0/xcySTu2Es84/s1600-h/DSC06178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SreUuyYzvsI/AAAAAAAAA-0/xcySTu2Es84/s320/DSC06178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383935411065437890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SreUuWVZkcI/AAAAAAAAA-s/BO3_dnFu6yk/s1600-h/DSC06177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SreUuWVZkcI/AAAAAAAAA-s/BO3_dnFu6yk/s320/DSC06177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383935403534946754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can do something about this and atleast make sure that these things are not repeated in future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-3333343769789273708?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/3333343769789273708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=3333343769789273708' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/3333343769789273708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/3333343769789273708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2009/09/dead-fish-can-dirty-whole-pond-this-is.html' title='Experience@Indian Public Service'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SreUuyYzvsI/AAAAAAAAA-0/xcySTu2Es84/s72-c/DSC06178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-1157688571646093641</id><published>2009-09-11T10:56:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:04:18.423+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic@Favorites</title><content type='html'>Nostalgia is something that never seems to go, as the time passes by, the emotion seems to get stronger and deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports has always been my Favorite. Have grownup seeing various sports like tennis, cricket, formula one, football, athletics, table tennis and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, I had followed certain players in different games. Some of them being favorites and some just time pass :P I think everyone has a favorite in a particular sport which acts as a catalyst for one to keep following the game till the drive to follow finally fades away... .. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these years I have been stalking specific players and the two players who have always kept me motivating are Sachin Tendulkar in Cricket and Steffi Graf in Tennis. Out of the two one has retired and Tendulkar is inching towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even 10 years after her retirement, I can't believe that she is not playing professional tennis anymore. Even today I can watch her past matches on youtube and read articles written about her years back. So great has been her aura that she still manages to bring a smile on my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tendulkar. There was a time when I was so nervous watching him play that I would change the channel (Similar was the story when Graf used to play). The sole reason I started following cricket was Tendulkar. Today the whole world is speculating about his retirement, which is sooner or later going to come true. For sure even years after his retirement I can read about him and watch his innings online. The day he announces his retirement, will mean a curtain on an era that will never be repeated and end of my motivation to follow cricket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-1157688571646093641?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/1157688571646093641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=1157688571646093641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/1157688571646093641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/1157688571646093641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2009/09/nostalgicfavorites.html' title='Nostalgic@Favorites'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-7149818847897241829</id><published>2009-08-18T13:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:25:31.633+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>"We all are hypocrites, but one should atleast try to minimize it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;By Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-7149818847897241829?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/7149818847897241829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=7149818847897241829' title='232 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7149818847897241829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7149818847897241829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2009/08/thoughtday_18.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>232</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-2235099807480492981</id><published>2009-08-07T17:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:39:36.581+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>'To decide whether or not to cross the line is the biggest dilemma.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-2235099807480492981?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/2235099807480492981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=2235099807480492981' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/2235099807480492981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/2235099807480492981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2009/08/thoughtday_07.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-1614757169522287453</id><published>2009-08-03T12:57:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:24:36.370+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>'Trust can never be Measured or Assured.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- When does one decide to trust someone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-1614757169522287453?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/1614757169522287453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=1614757169522287453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/1614757169522287453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/1614757169522287453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2009/08/thoughtday.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-7227293886796283415</id><published>2009-07-19T15:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:40:14.995+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just@Thought</title><content type='html'>Does recycling of products lead to use of more products.... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thought came to my mind...we use certain products more, just thinking that the certain products are recyclable... what about the energy that goes in recycling those products?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-7227293886796283415?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/7227293886796283415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=7227293886796283415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7227293886796283415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7227293886796283415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2009/07/justthought.html' title='Just@Thought'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-8200811576373388025</id><published>2009-07-05T13:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:27:40.782+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>"EGO Trips can never lead you to the correct destinations"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-8200811576373388025?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/8200811576373388025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=8200811576373388025' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8200811576373388025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8200811576373388025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2009/07/thoughtday.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-5836744389277123378</id><published>2009-06-20T17:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:37:06.649+05:30</updated><title type='text'>@WHY?</title><content type='html'>Why does it happen at times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You know a person for years, but you still really don't know the person.&lt;br /&gt;*And you know the person for few days, and it seems you know everything about the individual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its about quality and not quantity... but still I fail to understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-5836744389277123378?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/5836744389277123378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=5836744389277123378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/5836744389277123378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/5836744389277123378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2009/06/why.html' title='@WHY?'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-3783251518254469154</id><published>2009-06-17T11:45:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:55:08.854+05:30</updated><title type='text'>@Thinking</title><content type='html'>I always keep wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it good to live a planned future?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it better to let tomorrow be a mystery...? &lt;br /&gt;OR take each day as it comes...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-3783251518254469154?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/3783251518254469154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=3783251518254469154' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/3783251518254469154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/3783251518254469154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2009/06/thinking.html' title='@Thinking'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-5710747696366954129</id><published>2009-05-09T20:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:42:05.882+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>'Happy Realizations' just don't last... argghhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-5710747696366954129?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-8538637523304174256</id><published>2009-05-05T19:28:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:34:11.985+05:30</updated><title type='text'>@OneYear</title><content type='html'>It was 5th May 2008 when I submitted my most treasured document till date and may be for years to come... "MY DIPLOMA DOCUMENT" ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-8538637523304174256?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/8538637523304174256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=8538637523304174256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8538637523304174256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8538637523304174256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2009/05/oneyear.html' title='@OneYear'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-5372985244691074849</id><published>2009-04-19T13:06:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:00:00.627+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Recently@Mind</title><content type='html'>Forgetting ways...&lt;br /&gt;Too many emotions flooding my mind... &lt;br /&gt;Finding it difficult to remember names...&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are gone few seconds later...&lt;br /&gt;Distracted by slightest of distraction...&lt;br /&gt;What were the things planned for the day????? arghhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have lost my MIND...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-5372985244691074849?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/5372985244691074849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=5372985244691074849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/5372985244691074849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/5372985244691074849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2009/04/recentlymind.html' title='Recently@Mind'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-4659782459819717395</id><published>2009-03-28T19:04:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:14:56.010+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>Everyone is Lucky... Its just that we consider ourselves Unlucky if we don't get what we want... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-4659782459819717395?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/4659782459819717395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=4659782459819717395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/4659782459819717395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/4659782459819717395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughtday_28.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-3567778308658522390</id><published>2009-03-16T11:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:29:28.847+05:30</updated><title type='text'>@Sketches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sb3qeEi-YmI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/bwkXZzXnOr4/s1600-h/124DSC02658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sb3qeEi-YmI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/bwkXZzXnOr4/s320/124DSC02658.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313660937704464994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sb3qc-DIc0I/AAAAAAAAA1I/BSeOrht7EJY/s1600-h/123DSC02662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sb3qc-DIc0I/AAAAAAAAA1I/BSeOrht7EJY/s320/123DSC02662.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313660918780425026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-3567778308658522390?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/3567778308658522390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=3567778308658522390' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/3567778308658522390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/3567778308658522390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2009/03/sketches.html' title='@Sketches'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sb3qeEi-YmI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/bwkXZzXnOr4/s72-c/124DSC02658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-1794438135535410493</id><published>2009-03-14T14:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:23:49.851+05:30</updated><title type='text'>@One Year</title><content type='html'>14th March... Exactly a year ago I finished my Diploma.... &lt;br /&gt;It seems it was just yesterday and at times it feels like "It has been so long"...&lt;br /&gt;But the things haven't changed much since then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-1794438135535410493?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/1794438135535410493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=1794438135535410493' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/1794438135535410493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/1794438135535410493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-year.html' title='@One Year'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-5125680470242273316</id><published>2009-03-08T16:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:56:39.500+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>Wish I was a Bird.. Could fly across the globe without paying fares and taxes... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-5125680470242273316?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/5125680470242273316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=5125680470242273316' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/5125680470242273316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/5125680470242273316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughtday.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-3262196764780343844</id><published>2009-02-16T22:52:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:26:44.210+05:30</updated><title type='text'>@Hate</title><content type='html'>I hate so many things...&lt;br /&gt;I hate hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;(I am a diplomat)&lt;br /&gt;I hate yap yap yap.&lt;br /&gt;(I can’t keep shut)&lt;br /&gt;I hate mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;(I live with it)&lt;br /&gt;I hate being snapped at.&lt;br /&gt;(Unknowingly I am rude at times)&lt;br /&gt;I hate PDA.&lt;br /&gt;(I don’t mind attention)&lt;br /&gt;I hate reptiles.&lt;br /&gt;(I am no less creepy)&lt;br /&gt;I hate snakes.&lt;br /&gt;(I like it on TV)&lt;br /&gt;I hate him...&lt;br /&gt;I hate her...&lt;br /&gt;I hate this…&lt;br /&gt;I hate that…&lt;br /&gt;And you know what else I hate... :P :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-3262196764780343844?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/3262196764780343844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=3262196764780343844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/3262196764780343844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/3262196764780343844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate.html' title='@Hate'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-6516008109324880522</id><published>2009-02-05T11:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:21:39.993+05:30</updated><title type='text'>@So Many...</title><content type='html'>So many.........&lt;br /&gt;So many needs...&lt;br /&gt;So many wants...&lt;br /&gt;So many desires...&lt;br /&gt;So many aspirations...&lt;br /&gt;So many opportunities…&lt;br /&gt;So many relationships...&lt;br /&gt;So many confusions...&lt;br /&gt;So many arguments...&lt;br /&gt;So many tensions...&lt;br /&gt;So many f*** ups...&lt;br /&gt;So many inhibitions…&lt;br /&gt;So many outbursts…&lt;br /&gt;So many fears...&lt;br /&gt;So many pains…&lt;br /&gt;So many gains…&lt;br /&gt;So many disasters…&lt;br /&gt;So many miracles…&lt;br /&gt;So many…….&lt;br /&gt;So many seems never ending…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-6516008109324880522?