<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060</id><updated>2012-01-17T10:34:04.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Myself And I Reign</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-6975297889837771670</id><published>2012-01-12T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T10:00:24.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A run through 2011....</title><content type='html'>2011, an year full of rich experiences, professional growth and personal growth. To be able to compromise or mend my ways to get my way, was the lesson learnt. Today I am a transformed man with whole new enthusiasm. For how my professional scene changed from one small scale industry to a medium scale unit, I am truly thankful to a few people. My mom and dad, who have considered giving me this opportunity as providing support, than a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;penalty&lt;/span&gt; for having me as their son, for which I am highly obliged. One super duper friend who took all the brunt from me and still kept smiling and made enormous efforts to bring smile on my face every day. I am thankful for your support too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In March 2011, I was working as a vendor for an American based company, whose sister concern is located in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nacharam&lt;/span&gt;, Hyderabad. Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mc&lt;/span&gt; Neil Precision Manufacturing Pvt Ltd, offered me an opportunity to take over their operations. Since we were in the same line of activity, which is, machining high precision components for various defence, automobile and medical sectors, and as I was always looking for an opportunity to grow, I grabbed this one. Initially it was difficult for me due to various reasons. It took time for the guys to accept me as their new boss, age politics, new style of operations and many more. Six months of efforts it took to build a team of 25 skilled youngsters. Moulding a couple of young guys to be the programmers from being operators, some technical helpers to good operators was an arduous task. I always believed in patience as the only key to the operator's hearts and minds. To be able to drive new ideas into their heads, was a herculean task. Today, I see a ray of hope in the company's growth. Although our outputs and revenues are not as high as what we expect, we have ensured that the company can look forward to a sustainable growth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In October 2011, the company had a few jobs to take up and the output was Rs.30,000/-, while the pay off was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;up to&lt;/span&gt; Rs. 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lakhs&lt;/span&gt;. End of October, We had a review meeting, which transformed the unit. We decided, profit or loss, we will take up jobs, to meet our pay off of Rs. 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lakhs&lt;/span&gt;/month. We started reviewing success rate of the number of orders received Vs no. of quotations submitted every month. By end of November, we had raised our Order book to One &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Crore&lt;/span&gt; Rupees, which was remarkable. Now, that the business development is done to a considerable amount, the technical team had to take over. The projects were very critical. It involved operators working for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;upto&lt;/span&gt; 2 months, night and day to prove the technical feasibility for manufacturing the components.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continuous improvement, implement new quality systems, inspection techniques, production cycle time reduction, Failure analysis, post and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pre-&lt;/span&gt;machining inspections, were some specific area that I worked on to be able to achieve both quality and delivery requirements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we also believe that every aspect of the organization needs continuous improvement, the business development activity also has not stopped. We are looking for a bigger order worth Rs. 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Crores&lt;/span&gt;, by March 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At work, not a single day passes by without a challenging event. To be able to withstand this pressure and still live was a challenge by itself. Constant calls from vendors for payments, constant pressure from the banker to pay off my loan, consistent performance demands from the customer, added pressure and made us very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;inefficient&lt;/span&gt;. Despite this, We ensured that the pressure is not passed on to our boys to be able to get best out put from them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt; of us expect our subordinates to deliver like how we would, expect them to understand the way we would, take up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; the way we would. One thing we all forget that he is our subordinate, which means, due to his or her limitations he is there. A constant mentoring and motivation is required for them to take initiative. A lot of compromises, a number of arguments lost, quiet a few sleepless nights and being receptive to new ideas brought about this change in the function of the organization. To display character and mettle during these tough times was truly a challenge too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been able to build a team of 25 highly enthusiastic young boys, who believe in the organization and its growth plans. The company that was in the verge of retirement has now come to a point where, we can look forward to a big future. Now, we have started looking for other opportunities in the market, where we can extend our services.