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/6516008109324880522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=6516008109324880522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/6516008109324880522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/6516008109324880522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-many.html' title='@So Many...'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-5517426476834308910</id><published>2009-01-16T17:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:22:19.567+05:30</updated><title type='text'>@?????</title><content type='html'>Never been so confused, indecisive and uncertain about life... that for every little thing I have to consult someone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-5517426476834308910?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/5517426476834308910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=5517426476834308910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/5517426476834308910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/5517426476834308910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='@?????'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-5331927041157271685</id><published>2009-01-11T22:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:10:33.989+05:30</updated><title type='text'>@WHY???</title><content type='html'>"What happened in Mumbai was an unpardonable crime": Pranab Mukherjee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the Mumbai Attacks are unpardonable??? What happened to all the other terrorist/militant attacks that have been happening over the years and especially in 2008. Only that the rich and famous were the casualties this time(Mumbai attacks)"its unpardonable"... Is it justified?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the enquiry on the attacks that happened in Ahmedabad, Bangalore, Delhi, Jaipur and especially Guwahati. Guwahati has already been hit by two more attacks this year...and we are just 10 days into 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why has nothing being done in these places? Why are they forgotten after a week's hype surrounding the massacre. Why? Just because innocent who lost their lives were not Page3 people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-5331927041157271685?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/5331927041157271685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=5331927041157271685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/5331927041157271685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/5331927041157271685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2009/01/why.html' title='@WHY???'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-2920828353404412907</id><published>2008-12-30T19:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:29:29.614+05:30</updated><title type='text'>@Sketches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SVopMhS9zwI/AAAAAAAAAog/UYFGi3eiKxI/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SVopMhS9zwI/AAAAAAAAAog/UYFGi3eiKxI/s400/a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285582407745785602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Edited on Photoshop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-2920828353404412907?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/2920828353404412907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=2920828353404412907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/2920828353404412907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/2920828353404412907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/12/sketches_30.html' title='@Sketches'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SVopMhS9zwI/AAAAAAAAAog/UYFGi3eiKxI/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-737791997983013500</id><published>2008-12-27T12:30:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:04:58.129+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Traffic@Ahmedabad</title><content type='html'>The traffic has increased many folds since I stepped for the first time in the historic city almost 4 years back. Few years back (as per my observations) there were hardly any traffic snarls, jams or anything... but today the scene is totally different. The number of vehicles on the road have just been on a constant rise and with no infrastructure to support it, Ahmedabad is on it's way of becoming yet another typical city of India where Traffic Chaos is a part of every commuter's life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Residents with very little traffic sense, helpless traffic police and streets under construction all the time for civil work, the situation is one of misery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-737791997983013500?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/737791997983013500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=737791997983013500' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/737791997983013500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/737791997983013500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/12/trafficeahmedabad.html' title='Traffic@Ahmedabad'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-6641787020675881242</id><published>2008-12-27T12:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:34:41.194+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>It really hurts when people disrespect your love and care for them. Its painful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-6641787020675881242?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/6641787020675881242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=6641787020675881242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/6641787020675881242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/6641787020675881242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/12/thoughtday.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-783152964788434971</id><published>2008-12-25T23:20:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:28:04.240+05:30</updated><title type='text'>@Sketches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SVRyFzkr6CI/AAAAAAAAAoI/XCoZF5Isx9Q/s1600-h/bDSC09653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SVRyFzkr6CI/AAAAAAAAAoI/XCoZF5Isx9Q/s320/bDSC09653.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283973706881427490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SVRyFn-YxAI/AAAAAAAAAoA/rnO1sv5sfO8/s1600-h/aDSC09657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SVRyFn-YxAI/AAAAAAAAAoA/rnO1sv5sfO8/s320/aDSC09657.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283973703767999490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SVRyFSrdHuI/AAAAAAAAAn4/2vN8lQkvuDM/s1600-h/cDSC09663+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SVRyFSrdHuI/AAAAAAAAAn4/2vN8lQkvuDM/s320/cDSC09663+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283973698051448546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-783152964788434971?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/783152964788434971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=783152964788434971' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/783152964788434971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/783152964788434971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/12/sketches.html' title='@Sketches'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SVRyFzkr6CI/AAAAAAAAAoI/XCoZF5Isx9Q/s72-c/bDSC09653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-5591174470025872778</id><published>2008-12-24T18:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-24T19:10:58.290+05:30</updated><title type='text'>@Surprise</title><content type='html'>VS appeared from no where to everyone's surprise... I was totally shocked when I saw VS, seemed like an illusion to begin with and then had to hug for some good 5 minutes to realize that someone is back. But still couldn't believe and pinched myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the best surprises I have got in my life.. may be the best... totally shocked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Finally, after so long this surprise was able to bring a genuine smile on my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-5591174470025872778?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/5591174470025872778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=5591174470025872778' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/5591174470025872778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/5591174470025872778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/12/surprise.html' title='@Surprise'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-3449603975111101357</id><published>2008-12-11T18:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:57:27.408+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dream@True</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SUEVHHp937I/AAAAAAAAAmA/aLG5mXYwzrE/s1600-h/12_MG_8306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SUEVHHp937I/AAAAAAAAAmA/aLG5mXYwzrE/s400/12_MG_8306.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278523450313269170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-3449603975111101357?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/3449603975111101357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=3449603975111101357' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/3449603975111101357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/3449603975111101357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/12/dreamtrue.html' title='Dream@True'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SUEVHHp937I/AAAAAAAAAmA/aLG5mXYwzrE/s72-c/12_MG_8306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-1111198768005807062</id><published>2008-12-03T18:56:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:14:17.878+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts@Day</title><content type='html'>* "Blame it on your LUCK for anything wrong that happens in your life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Commonsense is most uncommon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-1111198768005807062?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/1111198768005807062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=1111198768005807062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/1111198768005807062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/1111198768005807062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/12/thoughtsday.html' title='Thoughts@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-4259517075616161770</id><published>2008-11-24T19:05:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:25:04.480+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Experience@Rann of Kachchh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SSqzbMmySPI/AAAAAAAAAek/zr9UstSZOEQ/s1600-h/16DSC08727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SSqzbMmySPI/AAAAAAAAAek/zr9UstSZOEQ/s400/16DSC08727.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272223593612331250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Rann of Kachchh is one of the most magnificent landscape I have ever seen in my life till date. I have been in Ahmedabad for almost 4 years now, but never got a chance to see the Rann and it was like 'yet so near yet so far'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requesting some 100 people to tag along with us for the trip and after listening to equal number of nos, this weekend finally MM, MK and myself decided to go for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rann of Kachchh is a seasonally marshy region, the flat desert of salty clay and mudflats. The area was a vast shallows of the Arabian Sea until continuing geological uplift closed off the connection with the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rann seems like a vast land of snow inhabited by no one. There was literally no one, no 'LIFE' but only 3 of us and the taxi driver. It had no trace of living organisms other than few dead insects. The place was insanely quiet and one could hear nothing, just the breeze. The only thing visible was the white land till infinite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its one of the most spectacular sight ever imaginable and a great gift of God to nature. This is a place worth visiting in one's lifetime and I am sure there will be no regrets at all. It was like a DREAM.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : Best time to visit is from Nov-Feb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-4259517075616161770?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/4259517075616161770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=4259517075616161770' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/4259517075616161770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/4259517075616161770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/11/great-rann-of-kachchh-is-one-of-most.html' title='Experience@Rann of Kachchh'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SSqzbMmySPI/AAAAAAAAAek/zr9UstSZOEQ/s72-c/16DSC08727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-6918344725486050731</id><published>2008-11-20T17:29:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:10:28.881+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Instant@Connection</title><content type='html'>Got an unexpected scrap from a friend on Orkut, saying that "call me on this number, have something very important to tell you..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual I didn't have balance on my phone, so gave him a missed call. He called me back after few minutes. I received his call and his first line was " Oye kaisa hain, I am getting married" and I was like "whattttttt..........yeh kab hua..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than getting surprised by the good news, it was listening to his voice after almost seven years... Never spoke after we left school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about the call was that we could connect instantly. While speaking it never felt that we had not spoken for soooo long or haven't met. He invited me for his wedding and I said "yes I will surely come..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: There are times when you talk to friends/people after years &amp; you don't feel the gap and there are times even when you talk almost everyday you still don't feel connected...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-6918344725486050731?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/6918344725486050731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=6918344725486050731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/6918344725486050731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/6918344725486050731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/11/instantconnection.html' title='Instant@Connection'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-5492402500099338567</id><published>2008-11-16T19:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:05:19.721+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>"I am bored of being bored"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-5492402500099338567?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/5492402500099338567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=5492402500099338567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/5492402500099338567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/5492402500099338567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/11/thoughtday_16.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-1867749457748335597</id><published>2008-11-11T21:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:59:40.184+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>'Words can do wonders, but when interpreted without emotions can cause blunders'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-1867749457748335597?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/1867749457748335597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=1867749457748335597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/1867749457748335597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/1867749457748335597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/11/thoughtday_11.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-2877519313171277061</id><published>2008-11-11T11:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-11T12:46:16.543+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Responsible@Designers</title><content type='html'>It’s everyone's duty to be sensible and responsible for the environment and the surroundings especially the Designers. Designers tend to be more conscious about the environment and they are supposed to work towards making it better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be all designers are not expected to be sensible but atleast ones who have gone through formal design education should be responsible enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you see fellow designers who are insensible, it’s very disheartening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don’t bother to pick up their plates, glasses, not switch off lights and fans, litter all over, not disposing waste, leaving the taps open and so on... May be we think “If one person doesn’t do it, its not going to matter” But imagine if everyone thinks in the same line its going to be terrible… People should also realize that when they leave their plates/ glasses etc. etc. behind, they are others who are going to use the same place. Just think “Will you ever sit in a place which is full of litter?”… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We designers keep talking ‘this should be this, it should be that and blah blah’… and blame others for not being responsible. Have we ever looked at ourselves, before putting it on others???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-2877519313171277061?