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to thank my team for having cooperated with me. I also would like to thank my colleague Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Raghava&lt;/span&gt; for having put up with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;idiosyncrasies&lt;/span&gt; and still stand by me during the tough times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-6975297889837771670?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/6975297889837771670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=6975297889837771670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/6975297889837771670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/6975297889837771670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2012/01/run-through-2011_12.html' title='A run through 2011....'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-2709602343817265668</id><published>2011-02-11T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T01:24:01.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart is crying out Loud " I am a helpless Indian"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I follow Times Now very regularly, majorly because my dad loves watching news and to add to it Arnab's arguments and the cadences make the news really sensational. I really dont worry about how much of truth is there in the news that is telecast. More so after watching Peepli Live and  Radia Tapes, we all must realize, very little of the entire spectrum of events is disclosed to the public. Talking of the word, Spectrum, I find it hard to forget Mr.A.Raja. Having eaten all that money, I dont even know how many zeros 1,76,000 crores has, he got a remand only for two days. Just a few weeks ago, half of the amount was swindled by the CWG authorities. I Read an article on Indian express last sunday. It was a very cynical review about the money saved in the Swiss Bank. Sarcasm at its best. Well, I see, very lil light at the end of this tunnel. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Last week, I did not watch much of news, owing to the fact that it was boring. It was the revolution in Egypt. Then, 2 days ago, I watched Times Now again. I witnessed something really interesting. A scam again. Yeaaaaaa. The DEVAS-ISRO SCAM. I jumped on to my seat with all excitement to watch the news. Till such time, I was lazing around and browsing the channels with very little enthusiasm. With big names in the list, like Mr.Kasthri Rangan and others, the news got even more exciting. All the while, Mr.Clean, Dr.Manmohan Singh, who was escaping the scrutiny, is also now in deep trouble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At home, we often discuss inspiring events,inspiring people and new technology and news. My dad thinks its important to have a grip on multi-various topics. Last night, we were discussing about the scams, and I just realized, the plight of Indian children in the next century. They will read about the scams, money swindling, exploitation of the poor and common man, by the Gandhi Family, while we have read about Mahatma Gandhi, going on starve to Death strikes to get the Nation its Independence. India was ruled by foreigners for years, and now we feel like foreigners in our own country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking of all this, I drive to my office this morning, I read a note on one of the barricades that the Greater Hyderabad Municipal Corporation uses during work. It said "Your Taxes at Work". Its an irony that we have to read it, despite being aware that our taxes are eaten away by the stray dogs of the country. My heart cried out loud, when I read that note. it said "I am a helpless Indian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-2709602343817265668?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/2709602343817265668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=2709602343817265668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/2709602343817265668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/2709602343817265668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-heart-is-crying-out-loud-i-am.html' title='My Heart is crying out Loud &quot; I am a helpless Indian&quot;'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-8107574189520160952</id><published>2011-01-27T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T02:34:53.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always give it another chance....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Why I started off this blog is actually to express how deeply I am affected by one event that happened to me an year and a half ago, and how it has turned my life. The incident created a completely disastrous impact on me and made me dubious about the soul purpose of life itself. I met one of my dad's cousins. While he was mentioning about one of his holiday trips in the US and the clearing trail activity, I realized that most of our lives are just similar to that.A clearing trail is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;trekking&lt;/span&gt; activity, where a group of people walk the trail by clearing up the broken branches and debris and walk up the trail. There are a few signs, which lead you in the correct direction. He mentioned, that only one person in his group was able to lead the group and it took less than 5 minutes for every one else to get lost, because that guy had tried it out so many times, before, which probably means, he always gave it an another chance until he got it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The realization struck me like a lightning that I would have been an ass, if I had not given my life an other chance, each time I Failed. As one of my uncle puts it, there is nothing called a failure, it is only a feedback.  A technical example to expatiate that idea. A controller, controls the error, between what is required and what is achieved to make the error zero and reach steady state.  How to control error, is the attitude, we should  be looking for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, a couple of years ago, I quit. I quit everything, I quit jobs, I quit life and quit my happiness, I quit my passion, I quit my ambitions and goals for a while. Then I realized, I am not my true self when I quit. I just wanted to give my life another chance and prove to myself, that I am strong enough to complete any trail. The clearing part of the activity, is to make the trail look clean when you look back and also to make it easy for a few people who wanna be on your side when you are walking the trail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets all always give it another chance until we get it right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-8107574189520160952?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/8107574189520160952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=8107574189520160952' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/8107574189520160952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/8107574189520160952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2011/01/always-give-it-another-chance.html' title='Always give it another chance....'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-1632042623705302374</id><published>2010-12-01T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T06:19:57.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAKE UP SID</title><content type='html'>A while since I patted myself and motivated myself to blog. With the weather getting colder in Hyderabad, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hyderabadis&lt;/span&gt; are staying warm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oweing&lt;/span&gt; to the heat in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Andhra&lt;/span&gt; politics. Surprised to see the way things are turning around keeps us all awake and excited. Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rosaiah's&lt;/span&gt; resignation, Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kiran&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kumar&lt;/span&gt; taking over the CM post was not the turn of events. The real twist came from the former &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CM's&lt;/span&gt; son, Mr.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jagan&lt;/span&gt;, who resigned and changed the entire political scene in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Andhra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Pradesh&lt;/span&gt;. Looks like about a 50 ministers might resign, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;owing&lt;/span&gt; to which Congress might lose its majority.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jagan's&lt;/span&gt; smart move was quite a check for the Congress. With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Chiranjeevi&lt;/span&gt; refusing to join the Congress, the strength of the ruling party would decline. Hoping to have Mr. Chandra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Babu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Naidu&lt;/span&gt; as the next CM. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;In spite&lt;/span&gt; of all the good things happening, I am not really worried about who runs the state, but how they do it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In case of another election, the state will have to spend another few hundred &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;crores&lt;/span&gt; on conducting it. Where are we pumping that money from? Will the politicians spend the money they have already looted to conduct the elections? Why use the taxpayer's money? Use the black money and convert it into white? Mr.X, the Home Minister, donated Rs Y for election funds. When we can find loop holes in finding out how to loot, cant we find loop holes in making black, white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;With Media focusing only on A.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Raja&lt;/span&gt; for the 2G Scam, other big names like M. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Karunanithi's&lt;/span&gt; have not been brought to light much. Having sold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; 5% of the stake of one of the companies that got the tender, M. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Karunanithi&lt;/span&gt; has made about 8000 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Crore&lt;/span&gt; Rupees. In 1991, his family owned just rupees 8000 Cores, in 2010, they own 18000 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;crore&lt;/span&gt; Rupees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            1,76000 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Crores&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a figure, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even have the energy to count the number of zeros. I am sure it needs a lot of persistence to loot the nation. The public has been persistent enough to take this shit. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know when we are gonna raise to the occasion and say enough you old bastards, clad in white uniform, give the nation to us, we ll take care of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;With 1,76000 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Crores&lt;/span&gt;, we could probably have two schools in each of the 28000 villages in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wake UP SID.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-1632042623705302374?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/1632042623705302374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=1632042623705302374' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/1632042623705302374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/1632042623705302374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2010/12/wake-up-sid.html' title='WAKE UP SID'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-7399114575577517804</id><published>2010-08-12T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T04:25:43.