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/2877519313171277061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=2877519313171277061' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/2877519313171277061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/2877519313171277061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/11/responsibledesigners.html' title='Responsible@Designers'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-4122884990475463098</id><published>2008-11-07T20:10:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:21:39.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Magazine@LAD05</title><content type='html'>Today I would like to revisit the main motto behind this blog... 'GOSSIP'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take this opportunity to announce the LAD05 gossip magazine 'PINK PAGES' to be launched in future.... we waiting for the astrologer to give us a SUBH MUHARAT... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't mention the contents of the magazine as its confidential till its launched. So I am sorry there is no gossip as of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would like to thank all who are the part of the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editor in Chief: AA&lt;br /&gt;Editor(QA): AR&lt;br /&gt;Illustrator: TF&lt;br /&gt;Graphics: RK&lt;br /&gt;Stylist: KG&lt;br /&gt;Marketing: NS&lt;br /&gt;Stalker: MK&lt;br /&gt;Photography: AM&lt;br /&gt;Reginal News: PK&lt;br /&gt;DTP: NK&lt;br /&gt;Production: SP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are really looking forward to the launch...Hope 'PINK PAGES' is able to see the light of the day..... Thanks everyone for all the support :P Love you LAD 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-4122884990475463098?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/4122884990475463098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=4122884990475463098' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/4122884990475463098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/4122884990475463098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/11/maglad05.html' title='Magazine@LAD05'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-2272312606259151491</id><published>2008-11-07T12:10:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:48:06.727+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tale@LAD05</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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leads me to player two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest one, with a face &lt;b&gt;so calm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running from the lizard that will do no harm...&lt;br /&gt;Heard on the phone with '&lt;b&gt;woh&lt;/b&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;and I knew I've got four...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In search for the perfect mix&lt;br /&gt;atleast some of the whole &lt;b&gt;thirty six&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't look far to find my mate&lt;br /&gt;call it &lt;b&gt;destiny&lt;/b&gt; or simply fate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked all over, heard not a sound&lt;br /&gt;finally &lt;b&gt;reading&lt;/b&gt; a big fat book the seventh was found...&lt;br /&gt;Playing solitaire was the goodie goodie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;responsible&lt;/b&gt;, helpful and hardly moody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring laden finders and hair so fine&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;b&gt;kissing cudling huggin&lt;/b&gt;' was nine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; or in the mood for zen&lt;br /&gt;in the 'mess' I found ten!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Independent&lt;/b&gt;ly I walked, following their trail,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Left behind my footprints deep not pale,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The game’s over, we walk into the horizon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Together we are the &lt;b&gt;incredible eleven&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;By Teamea Francisca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tale written by one of my classmates, it is about how she perceived each member of LAD 2005 batch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is 7th November 2008 and exactly a month to go for our Convocation. I thought it was the right day to post this. This tale talks about each member in a very subtle way which makes it even better... only people who know the members of LAD 05 closely can guess who is who...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-2272312606259151491?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/2272312606259151491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=2272312606259151491' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/2272312606259151491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/2272312606259151491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='Tale@LAD05'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SRPlu-36A6I/AAAAAAAAAeE/3Y3EXlheXs8/s72-c/laddd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-8400372252937107815</id><published>2008-11-07T11:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:29:30.561+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>"I Believe in God, because I believe in Destiny and God decides the Destiny"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By Anonymous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-8400372252937107815?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/8400372252937107815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=8400372252937107815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8400372252937107815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8400372252937107815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/11/thoughtday.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-7829401171786675746</id><published>2008-10-18T12:16:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:25:56.911+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cheers@Sachin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a predictable, if slightly delayed, ascent. Sachin Tendulkar stands atop cricket’s Everest but he isn’t looking down at the cricketing world. That would be unlike him for he looks upon this game as a vehicle of fulfillment, as a servant rather than a master. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is a delicious irony to it. One of the most humble devotees of the game is, himself, an idol to so many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course he knew he was going to get there. Elbows and ankles and many lesser known joints that he brought into public consciousness were the only hurdles. He has always maintained that if he played enough he would get the record. And so away from the public eye, in these last two or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;three years he worked on getting his body back into shape. Each time it was a more uphill battle than before, each time the odds against him returning as an equally good cricketer diminished, but he kept trying. He winced and he grimaced but his commitment to the game he loves saw him through. Tendulkar’s phenomenal success lies as much in toil and perseverance and such hardy qualities as it does in the many gifts he has been bestowed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, he needed only fifteen and instead of laying out a red carpet, Mohali did better. Daljit Singh gave him an excellent wicket to bat on; where the ball was coming onto the bat and where shots could be played. This is where, these days, we see the original Tendulkar; on slow, low pitches where he has to bat to save a match he is like a miscast ac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tor. Even there he delivers his lines, comes prepared, does what he has to but that is not him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would have loved the fact that he got to the record against Australia. They seek his wicket, the Aussies, they don’t give him an inch, but they respect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;him mightily. Earlier this year in Australia, he got a standing ovation at every ground he played on and admitted later that it moved him enormously. Now he got 88 and showed he can still bat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An irreverent young generation, in a hurry to erase leg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;end, will have to wait longer! He is still only 35 but because he started so young, and couldn’t sign a tour contract till he had scored three Test hundreds, it seems he has been around forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Only very few are given the opportunity to spread such cheer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On his first tour of England, he batted against Eddie Hemmings who started his first class career seven years before Tendulkar was born. Now he shares a dressing room with young men who were in their nappies, or sometimes found even those unnecessary, when he scored his first century! But the zest, the limitless energy, the obsession with cricket hasn’t dimmed. That, in itself, is extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All his life he has had to confront mighty expectations; his own, which are scary, and those of his adoring fans which are probably scarier. It is a burden all great men have to carry and only some do lightly. Everytime he has dropped a notch, India has moaned. We put up with corruption, don’t mind poor toilets, manfully live through terrorism, but cannot allow Tendulkar, in the end just a man, to fail occasionally. And yet the same people have loved him like no other cricketer in the history of the game has been loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The incomparable Don Bradman became part of folklore because he brought cheer to the people in depressing times. History has brought such depression upon us again as people see their savings evaporate, seemingly harmless cyclists become human bombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is much misery in our times. But there is also Tendulkar who you know will be earnest and honest in his effort; who will let you forget your existence for a while, playing a real man in a real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only very few are given the opportunity to spread such cheer. Through diligence and toil, and magical ability, Sachin Tendulkar has done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S.: This article was written by Harsha Bhogle for Times of India on the occasion of Sachin breaking yet another record, may be the most important of his career so far...the record of maximum run getter in test cricket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1726310877304742904-7829401171786675746?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/7829401171786675746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=7829401171786675746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7829401171786675746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7829401171786675746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/10/cheerssachin.html' title='Cheers@Sachin'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-4620053736468648152</id><published>2008-10-12T15:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:39:47.560+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>"Life will have many setbacks. People close to you will hurt you. But you don't break it off. You don't hurt them more. You try to heal it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'the 3 mistakes of my life'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-4620053736468648152?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/4620053736468648152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=4620053736468648152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/4620053736468648152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/4620053736468648152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/10/thoughtday_12.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-7303428748423906853</id><published>2008-10-09T12:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:58:57.497+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>"You cant always do things for which you feel and you always don't get to do  things for which you feel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-7303428748423906853?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/7303428748423906853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=7303428748423906853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7303428748423906853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7303428748423906853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/10/thoughtday.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-4514781981256122168</id><published>2008-09-30T09:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:44:02.162+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life@Hope</title><content type='html'>Recently I have been surviving only on one word called 'HOPE'....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-4514781981256122168?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/4514781981256122168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=4514781981256122168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/4514781981256122168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/4514781981256122168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/09/lifehope.html' title='Life@Hope'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-2481053177482679192</id><published>2008-09-26T16:01:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:13:30.399+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Influence@Incident</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One small incident (+ve or -ve) can influence you and everything around you. Be it one's mental state, work, behaviour and so on....basically life in general...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we have a control on the scale of the influence? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-2481053177482679192?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/2481053177482679192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=2481053177482679192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/2481053177482679192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/2481053177482679192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/09/influenceincident.html' title='Influence@Incident'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-6950110979917271661</id><published>2008-09-26T13:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:22:45.393+05:30</updated><title type='text'>???@Over</title><content type='html'>Confident - Overconfident&lt;br /&gt;Indulge - Overindulge&lt;br /&gt;React - Overreact&lt;br /&gt;etc. etc. etc......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When does one decide its 'Over' ???&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it very subjective...?&lt;br /&gt;And we are generally caught up in deciding,&lt;br /&gt;thus, making things complicated....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-6950110979917271661?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/6950110979917271661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=6950110979917271661' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/6950110979917271661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/6950110979917271661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/09/over.html' title='???@Over'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-1828094946201489192</id><published>2008-09-26T12:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-26T12:21:35.405+05:30</updated><title type='text'>@Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Change is constant and inevitable&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It can happen any moment,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Without a prior notice,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Minimal to drastic,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For good or bad,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Triggered by a wonder or a blunder."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-1828094946201489192?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/1828094946201489192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=1828094946201489192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/1828094946201489192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/1828094946201489192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/09/change.html' title='@Change'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-1501657131746795932</id><published>2008-08-25T22:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:04:54.345+05:30</updated><title type='text'>?@???</title><content type='html'>Why, most of the times there is a thin line between two things, why can't it be thick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-1501657131746795932?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/1501657131746795932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=1501657131746795932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/1501657131746795932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/1501657131746795932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='?@???'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-8157094743788037737</id><published>2008-08-25T22:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:48:32.845+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>"I respect people whom I like"&lt;br /&gt;"I like people whom I respect"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-8157094743788037737?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/8157094743788037737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=8157094743788037737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8157094743788037737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8157094743788037737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/08/thoughtday.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-2113102961320153581</id><published>2008-07-25T12:48:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:19:30.261+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life@Now</title><content type='html'>Three years back, had no clue where was I standing in life and what was I going to do in life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;But three years down... atleast I can  proudly say I am a NID graduate.. and I thank you all....for all the support...especially my classmates and family... It was my dream to be in the premier institute of design in India.... and now that I am done with my final diploma jury.... I feel a sigh of relief... but still have a long long way to go in life...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : Also will like to thank all my friends.... who have been there for me....&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/1726310877304742904-2113102961320153581?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/2113102961320153581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=2113102961320153581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/2113102961320153581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/2113102961320153581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/07/lifenow.html' title='Life@Now'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-1617625111122057603</id><published>2008-07-25T12:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-25T12:34:26.011+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Comment@Life</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my final diploma jury....&lt;br /&gt;And I received one of the best compliments of my life so far....from the external member in the jury panel. And it was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" If I go back in life as a student, I would like to be in your shoes......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a moment that I am going to cherish forever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks a lot for the compliment Mr. AB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-1617625111122057603?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/1617625111122057603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=1617625111122057603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/1617625111122057603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/1617625111122057603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/07/commentlife.html' title='Comment@Life'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-9197931557996555777</id><published>2008-07-05T17:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-05T19:11:42.625+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Today@Sports</title><content type='html'>Since childhood I have been a great fan of sports. Always loved sports be it Lawn Tennis, Athletics, Cricket, Football, F1, Table Tennis and many more..... Also played Table Tennis professionally, took part in school games and all. It was great fun playing, participating and watching others playing too... At times use to get goose bums watching sports, especially watching Tendulkar bat and Steffi Graf playing tennis. The excitement use to be at its peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today things are not the same. Everything is so commercialized, so much money is in stake for the companies sponsoring the events, sports just seem a publicity medium for the various companies and brands. Things have started looking fake. Sportsmanship in players seem to fade with each passing day though exceptions are always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest disappointment has been the match fixing scandals. Be it cricket, football, tennis etc etc., each sport is slowly and gradually getting into the grip of match fixing. Thanks to the companies who would like certain teams and players to perform, they have enough money to buy the other team to force a desired result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a days players seem to just play for money, the feeling of winning for the country has seem to just disappear. Not all are in the same boat but with the way things are heading its not far that each one will be involved in it. I hope, its not this way. Because of all these speculations my interest in sports over the years has come down remarkably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though players play with true spirits we have a doubt. Things have changed so much that we suspect everything. Its a horrible feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-9197931557996555777?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/9197931557996555777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=9197931557996555777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/9197931557996555777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/9197931557996555777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/07/todaysports.html' title='Today@Sports'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-8948185824869399408</id><published>2008-06-27T12:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T13:04:42.699+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Delhi@Construction</title><content type='html'>Delhi can be called as city 'Under-construction'....Where ever you go, one can just see construction and more construction taking place... The whole Delhi NCR is gripped with the fever of construction activities be it NOIDA, Gurgaon, Faridabad etc. etc. and Delhi itself. The construction activities include roads, residential and commercial complexes, gigantic shopping malls, Metro Rail, flyovers and many more. With new projects coming up every day and being approved, seems that these activities of building blocks will just never end...... At the present scenario the Delhi NCR can surely be called as National Construction Region/National Concrete Region.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-8948185824869399408?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/8948185824869399408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=8948185824869399408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8948185824869399408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8948185824869399408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/06/delhiconstruction.html' title='Delhi@Construction'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-1639429729598113092</id><published>2008-06-16T23:13:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:17:43.563+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fortune@Orkut</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today's fortune:&lt;/strong&gt; "Happy events will take place shortly in your home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-1639429729598113092?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/1639429729598113092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=1639429729598113092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/1639429729598113092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/1639429729598113092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/06/fortuneorkut.html' title='Fortune@Orkut'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-8674738314320703825</id><published>2008-06-14T22:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:44:16.821+05:30</updated><title type='text'>@???</title><content type='html'>Is having a firm opinion/point of view called stubborness ? ? ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-8674738314320703825?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/8674738314320703825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=8674738314320703825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8674738314320703825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8674738314320703825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='@???'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-2946009842561257840</id><published>2008-05-14T22:26:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:01:06.824+05:30</updated><title type='text'>@Spellings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SCsc9BDY1aI/AAAAAAAAAXw/DzeNKi36a28/s1600-h/spelling1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SCsdJRDY1bI/AAAAAAAAAX4/OplcvghF3Jk/s1600-h/spelling1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200282239763010994" style="WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="133" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SCsdJRDY1bI/AAAAAAAAAX4/OplcvghF3Jk/s320/spelling1.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SCsatxDY1XI/AAAAAAAAAXY/gPo9ivJ5kyY/s1600-h/spelling6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200279568293352818" style="WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="125" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SCsatxDY1XI/AAAAAAAAAXY/gPo9ivJ5kyY/s320/spelling6.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SCsauRDY1YI/AAAAAAAAAXg/7WRGb3eiU5Q/s1600-h/spelling7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200279576883287426" style="WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="144" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SCsauRDY1YI/AAAAAAAAAXg/7WRGb3eiU5Q/s320/spelling7.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SCsauhDY1ZI/AAAAAAAAAXo/5Dsqg_GYUgI/s1600-h/spelling8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200279581178254738" style="WIDTH: 237px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="147" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SCsaORDY1VI/AAAAAAAAAXI/H8yEHMK8d5E/s320/spelling4.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SCsaPxDY1WI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Oiompkwa3WI/s1600-h/spelling5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200279052897277282" style="WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="131" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SCsaPxDY1WI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Oiompkwa3WI/s320/spelling5.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SCsaMRDY1SI/AAAAAAAAAWw/nbOM_xiJcyc/s1600-h/spelling1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SCsdJRDY1bI/AAAAAAAAAX4/OplcvghF3Jk/s1600-h/spelling1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-2946009842561257840?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/2946009842561257840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=2946009842561257840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/2946009842561257840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/2946009842561257840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/05/spellings.html' title='@Spellings'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/SCsdJRDY1bI/AAAAAAAAAX4/OplcvghF3Jk/s72-c/spelling1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-205228016938754384</id><published>2008-03-28T20:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-28T20:28:06.851+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>"A child gives birth to a mother'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was inscribed on a statue in Mumbai....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-205228016938754384?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/205228016938754384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=205228016938754384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/205228016938754384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/205228016938754384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/03/thoughtday.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-7087538828411935717</id><published>2008-03-03T22:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-03T23:02:03.097+05:30</updated><title type='text'>News@CloseOnes</title><content type='html'>It’s really shocking when you get to hear the news that one of your very close ones or somebody’s close one is not going to live for long……It gives jitters… You start thinking… WHY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is even more shattering when you hear something like this for someone who has just managed to make his or her kids stand on their feet…and when the time has come for the kids to take responsibilities in life and see them blossom into a respected human being, the person is not going to be there to see the transition…. It’s a horrible feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It almost makes me go onto my knees thinking about people, relatives and especially the dearest ones who are going to go through the pain and trauma after the person is gone. It makes me shiver imagining a situation which anyone will hate to even imagine in one’s lifetime…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst is when you have the money or love or the strength to assure that things turn out fine, but still you are watching things happen as you can do nothing about it. Life can be so cruel. At times nothing, be it money, emotions or anything can help you turn things around. One has to accept the bitter fact of life. It’s easy to say…”accept the fact”, but only the person who goes through it will be able to explain how painful it is…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-7087538828411935717?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/7087538828411935717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=7087538828411935717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7087538828411935717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7087538828411935717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/03/newscloseones.html' title='News@CloseOnes'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-8367417148581569940</id><published>2008-03-01T11:55:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-01T12:06:41.828+05:30</updated><title type='text'>@Final Words</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my last day in office in Bangalore. Though will be working in Mumbai for next 2 weeks and after that I am done with my project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take this opportunity to give a vote of thanks to people here at my company who have helped in my work and as well as a friend and for giving me a wonderful experience which I think I will remember through rest of my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, will thank 1st of all the immediate co-designers NS, IK and AS. I am mentioning them at the very first as they were the people with whom I interacted the most and have been in close proximity. They all have been a wonderful company. Thanks to them that I had fun at work, good laugh, shared ups and downs. Went through fights and arguments without much fuss. The best thing was that we all gelled in pretty well instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will like to thank PDF for first of all giving me the opportunity to do this project. Trusting me to deliver the goods. I hope I haven't disappointed her. It was an enriching experience to work under one of the famous jewelry designers in the country. On the whole it was nice though we had share of arguments, ups and downs. Thanks for all the support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KS has been an idol of perfection. It was a privilege to work under somebody so experienced and organized. She must have gone through a million troubles in fixing and managing MPs and all other stuff. Time when she was flooded with PDIS and she had to revert back in no time. But she managed to do it almost with perfection. Thanks for all the support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NA Thank You for taking all the trouble to make CADS without which I am sure it would have been just impossible. HP, G and K thanks for all the support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SJ was good company. Though didn't interact much on the work front, still had nice experience working with her. Too had share of jokes and moments of fun. SJ thanks for all the good time and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its RM turn, Thank You RM for doing all the work which was not your job. You really managed it well with innumerable changes and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BIG Bosses, Thanks SK and MT for the support and words of encouragement and motivation when the team really needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BG, haven't interacted much with him, but whatever interaction happened, was fruitful and nice. Wish he was here for some more time. But USA calling, didn't allow it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanumantappa....Thanks for Black Tea every morning...and coffee's and tea's throughout the day... I think without which work would have never progressed. Thanks for keeping us afresh throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now rest of the Department, haven't spoken to them much than just one or two occasions, but it feels that have known them for quite sometime. Had few instances of fun at RK's Farewell though it was a bit formal. But Mysore was good fun. Wish could have come out more of the closed studio and interacted with you people more. It was really nice to be around with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it has been a GOOD EXPERIENCE, an enlightening one for sure. Went through tough times but with team's support all that became just a thing of past. Thank you all once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now eagerly waiting to hear the news Store Launch and finally it seeing the light of the day and go ahead to reach new heights of success and achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also wish the whole team that each one in the team does well for the company and for themselves and take team to greater heights. After few years down the line I can with great pride say that I was part of the team ONCE UPON A TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I am extremely sorry to each one of them who if had any bad experience with me. Really sorry. And no hard feelings for anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-8367417148581569940?