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Inconveniences, Larger Impacts...</title><content type='html'>I was jus wondering what is so great about my country that I wanna here. Actually speaking, there are a very few things that are even worth mentioning. My home, a few of my cherished friends, and a great history. In fact today, out of 116 countries in the world, India was in 97th position a couple of years ago and now, it could be rated 116 for the amount of corruption and inconsistent policies about the Maoists. Say all this to the public and ask them one question, are you proud to be an Indian, Most of them will come out with one thing," Mera Bharath Mahan" No one even realizes, the impact of corruption on the common man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an MP seat costs about 2 crores today, to buy 100 seats would cost 200 crores. As of today thousands of crores of Rupees is being spent on buying the seats and where to politicians go for reimbursement of the money? Tax payers. The price of petrol and other consumables are increased to sky high prices. Who is affected by it, us, the common men. to be able to cope up with the prices, we put in some more efforts and make the extra bucks for the petrol. Remember, the available time per day is limited, only 24 hours. How long will we keep walking the extra mile. Dont we need any rest? We succumb to the inconvenience the government causes. When countries like America and UK are paying Rs 30 for petrol, why should we pay Rs 55? More than one and half times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the infrastructure, the country's infrastructure is so inferior, that if you have a plan to travel for an hour, you can predict a couple of hours of delay, which means if you have to spend one litre of petrol, you tend to shell out 3 litrs. How much of an economic waste is that. The traffic lights dont work. Even if it does, we dont follow. We occupy the entire road, not allowing the opposite traffic to flow. The inconvenience is never taken seriously. We wait and wait and wait for the police to come and clear the traffic in fact some times, it takes a few hours to get out of a jam.  The economic waste is not realized. Irony is, it takes people one hour to fly from Chennai to Hyderabad, but it takes more than a couple of hours to reach their destination in Hyderabad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the Common Wealth Games. For a country that is struggling to feed half their population with healthy and one whole meal a day, is a sports event, costing 70000 crore Rupees required? out of which we spend 2 Rs for every rupee quoted. Mr. Suresh Kalmadi, the Chairman of the CWG and his team, has made his country men so proud, that a country that was in 97th rank in terms of corruption could be rated 116 now. What a shame? Rs 1 lakh tred mill, was bought at Rs 10 lakhs on hire basis. Apart from all this swindling, we will have to pay for the tickets also? tax for the infrastructure they have developed for CWG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we to blame the Government alone for all this? No. When we say, India is the largest Democratic nation in the world, we dont realize, we can practice the terms by the book. When the country is being ruled, by rotten, old, blood sucking politicians, whos only motto is to swindle our money, we sit and watch the news over a cup of coffee and some bondas. No one revolts. Forget about revolting. How many of us are responsible? Right from littering in the public, to spitting red pan on the roads, to jumping signals, common men are to be blamed. When we hear an ambulance siren, we dont even make an effort to give way for it. Life means nothing to us. The buses are over loaded. Why cant we wait for the next bus to come or why cant we start 30 mins early to catch a bus that is empty enough? Every morning, the front page of the local news paper, shows, how many ppl die in an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us, respect a pregnant woman and give her a seat in the bus. How many of us respect an old man or a lady. Physically challenged people find it a night mare to walk in the streets. My blood is boiling and unless, we decide to take a step to keep our surroundings clean, help people around us, our country will never develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Hind&lt;br /&gt;Happy Independence day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-7399114575577517804?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/7399114575577517804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=7399114575577517804' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/7399114575577517804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/7399114575577517804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2010/08/small-inconveniences-larger-impacts.html' title='Small Inconveniences, Larger Impacts...'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-6241819927971764222</id><published>2009-12-23T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:55:33.