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/8367417148581569940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=8367417148581569940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8367417148581569940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8367417148581569940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/03/final-words.html' title='@Final Words'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-2279327294732464989</id><published>2008-02-24T19:03:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-24T19:23:43.250+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Confused@Reasons</title><content type='html'>It feels as if I want to be in Bangalore for a few reasons ...and don't want to go back to the Institute for a few reasons...I don't want to stay in Bangalore for a few  reasons and want to go back to the campus for a few reasons..... still trying to figure what are the exact reasons...........confused as always....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-2279327294732464989?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/2279327294732464989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=2279327294732464989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/2279327294732464989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/2279327294732464989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/02/confusedreasons.html' title='Confused@Reasons'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-645646886709445700</id><published>2008-02-15T21:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-15T21:35:42.242+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts@Day</title><content type='html'>“We're never so vulnerable than when we trust someone - but paradoxically, if we cannot trust, neither can we find love or joy”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;By Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“The key is to get to know people and trust them to be who they are. Instead, we trust people to be who we want them to be- and when they're not, we cry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"It takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Those who trust us educate us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Never trust a man who speaks well of everybody."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-645646886709445700?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/645646886709445700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=645646886709445700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/645646886709445700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/645646886709445700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/02/thoughtsday.html' title='Thoughts@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-8693779318648369025</id><published>2008-02-13T08:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:02:10.954+05:30</updated><title type='text'>??@??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday I had gone to attend a family f(x) of my relatives which was held in &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ghatkophar&lt;/span&gt; … It was the naming ceremony of the new born kid in the family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I was totally under dressed as I was going for the f(x) directly from the Office. So was already skeptical if I would look out of the place at the f(x). But then I had no option but to go the way I was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;On the way kept looking for a shop where I could buy a gift for the new born. But couldn’t find one and moreover got busy over the phone while in the auto, so couldn’t keep the track of the shops that passed by…So finally decided to give a money envelope. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;As soon as I reached the venue I was greeted with surprise from one of my cousins. He was totally shocked to see me there and the next question he asked was “Are you &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ghanti or Banti&lt;/span&gt;”? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I went in, to meet the &lt;em&gt;bhabhi&lt;/em&gt;, the mother of the new born baby and the met 1-2 more relatives. They too had the same question “Are you&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; Ghanti or Banti&lt;/span&gt;”? It’s so funny that this is only what they remembered about me. Then went to see the kid and met his father, the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;bhaiya&lt;/span&gt;. And after that moment I started feeling very strange, because relatives I met were gone to welcome others before I could even realize that I have met them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And everything looked so formal. I went around finding somebody I knew, but couldn’t spot any and felt like a total stranger. Sat on the sofa wondering what to do… Went to munch something as I was starving. But every step I was taking I felt bizarre and very weird. Was just not feeling the part of the f(x). Just not able to relate to people around. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Then suddenly saw a recognizable face, got excited but contemplated 1000 times before I could decide whether to go and say hi to him. But finally when I saw there was no one around him I went and asked “&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Aapne Mujhe Pehchana Kya&lt;/span&gt;” and his instant response was “Of course”. I was totally overwhelmed and surprisingly he knew what I was up to in life as such and didn’t ask the same stupid question “which one are you?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Chatted with him for a very brief time, he took me to few people whom I already knew and had seen them around but was not at ease to go ahead and speak to them. There too the same query “Are you &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ghanti or Banti&lt;/span&gt;?” I was like……uffffff….But that is what people remember, as have hardly been in touch with them for years to give them a different perspective about life, beyond the identity part. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But still was not feeling comfy, nothing could make me feel at the place. Went to eat some more food and then decided its better I make a move. Said bye to the uncle who had said “Of Course” and I was off in a flash….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;On the exit gate, there was this servant who works at the relative’s place who recognized me, gave a smile…. And he too told the person sitting next to him, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;“Iske Jaisa Bilkul Ek Aur Hain”&lt;/span&gt;…. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-8693779318648369025?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/8693779318648369025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=8693779318648369025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8693779318648369025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8693779318648369025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='??@??'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-3788768943214892030</id><published>2008-02-06T12:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-06T14:19:26.330+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reactions@Surprises</title><content type='html'>Surprise!!!........and reactions are like: Oh Shit, Wow, Oh I can't believe this, Oh no.......... and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprises at times are pleasant, at times great and at occasions it can be a disaster.....But we all would want good surprises with a reaction that leaves an expression of shock on one's face....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was another such occasion of surprise.... when I landed in Institute to wish a friend on her birthday..... She was totally shocked and her reaction "I can't believe this" ...and burst out into laughter.... and everyone around also where shocked expect AR who knew about it (Thanks AR you made it happen...Love you....). Even I was shocked equally at peoples' reaction.... totally zapped and didn't know how to react...... But overall it was a good fun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more incident that comes to my mind is, another friend's birthday, almost a similar situation, landed in the Institute early morning to wish her and her reaction "Is that You...Oh Shit"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been many many other such incidents....right now I can recollect this two...which are the latest ones.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to see people react and also feels nice within that one was able to make someone pleasantly happy with the surprise.... Gives a feeling of genuine satisfaction.....hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also fun is preparing for these surprises and making sure that surprises remain surprises...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : Oh remembered another one....reached manipal with friends to meet a friend...reaction:     "Oh Shitttttttt"....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-3788768943214892030?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/3788768943214892030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=3788768943214892030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/3788768943214892030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/3788768943214892030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/02/reactionssurprises.html' title='Reactions@Surprises'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-27670143496403782</id><published>2008-02-01T22:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-01T23:11:33.113+05:30</updated><title type='text'>@Brindavan Gardens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;15 years ago..............when I had visited &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Brindavan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Gardens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Mysore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.... as a KID...was totally fascinated..... Vast garden with millions of flowers, innumerable fountains, huge dam, lights, musical fountains. All was really a great experience then......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently got a chance to visit this place again.....and got really inquisitive and excited to see the place after 15 years..... I am sure each one of us will get excited to see something after such a long period and a totally different perspective to look at the same thing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the Brindavan Gardens, the 1st thing I did was dropped my luggage in my hotel room, and went for a stroll around the gardens....trying to feel nostalgic, reviewing the changes that the place has gone through....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And was very saddened to see the flowers....there were hardly any compared to the millions then.... I was surprised....a garden of this stature has no flowers; a garden is always known by its flowers..... This led me to talk to one of the caretakers there.......... he told me that though tourists still flock this place like mad....but no one really now takes care of the garden.....there were countless people involved in the upholding the beauty of the place then but today the things have changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was curious to see the Dam..... Went to see the Dam...and thought of walking on it.....but thanks to the police ....was not allowed, as visitors are no more allowed to walk on it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I was eagerly waiting for the sun to set, for the dark....when the Garden actually looks the best.....with all the lights..........And surprisingly it hasn't changed much...still the lights made the place look beautiful....all sorts of fountains..... and there was still the same mad rush to see the musical fountain it was 15 years ago..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, the evening made many ill maintained parts hidden in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was really nice to be back...............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-27670143496403782?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/27670143496403782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=27670143496403782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/27670143496403782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/27670143496403782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2008/02/brindavan-gardens.html' title='@Brindavan Gardens'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-6121016836101188281</id><published>2007-12-20T23:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-20T23:57:45.890+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse@Dibrugarh</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A small little City,&lt;br /&gt;In some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;corner&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Trim and proper.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;City of &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Tea Gardens&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go,&lt;br /&gt;The aroma follows.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;Land&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename&gt;Brahmaputra&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Mighty and fierce,&lt;br /&gt;Always flowing with pride.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Earth is wet,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Rain God,&lt;br /&gt;Totally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Always connected,&lt;br /&gt;Via various modes,&lt;br /&gt;Can never get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Community of all,&lt;br /&gt;Co-exist in harmony,&lt;br /&gt;Inspite all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chaos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Gurukul or University,&lt;br /&gt;Abundance of Knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;Still to be explored.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Lots to prove,&lt;br /&gt;But not far &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;With plenty to look AHEAD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-6121016836101188281?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/6121016836101188281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=6121016836101188281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/6121016836101188281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/6121016836101188281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2007/12/dibrugarh.html' title='A Glimpse@Dibrugarh'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-4468045677983185074</id><published>2007-12-20T21:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-20T21:29:25.635+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Comparisons@Moon</title><content type='html'>We say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chanda Mama&lt;/span&gt;" and at the same time we sing "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chand sa roshan chehra...&lt;/span&gt;" haven't ever understood the funda behind this...wondering!!! Hmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-4468045677983185074?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/4468045677983185074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=4468045677983185074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/4468045677983185074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/4468045677983185074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2007/12/comparisonsmoon.html' title='Comparisons@Moon'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-7991286876671771406</id><published>2007-12-17T22:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-17T23:01:58.080+05:30</updated><title type='text'>News@Life Partners</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Past few months have been all about people (especially friends) coming together…… coming together as life partners….soul mates…. Finally deciding to be one…. Some waited for family approvals and few for something else…. But things as of now progressing on a happy note… good to hear such news every now and then…. They are shocking at times…. totally unexpected…some obvious and some already known. Overall, good and pleasant surprises… hmmmm and some really need to hurry up and find their partners...as age is no more on their side...hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;P.S.: Next year is going to be the year of engagements….AR and I will keep clapping………hhehehehe&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-7991286876671771406?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/7991286876671771406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=7991286876671771406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7991286876671771406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7991286876671771406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2007/12/newslife-partners.html' title='News@Life Partners'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-3933628276735899502</id><published>2007-12-14T20:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-14T20:31:57.335+05:30</updated><title type='text'>We@Selfish</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Selfish is an extremely difficult word to interpret…. It totally depends on an Individual….or how you perceive it…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Is it the situation that makes people selfish or is it forceful or it’s by choice...?&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;What is the adjective selfish is it about:-&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Totally getting blinded in order to achieve one’s desires.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Is it that we neglect others for our own benefits?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Just respecting one’s own wishes and ignoring the others’. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Taking help from others and then forgetting it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Be chooooo…sweet when you need help…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Always being nice to people so that you can get help when in need, is this selfishness….or you deserve it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Why help somebody? So that you can expect help in turn…is this selfishness? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; What do you do, when you are in a tight spot, act selfish or think about the one on the other side.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; To do things in the manner, those suit you the best…and overlook others. But what’s harm in getting things your way….. Is this selfishness…?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; You like being with someone, for your emotional needs….isn’t that selfish….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; What’s the harm being selfish to achieve what you dreamt of, what you craved for the most?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Isn’t it insecurity of something that makes you selfish…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So much of contradictions….so many conflicting thoughts...so many connotations…..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Till what extent can you call, “it’s a selfish act…?” What’s the degree of selfishness?&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;How does one create a border line…. There is a very thin line…..though some acts are obvious but some very difficult to decide… can some be called conditional….???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I think the above all is very confusing, still wondering how to define THE ADJECTIVE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-3933628276735899502?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/3933628276735899502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=3933628276735899502' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/3933628276735899502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/3933628276735899502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2007/12/weselfish.html' title='We@Selfish'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-8615669140547470587</id><published>2007-12-14T00:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:01:06.920+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought@Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/R2IIqBo2G6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/J-rCafszESU/s1600-h/dadad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/R2IIqBo2G6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/J-rCafszESU/s320/dadad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143683242497809314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/R2F6t8H2TKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/93wxS9rXp_s/s1600-h/aaa123.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-8615669140547470587?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/8615669140547470587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=8615669140547470587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8615669140547470587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8615669140547470587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-leaving-this-to-peoples.html' title='Thought@Day'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/R2IIqBo2G6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/J-rCafszESU/s72-c/dadad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-5704111109897163742</id><published>2007-12-08T18:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-08T18:33:36.402+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fastest@Restaurant</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, after we decided to go for dinner very late in the night, around &lt;st1:time minute="35" hour="22"&gt;10.35 pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;, we were very doubtful of getting any place that would serve us at this time…. But we still decided to go out and give it a try…. We went to a place called KUND…. But the waiting was too much, we still waited for sometime, finally gave up. Decided to go home as we were sure we won’t get food any where at this moment… On the way back home, we came across the restaurant called VILLAGE and decided to give another try as we were totally not in a mood to eat at home….    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We went up and asked the manager if it was still open…. It was almost 11, the closing time for all the community places in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; (its sad …….). The manager was not sure that if they could allow us and then he said you people have to leave by 11.15. I was like “dinner in 15 mins”…. The manager asked us to order fast and eat even faster… and we replied with “you have to serve fast”… They were like No Problem.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We went and set….and in 25 minutes we were through with the dinner……with ordering, eating and paying…….the fastest meal in a restaurant I ever had…… yuuuuummmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-5704111109897163742?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/5704111109897163742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=5704111109897163742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/5704111109897163742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/5704111109897163742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2007/12/fastestrestaurant.html' title='Fastest@Restaurant'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-6961527670022125994</id><published>2007-12-04T16:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-04T16:30:14.120+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Review@Aaja Nachle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Return of the Queen of Bollywood…..The hype, the aura behind it has been just remarkable. Any TV channel you surf, any newspaper you read, radio stations, websites…all chanting about The Million Dollar Smile Diva….of the Indian Film Industry. Her come back to the Hindi cinema almost after 7 years……has taken the Indian citizens by storm…. Everyone, movie lovers across almost all age groups have been waiting for her return to cinema, like never before….&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And after I saw the movie, I can say she didn’t let down anyone…. She looked outstandingly gorgeous as ever except few places where you could make out her wrinkles…. And her daaaancing was just better than ever before…. The thing that was really weird was when she gets the sets; daaaancers and everything arranged in a day’s time….for her comeback show at Shamli….&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The movie is a typical, happy go lucky type…. Every bad thing is followed by a good thing…. Following the philosophy of life….. Though the plot is very predictable but the innocence in the movie made it nice….all the characters looked very natural…..though everyones’ full potential was not explored. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The Dance was amazing in the movie…. The end performance was just brilliant..... The theatre look that they have portrayed is really nice…..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Overall the movie is pleasant and worth watching……..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;P.S.: And coincidently I went with a friend whose name was Shamli too….. hhehehe&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-6961527670022125994?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/6961527670022125994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=6961527670022125994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/6961527670022125994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/6961527670022125994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2007/12/reviewaaja-nachle.html' title='Review@Aaja Nachle'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-7773476166783277378</id><published>2007-11-10T00:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:01:07.128+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Diwali@Bangalore</title><content type='html'>One more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diwali &lt;/span&gt;for me away from Home…….nothing new for me now…..had been Home only for 3-4 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diwalis&lt;/span&gt; in last 9 years……so its ok….but still fail not to miss Home….I am sure anyone will miss home on this festive occasion.         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This is my 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diwali&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;st1:place&gt;South India&lt;/st1:place&gt;…..so wished people in &lt;st1:place&gt;South India&lt;/st1:place&gt; style…on 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; itself….as it’s celebrated here on this day…Unlike rest of the country….The enthusiasm in local crowd is no where close to the crowd in the rest of the country….and it’s very understandable as it’s not the foremost festival down here…. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;On the day of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dhanteras &lt;/span&gt;we had a small gathering in the office….. I and &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;Ms.&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;NS&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; were late to reach as we were not really excited about it but after reaching there, we realized it was more or less over….people were exchanging &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diyas&lt;/span&gt; and wishing each other Happy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diwali&lt;/span&gt;. There was an anchor hosting the function, she announced best dressed people ….It was funny but ok….Sweets was served….and gifts distributed…we ended up getting two candles with company’s Logo on it…hehehe….&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;As I was bored….and mis&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzSqP2ueJhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kxb3goXIRqI/s1600-h/DSC05959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzSqP2ueJhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kxb3goXIRqI/s200/DSC05959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130913064847025682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sing being with family…..I decided to go to Mr. PM’s place to do some timepass…. distract myself from the feeling of nostalgia once again….. And thank God I went there….Had a good time…. With Mr. PM, Mr. NR (PM’s friend), &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;Ms.&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:state&gt;NS&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;…… did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Puja&lt;/span&gt;, had really good home food and loads of sweets (But still impossible for me to put on a little weight) hmmm…… We all went out for some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masti&lt;/span&gt;, to get a feel of the festive aura around……. Disappointingly….hardly anything was festive….. But as soon as we reached &lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;Brigade Road&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;…..I was happy to see the entire street lit up with lights….looked really nice, finally somewhere someone is enthusiastic!!! Cheers&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;On Thursday we decided to celebrate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diwali&lt;/span&gt;@home, South Indian Style…hehehe and also Ms. PP was leaving on Friday for home….so decided to lit up the balconies of our&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzSq6GueJiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/umbJfuJakvY/s1600-h/DSC05975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzSq6GueJiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/umbJfuJakvY/s200/DSC05975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130913790696498722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; flat with lights, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diyas&lt;/span&gt; and candles….went shopping for crackers and sweets also….. Lights were put up by Ms. PP and Mr. AD on Thursday itself…. We all lit the balconies, it was great fun……for a moment felt like home but very next second was like “I wish I was home”….. Over all it was good fun………we had sweets, loads of them. Thanks to Mr. AD and Ms. PP….I had a nice time…..After that went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jalsa&lt;/span&gt; for dinner with friends, a very good place……worth going and then were off to CCD for a sip of coffee…. The evening went quite fine….only disappointment was Sachin getting out on 99 and Team &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; losing the match….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Friday, the Official &lt;i&gt;Diwali &lt;/i&gt;Day except in the south part of the country… Had office but had already decided to bunk so got up late….. Had no plans for the day… No one to look forward to have a nice time as Ms. PP had already left for home in the morning and Mr. AD had plans to go to his relatives…. With me no where to go, decided to do nothing….. In the afternoon had a bath, and then wore a &lt;i&gt;Kurta&lt;/i&gt; and my new watch to give myself a feel of the traditions…. Try to feel something…..hmmm. Then had lunch and decided to sleep again……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up …..Not at all excited about the evening…. Lit some candles as a formality….to feel nice again….but no sparkle …. Then wanted to recharge my phone to wish people back home, but had no money…..so stepped out of the home for the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; time in the day. On my way to ATM called up Mr. SS and decided to go to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Garuda&lt;/span&gt; Mall, do some time pass and feel nice…. Reached to see almost everything was shutting down as it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diwali&lt;/span&gt;, roamed around the place….just couldn’t decide what to do…..roam like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lukkhas&lt;/span&gt;…. Had dinner at food court…and came back home….. Then watched TV and surfed net……. The bottom line is that had a very dull and boring Day….A Day not really worth remembering…… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&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/1726310877304742904-7773476166783277378?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/7773476166783277378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=7773476166783277378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7773476166783277378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7773476166783277378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2007/11/diwalibangalore.html' title='Diwali@Bangalore'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzSqP2ueJhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kxb3goXIRqI/s72-c/DSC05959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-2309136664632942297</id><published>2007-11-09T12:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:01:08.673+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dinner@Jalsa</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we went to a place called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JALSA&lt;/span&gt; for dinner……on Outer Ring Road in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;…..    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We had planned to go somewhere else….but thanks to PP we got a chance to try a new place….&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Saw the place from outside and we all were like should we go back……It looked quite a place from outside…..must be a 5 star restaurant???…… The thought that struck us was why they don’t put up menu card right on the entrance so that we don’t get embarrassed. You know what I mean…. Hehehee&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But we all decided to go in and give it a try…and if it was too expensive we will revert back to our original plans….&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And as soon as we entered….. “The Ambience”….F***…..we were like “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bus hogaya aaj to, Lag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;gaya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; aacha khasa chuna…..”&lt;/span&gt; We were guided to the place of dinning…before we could think. So we decided to check the menu card before taking any decision. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And to our surprise……it was not bad. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The thing that has to be discussed is about the Ambience of the Restaurant… leaving everything aside…... A treat for your eyes.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The place has been set in Mughal Era it seems…. I think I don’t need to describe, pictures are self descriptive…..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzN6I2ueJVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LWlnLT1cPAM/s1600-h/DSC06014.jpg"&gt;                                                   &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzN6I2ueJVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LWlnLT1cPAM/s200/DSC06014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130578693053097298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzN6JWueJWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/d7hl0ogoJbk/s1600-h/DSC06004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzN6JWueJWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/d7hl0ogoJbk/s200/DSC06004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130578701643031906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzN6JWueJWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/d7hl0ogoJbk/s1600-h/DSC06004.