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets have Suda Suda Dosai and avoid Suda Suda News</title><content type='html'>Blog time finally arrived with the agitations in Andhra brought all of us a 2 days forced holiday. Finally after a couple of weeks found some leisure time to catch up with some news and good articles in Metro Plus and Education Plus. Sipping a cup of coffee, enjoying an amazing combination, the chill morning breeze, the smell of the print, mom's suvayaana sambar and crispy suda suda dosai. While glancing the paper, I came across an amazing Ad by Amul, "Slice butter, but not the country", there was a picture of India and a golden ring like the one around Saturn, which symbolically represented United India. There was also a caption in addition to all this, "A state of Bliss". Just a couple of statements, but the Ad spoke a lot. Appreciate the man who thought of it. I drove my dad to his office, he wanted to pick up some of his papers, so that he could work at home. While we drove back I was reminded of one of the issues Bharkha Dutt was debating on last evening on NDTV. I have always had great regards for her, because she was one of the reporter present at the Kargil. I felt she was a sensible journalist. Last night after some provocative discussions with the Congress and BJP leaders, she switched topic to Hemanth Karkare's case, who was the martier in 26/11 attack at the Taj Hotel. Bharkha was talking to his wife about the tragic incident. The case was about some sweeper having disposed his bullet proof jacket in the trash. Was is a cover up story or was it really true and in that case who was that sweeper, and how he is involved in the case. It is always possible that Hemanth's wife is not interested in investigating her husband's demise. Amidst the greif and trauma, Bharkha kept provoking as to how she would fight the battle to find out the truth. The moment she used the words, fight and battle, I realized, how insensible she was. Such words provoke any human's subconscious mind and such words would evoke desperation in the woman's mind. As one of the CEO's she might be using her education and experience very well to improve the TRP rating of "The Buck Stops Tonight", but as a human she has lost her modesty. This is so typical of any media these days. I appreciate Obama, when a couple barged into White House, during a dinner meeting, it was blown out of proportion, calling it a security lapse. Obama closed the case and said, we should stop doing the post event analysis and should look at how to strengthen the security than spending our time on this loose talk. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Iraq, with all the havok and unpleasant scenario, even today, the news headlines in all the news papers is a positive statement. Hope is the essence of life and lets not ruin the essence by encouraging unpleasant news reports.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright guys, its lunch time, I am gonna have a good meal and probably catch up with some sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-6241819927971764222?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/6241819927971764222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=6241819927971764222' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/6241819927971764222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/6241819927971764222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2009/12/lets-have-suda-suda-dosai-and-avoid.html' title='Lets have Suda Suda Dosai and avoid Suda Suda News'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-8573120759192241487</id><published>2009-12-04T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T08:42:48.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deposit thoughts to your brain and withdraw the positive ones.from your memory...</title><content type='html'>What would be the performance of your car if you filled the crank with a couple of scoops of mud...&lt;br /&gt;The same is the effect on the mind's performance when you feed it with negative thoughts.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-8573120759192241487?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/8573120759192241487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=8573120759192241487' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/8573120759192241487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/8573120759192241487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2009/12/deposit-thoughts-in-your-brain-and.html' title='Deposit thoughts to your brain and withdraw the positive ones.from your memory...'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-4871236301558275380</id><published>2009-12-02T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:32:34.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Master ' The magic of Thinking Big'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A man went for school and graduated with a honors after 4 years. Before he attended school, he always told his friends that he wanted to start his own business once he graduates. Once he finished schooling, he came to meet one of his friends in his town. The friend asked him, what happened to his business plan. The man replied, saying that he has no idea of starting one any more. His friend asked him why? He said, " All the while, in the last 4 years, I learnt what issues and challenges a start up company could face and all the different ways a business could fail"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeatedly sowing seeds of failure in your fertile mind, reaps fruits of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only the man had learnt or thought about the positive things that might happen to him, he would probably be a successful business man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-4871236301558275380?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/4871236301558275380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=4871236301558275380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/4871236301558275380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/4871236301558275380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2009/12/master-magic-of-thinking-big.html' title='Master &apos; The magic of Thinking Big&apos;'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-1044745451577100929</id><published>2009-11-29T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T09:15:39.