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzN6KGueJYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9wNvACeBnds/s1600-h/DSC06015.jpg"&gt;                                                   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzN6J2ueJXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MolEAbL812M/s1600-h/DSC06011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzN6J2ueJXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MolEAbL812M/s200/DSC06011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130578710232966514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzN6KGueJYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9wNvACeBnds/s1600-h/DSC06015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzN6KGueJYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9wNvACeBnds/s200/DSC06015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130578714527933826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzN6KGueJZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/3LrdpoFdNlI/s1600-h/DSC06020.jpg"&gt;                                                                          &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzN6KGueJZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/3LrdpoFdNlI/s200/DSC06020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130578714527933842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzN7X2ueJbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-Z5e32_BuBk/s1600-h/DSC06021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzN7X2ueJbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-Z5e32_BuBk/s200/DSC06021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130580050262762930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzN7X2ueJcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EwaWxoNlgeA/s1600-h/DSC06032.jpg"&gt;                                 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzN7X2ueJcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EwaWxoNlgeA/s1600-h/DSC06032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzN7X2ueJcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EwaWxoNlgeA/s200/DSC06032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130580050262762946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzN7s2ueJfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/srGtBgQR2RU/s1600-h/DSC06050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzN7s2ueJfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/srGtBgQR2RU/s200/DSC06050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130580411040015858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzN7YWueJeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xVhAvyutzpc/s1600-h/DSC06061.jpg"&gt;                                                                           &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzN7YGueJdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/POI5vM04ouY/s1600-h/DSC06053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzN7YGueJdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/POI5vM04ouY/s200/DSC06053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130580054557730258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzN7YWueJeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xVhAvyutzpc/s1600-h/DSC06061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzN7YWueJeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xVhAvyutzpc/s200/DSC06061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130580058852697570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really liked the whole decor….….everything was just too good…music, service, and food added to the whole experience which was just GREAT! I will advice all to visit there atleast once, it’s totally worth it…  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-2309136664632942297?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/2309136664632942297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=2309136664632942297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/2309136664632942297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/2309136664632942297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2007/11/dinnerjalsa.html' title='Dinner@Jalsa'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/RzN6I2ueJVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LWlnLT1cPAM/s72-c/DSC06014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-8453971313864379561</id><published>2007-10-24T17:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-24T17:36:31.738+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Scary@Chikmaglur</title><content type='html'>A Weekend Getaway to Chikmaglur and its nearby hilly areas.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and PM managed to make a successful plan to visit this place..... my colleagues and I were last minute additions as we had planned for Pondicherry....but didn't work out.....So decided to pile on PM and friends as we were desperate for a holiday.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the very good trips I had in recent times..... Though it was full of anxious moments......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The Bus Ride to &lt;em&gt;Mulayanagiri&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Curvy, narrow and scary roads…&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The Bus Ride to &lt;em&gt;Kemmangundi&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Night time, all dark, strange noises….&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Dinner at &lt;em&gt;Kemmangundi&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Shabby restaurant, too scared to eat ….but no choice….&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;The Cottage:&lt;/span&gt; Seemed like a haunted house, nobody ever lived there other than insects and ghosts may be…&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The Night in the Cottage:&lt;/span&gt; Strange noises again…..couldn’t sleep the whole night….&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Trekking to Z- point:&lt;/span&gt; Scary Mountains and country of leeches, leeches sucking blood all the way without even us realizing it….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall a very good experience even with all the above moments…… infact it made the trip very adventurous……hmmmm…. Waiting for another trip like this…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-8453971313864379561?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/8453971313864379561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=8453971313864379561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8453971313864379561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8453971313864379561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2007/10/scarychikmaglur.html' title='Scary@Chikmaglur'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-2288816357299451991</id><published>2007-09-17T09:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-17T09:56:27.233+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hunting@PG</title><content type='html'>Bangalore has been my 1st occasion where I have gone hunting for PG….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially after a bit of struggle found an ok PG…..which was walking distance from the office….so was ok….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But without a proper notice was asked to vacate the PG one morning….and I packed my stuff  in record time of 10 mins……hahahmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now with no where to go….tension was building on me to find a PG asap…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was Monday and didn’t have the time to go for a hunt…so spoke to the office people and asked them to arrange for guest house…and really kind of them that they allowed me to stay in the guest house for 5 days……Was a bit relaxed now but hunting was not over by any means….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyday after office would go for PG hunt….but in vain…rains spoiled it…..so as the end of 5 days was approaching I was getting paranoid….. “PG kab milega”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of 5 days with no where to go still, asked for an extension at the guest house…and thank god…was granted permission…but only till Sunday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So started hunting desperately on Saturday morning onwards…..calling N numbers of PG…..to hear all these….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where the hell did you get the number from”&lt;br /&gt;“Wrong number”&lt;br /&gt;“We have closed”&lt;br /&gt;“Not available”&lt;br /&gt;“No PG anymore”&lt;br /&gt;“U need it for your son”&lt;br /&gt;“Come next month”&lt;br /&gt;“What is your budget?”&lt;br /&gt;“Are you single?”&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Kab chahiye?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"Come and book for later"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many more…..just went crazy….calling and visiting PGs….it was totally maddening…and can’t even describe the some of the PGs…..ufff…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S.: Thanks to MK and her friends that finally got a &lt;em&gt;chaat&lt;/em&gt; to stay under for next few months…before another stint for PG hunt starts…..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-2288816357299451991?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/2288816357299451991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=2288816357299451991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/2288816357299451991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/2288816357299451991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2007/09/huntingpg.html' title='Hunting@PG'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-851593872572235173</id><published>2007-09-13T09:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-13T10:05:37.089+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reminder@Home</title><content type='html'>Out of office,&lt;br /&gt;On way back,&lt;br /&gt;Walking along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt slight drizzle,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing it could hold,&lt;br /&gt;Till I reach home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Began the run,&lt;br /&gt;But all in vain,&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to stop,&lt;br /&gt;Under the top,&lt;br /&gt;Hopping from one to other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only minutes away,&lt;br /&gt;But couldn’t move,&lt;br /&gt;Was getting late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to go for it,&lt;br /&gt;Packed stuff in plastic,&lt;br /&gt;Sprinted back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got drenched,&lt;br /&gt;All dripping,&lt;br /&gt;Reminded of back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it falls,&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable, unstoppable,&lt;br /&gt;At no one’s mercy,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping all stranded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-851593872572235173?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/851593872572235173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=851593872572235173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/851593872572235173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/851593872572235173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2007/09/reminderhome.html' title='Reminder@Home'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-7983134252936595538</id><published>2007-08-30T09:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-30T10:07:35.517+05:30</updated><title type='text'>First@Titan</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my 1st official dinner at TITAN, it was a get together for the IBD (International Business Division) Team at Titan for the farewell of its head and another colleague (They getting on to some new project....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We....the newly joined ones were a bit excited, skeptical of how the party would be like and also shy as we hardly knew anyone there (though we knew them by face.....hmmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was interesting in the beginning.....(Titan too have a funda of ragging... hahahmm) But we escaped....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got introduced to few people....the environment was very friendly and people were constantly talking about work and all........HUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some were in the 7th heaven after their share of drinks and all......but all in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the official farewell started and now was the time to give speeches.....and the speeches at start were decent.....but later it become so boring....all repeatative.....HUH! May be for us for sure as we didnt know the people at all.....but I think others must have enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so bored but the best part of the night was the CAKE....it was like heaven, one of the best cakes I have ever had......too good....yummmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thatz it.....waiting for a better dinner/party in the &lt;a href="mailto:future.....@TITAN"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;future.....@TITAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-7983134252936595538?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/7983134252936595538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=7983134252936595538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7983134252936595538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7983134252936595538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2007/08/firsttitan.html' title='First@Titan'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-5979488241805986514</id><published>2007-08-20T20:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-20T20:38:47.935+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Auto@Thugs</title><content type='html'>Auto walas....here in bangalore are no less then ones in delhi.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I suffered from the hands of a "Auto Thug" here......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got down from the auto...gave the auto wala...Rs. 100, was waiting for the change....and was on phone....Auto Wala said " side karke deta hu" ...bloody he just ran away with his auto without giving change.......**** man.....I was so bloody frustrated.......I cursed him from bottom of my heart.....It was not about the money.....but the way he cheated.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this incident I have decided that I will never be genorous to these people till i can...swear on hmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: And language problem here in bangalore....HUH....and no hard feelings for bangalore city...and no offence....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-5979488241805986514?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/5979488241805986514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=5979488241805986514' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/5979488241805986514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/5979488241805986514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2007/08/bangalorethugs.html' title='Auto@Thugs'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-7005144548635600040</id><published>2007-07-16T12:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-16T12:29:10.679+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Update Back@Campus</title><content type='html'>thought Back@Campus...&lt;br /&gt;would be Fun....&lt;br /&gt;initial few days were Good...&lt;br /&gt;but soon became Decent...&lt;br /&gt;now its Worse...&lt;br /&gt;so Bored here...&lt;br /&gt;insti Closed...&lt;br /&gt;can't see a Soul...&lt;br /&gt;all Back to room...&lt;br /&gt;by Eleven...&lt;br /&gt;hostel is Dead...&lt;br /&gt;can Hear pin dropping...&lt;br /&gt;no one to Play...&lt;br /&gt;no tv to Watch...&lt;br /&gt;feels like a graveyard...&lt;br /&gt;but me still dip Hunting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: only good thing, seeing batch mates coming back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-7005144548635600040?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/7005144548635600040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=7005144548635600040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7005144548635600040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7005144548635600040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2007/07/update-backcampus.html' title='Update Back@Campus'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-6159065482502836417</id><published>2007-07-16T11:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-16T11:59:10.046+05:30</updated><title type='text'>???@???</title><content type='html'>Unknown to Known...&lt;br /&gt;Stranger to Friend...&lt;br /&gt;Never to Forever...&lt;br /&gt;Badman to Bestman...&lt;br /&gt;Adjustment to Acceptance...&lt;br /&gt;Dare to Truth...&lt;br /&gt;Impossible to Possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: but Hatred continues...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-6159065482502836417?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/6159065482502836417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=6159065482502836417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/6159065482502836417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/6159065482502836417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='???@???'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-592744636423316930</id><published>2007-07-03T22:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:18:41.626+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Screw@Cake</title><content type='html'>Today went for dinner to 'Upper Crust' with friends.....Ordered  for a 'Mamma Mia' sizzler.....&lt;br /&gt;Was eating it and suddenly found a screw in my food.... complained to the manager......he said he will replace it. We were like 'let it be'! He was sorry and said that we can order for a dessert or something....we were then not able to decide what to order.....we decided on a cake...and called the manager again....told him we would like to have a cake....we all got excited and when we got it, to our disappointment it was just a slice of cake.....bloody!!! And idiots added the price of the slizzer in the bill.....but we finally got it deducted from the bill.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I am still alive....( to manys' disappointment though....hahah)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-592744636423316930?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/592744636423316930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=592744636423316930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/592744636423316930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/592744636423316930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2007/07/screwcake.html' title='Screw@Cake'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-4509277331744939802</id><published>2007-07-01T12:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:53:42.458+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back@Campus</title><content type='html'>It’s good to be back on campus……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting up late…&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to reach the mess on time…&lt;br /&gt;To sit in BMW for a cup of &lt;em&gt;Chai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ms. AR missing you…come back fast...)&lt;br /&gt;Interacting with the &lt;em&gt;Fachhus&lt;/em&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;(Ms. TFC your absence is felt here…)&lt;br /&gt;Loitering on campus to find familiar faces…&lt;br /&gt;To sit in AC to avoid terribly humid climate…&lt;br /&gt;(Missing AV room…)&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with people to find the latest gossips…&lt;br /&gt;(Where are you Mr. AK and Ms. NM…?)&lt;br /&gt;Dozing off in KMC…&lt;br /&gt;(Missing Mr. AM’s snores…)&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in the AUDI…&lt;br /&gt;Feels free and relax, seeing the juniors working…&lt;br /&gt;(Thank God we over with this phase…)&lt;br /&gt;Arguing on dinner destination…&lt;br /&gt;Walking back to the flat scared of dogs on the way…&lt;br /&gt;(Ms. PK is no more scared…)&lt;br /&gt;Good to see people coming back…&lt;br /&gt;Seeing off people headed for their goals…&lt;br /&gt;And myself hunting for a DIP…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-4509277331744939802?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/4509277331744939802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=4509277331744939802' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/4509277331744939802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/4509277331744939802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2007/07/backcampus.html' title='Back@Campus'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-8559114702045770614</id><published>2007-06-13T20:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:21:33.435+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Phobia@Snakes</title><content type='html'>Oh man.....snakes.....One thing I am really really scared of...in life. Even its mention gives me goose bumps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was fast asleep in the morning and it was around 4.30 am.....when my mother woke me up and told me to come out of the room......I thought it must be around 8 am or something and she had something exciting to show.....BUT...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told that there is a snake in your room....and we saw it and now can't find it....... I got totally paranoid and just disappeared from there and went to the other room to sleep..... And entered my room only when got a confirmation that snake was gone......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Once I saw snakes in my dreams and I jumped in my sleep totally scared......And ask Ms. RK to know about my phobia@snakes.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-8559114702045770614?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/8559114702045770614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=8559114702045770614' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8559114702045770614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8559114702045770614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2007/06/phobiasnakes.html' title='Phobia@Snakes'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-7225941228769219319</id><published>2007-06-08T00:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-10T00:49:57.985+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life@8years</title><content type='html'>Today (08.06.2007)….is exactly eight years since I had embarked on my journey from Dibrugarh to Delhi with a hope to find a new life, to reach new horizons, to face the unknown challenges… and many more……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today exactly (coincidently) after 8 years I am back home (only for a vacation… though)…. after almost completing my education….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 8 years have given me scores of experiences; have gone through countless incidents… It has been a journey full of emotions….. happyness, sorrows, depressions, elations, love, hate, frustrations, satisfactions, success, failures and the list goes on…..But each of these emotions has given me something to learn from…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank GOD and my parents (once I deeply regretted why I left Dibrugarh…) for giving me the opportunity to go out of a small town to a mysterious world… otherwise I would have never got a chance to experience what I have in these eventful 8 years of my life….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-7225941228769219319?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/7225941228769219319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=7225941228769219319' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7225941228769219319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7225941228769219319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2007/06/life8years.html' title='Life@8years'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-3980815204238677114</id><published>2007-06-07T22:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-10T01:21:11.696+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Missing@SHIAMAK</title><content type='html'>Dancing at SHIAMAK….. One of the things I did with total determination and was really passionate about it….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was enjoying it and was moving ahead in it……but then NID happened….and I had to leave SHIAMAK in between to join NID…. ( &lt;em&gt;kuch paane ke liye kuch khona padta…)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought Ahmedabad will have SHIAMAK and will join again…but I was disappointed…and therefore mailed SHIAMAK himself requesting him to think about opening a center in Ahmedabad….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after 2 years when I have left Ahmedabad…they have finally opened a center (I don’t think it’s because of my mail…hhahha...) this is what you call Destiny…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see Shimak students performing on the stage on television…. or a student in a Shiamak t-shirt or infact any news on his Dance Troops….I really miss not being a part of SHIAMAK anymore….and see no scope in future to be back again……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-3980815204238677114?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/3980815204238677114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=3980815204238677114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/3980815204238677114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/3980815204238677114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2007/06/missingshiamak.html' title='Missing@SHIAMAK'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-8794442873894195714</id><published>2007-06-07T10:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-10T00:48:15.795+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Minutes@Train Meeting</title><content type='html'>On my journey from ahmedabad to delhi, I met few people in the train.....who were highly educated and big personalities......They all were having big talks but i kept myself out of it......and acted like a silent listener....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was ex PA to the Honorable Railway Minister, one was a big BusinessMan in Ahmd, one was management consultant to Lintas, Nicholas etc...and one was studying at PGI, Chandigarh...so one can imagine the intense discussion they must have had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the minutes of the meeting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To open a helpline service on How to leave INDIA.&lt;br /&gt;2. Have reservation in Upper Class.&lt;br /&gt;3. Withdraw from the system and be least bothered.&lt;br /&gt;4. Government has all the power and one can do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't tell me about the problems of the country(we discuss that all the time), but tell me 5 things you can do.&lt;br /&gt;6. Always pray to the person whom you look upto, has the qualties you want to posses.... things will be all fine....&lt;br /&gt;7. Do the best and try to be AN ICON in your field.&lt;br /&gt;8. There are 3 types of targets: Immediate, Intermediate and Final and all should go hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: rest I dont remember and ya PA was very irritating.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-8794442873894195714?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/8794442873894195714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=8794442873894195714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8794442873894195714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/8794442873894195714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2007/06/minutestrain-meeting.html' title='Minutes@Train Meeting'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-7358123050563592521</id><published>2007-06-04T09:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-10T00:48:57.933+05:30</updated><title type='text'>@The Last Supper</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Saturday: No Dinner Night in the Mess…..a reason to escape from the monotony of the campus and from the same boring food of the mess day after day…. (It’s not that boring Mr. AM)… Every alternate Saturday’s use to be no dinner night and that would give all of us a reason to get together and go out for dinner…..more than dinner a reason to go out and enjoy the outside world (as we people are so stuck within the campus…Mr. A I agree with you we should have gone out more often….)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;During these vacations, we all staying to back to complete our pending work and the mess closed over the vacations, we had no option but to go out for dinner almost everyday though we ordered for &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Dabbas&lt;/span&gt; at times….( at times..."Thank God mess is closed")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Eating out in the city of &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Ahmedabad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;…. Has been a great experience. Starting from finding a place where to go, asking seniors for suggestions, and then arguing on where to go considering everybody’s preferences or the majority…. Last minute changes of plans, getting decked up for some special dinners, waiting in a long queue to have food at our favorite places (Especially Curries)… Managing the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Gujju&lt;/span&gt; crowd (No offence) and many more things…. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Eating out at dinner has been special for each one of us (I think so…) Enjoying the delicious cuisines of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Manik Chowk, Gujju food&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Vishala&lt;/span&gt; and Green House, Salads at Celladeatry and US Pizza, Burgers at McDonalds, South Indian at &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ShreeDarshani&lt;/span&gt; and Sankalp…..and many more and above all our favorite &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Amardeep&lt;/span&gt; (Homely food and cheap, best option during vacation).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Enjoying the numerous cuisines has always been there, but over and above it has been more about the time we spend together over the dining table… All the gossips, chit chats, *****ing about the people on the next table, commenting on people around, acting like total fools, creating nuisance and a lot more….. All these gave us a peace of mind, a reason to relax, bring our dead cells back to life, and see the world outside (Bored of looking at the same faces everyday in the mess)….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It’s almost 2 years that I have been here in this city of &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Amdavad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;….the number of times I have gone out to eat has been uncountable… (Hardly went out in my previous college).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have enjoyed most of the times…..has been a great experience…an experience that is worth remembering for life... (We still giggle over most of our outings….) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And finally yesterday was my Last Supper with my friends (missed who all were not there) here in Ahmedabad… Last Supper before I depart from my lovely lovely friends, into a new world….the world which is cruel, where each one of us, ready to kill the other to move forward in life… (Even just a thought of this gives me shivers. . .). Don’t know when I will get another chance to have dinner with these friends…. (Hopefully soon on Ms. P’s wedding)….I will take this opportunity to thank each one who was part of those wonderful outings…Thank you all for being there….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;P.S.: Thanks all for coming for dinner yesterday……and making it a reason for me to write a post….hahahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-7358123050563592521?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/7358123050563592521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=7358123050563592521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7358123050563592521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7358123050563592521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-supper.html' title='@The Last Supper'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-6207255561404741338</id><published>2007-05-28T00:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-28T00:20:38.139+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Touched@Converter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was totally taken aback today….when Mr. P gifted me a converter for my laptop charger for which I have been struggling…. It was totally unexpected…… Thanks a ton Mr. P…. I was really touched and impressed……..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-6207255561404741338?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/6207255561404741338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=6207255561404741338' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/6207255561404741338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/6207255561404741338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2007/05/touchedconverter.html' title='Touched@Converter'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726310877304742904.post-7608894265235266648</id><published>2007-05-26T20:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-26T20:40:07.583+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bappi@Pappi</title><content type='html'>Today was Bappi’s Day….. And she made our (LAD+others) day too….with her great cooking skills…..she made awesome &lt;i style=""&gt;parathas….&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;paneer&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style=""&gt;gobi&lt;/i&gt;….best of &lt;i style=""&gt;parathas&lt;/i&gt; you can have…… seriously mouth watering……. I was so impressed with her that got senti and all….and fed her food with my hand…… (Lucky GAL)….    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And I was so touched by her……that I gave her a kiss…….on her cheeks…..Now I had to give her something in return for the&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;delicious &lt;i style=""&gt;parathas…&lt;/i&gt; so made TEA for her……and now it was her turn to get impressed…… and she did….. And I got a kiss in return….hahaha……&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S.: Thanks all.....for contributing and making it a memorable saturday afternoon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726310877304742904-7608894265235266648?l=agarwalarpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/feeds/7608894265235266648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726310877304742904&amp;postID=7608894265235266648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7608894265235266648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726310877304742904/posts/default/7608894265235266648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agarwalarpit.blogspot.com/2007/05/bappipappi.html' title='Bappi@Pappi'/><author><name>Aur Batao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653465935972144328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XanrKZGCVIs/Sp-hoc0Nr3I/AAAAAAAAA98/yr8afD1dJqI/S220/2IMG_1710.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