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is about how we live it and not about how long we live -Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inspired by a couple of books I read last week, I am writing this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gone are those days, where my blogs extensively contained issues that were closely related to my experiences and emotions. In fact the number of blogs that I wrote were more than the inputs I obtained from different sources. May be this behavior was the outcome of my ego. After having experienced a few setbacks and challenges, I decided to find out what exactly was missing. I resorted to reading. Books have not only been a great source of inspiration but also provided me solace through my valleys. I was amazed by the way things turned up the moment I started practicing a few exercises suggested by the authors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Every man encounters a number of situations. Some of them gives him happiness and some make him sad and frustrated. The situations may be related to his work or his personal life.  Most of the time man blames his circumstances for dearth of happiness and joy. Every one commits mistakes and blunders. It is totally fine to have committed them because that his how he could react to the situation with the awareness and information he possessed. Life is all about how he wishes to pursue his life ahead from the experiences he has had in the past.Now let us focus on the uncomfortable circumstance prevailing over us. Instead of blaming it on some one, lets take a moment and see how we could make the situation amiable for us to learn and find a new and a totally different route to glory.  By considering what the truth of the situation is and determining the value the situation could add to our lives. For example, we are waiting for some thing to happen to us and its taking a long time for things to fall into place. First thing we do is resort to the calculative, logical personality, which suggests to us that things should not take this long, why is it happening to me and I dont deserve this. This exactly what I did first and I freaked out. After which, I realized everything around me went out of my control the moment I freaked out and for many things to fall into place it was already late. But then you know, may be for those things that did not fall into place, it had a reason. For all that I know, the situation is prevailing over my life just because there is something I lack and I have to develop that missing link. I realized, I lack patience and I had started depending emotionally on my close family, which I feel is not a virtue of a strong and a composed man. I felt I should make best use of the situation to learn to be a lil patient and make myself peaceful even during these valleys. This starts happening the moment you start concentrating on what I can do for others? for a change the mind stops thinking of you alone. That is when you lose all your ego and start looking at the world around you with a different perspective. Its been a week since I started practicing this and it works. I am much more peaceful than what I was a week ago. Probably this is something that I have to experience while climbing a high peak. This experience will also be useful when you reach the next valley. The more the experiences, the easier it becomes for us to get out of our valleys faster and manage our peaks better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case some one is interested this is inspired by a book called ' Peaks and Valleys' by Spencer Johnson&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/6183856603755302060-1044745451577100929?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/1044745451577100929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=1044745451577100929' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/1044745451577100929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/1044745451577100929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-about-how-we-live-it-and-not.html' title='Life is about how we live it and not about how long we live -Part 1'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-5400214188517448318</id><published>2009-10-05T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:14:13.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Bill Gates and Robert T Kiyosaki can be Millionaires...Why Cant I be? Do I need to be the CEO of Microsoft to be Rich?</title><content type='html'>My journey towards my destiny has not been that simple, In fact today, I don't even know what is in store for me... What is it that drives all of us... What is that, that keeps us active and going? What do we owe this world? or is it that we are just left into a dark maze and jus because we need some light are we sprinting towards it? If that is the case, why do we need light? Is that the purpose of life or is it totally different? Do we even sit back, relax and think, whether this is what we want from life? Are we like the herd of sheep or do we want to live like Lions? Do we realize the purpose of life? Atleast I dont. I am a selfish spoilt brat that wants success by no means. I am obsessed about making it big in life..,. ok now define big? well, I dont know what defines that...A BMW, a Ferarri and a huge bunglow with 5 people to serve you breakfast and 2 people to provide me with a towel for shower and so on....ok now, if I have achived that, will I stop there? or will my greed for success grow? What did Ambani do? Was he content with what he had or did he want more? he wanted more? was it for money or did it have another purpose.. ok if it had a different purpose what would that be? mental satisfaction of providing opportunities for a number of people? It is overwhelming? is it? I know it is... but you know what, I am no philosopher, who says, please donot pursue money, success, fame, career, goals... please do it with your purpose noted. I am not the one who says please be contented with what you have.. because if I preached that, you would call me a saint, which I am definitely not. Go behind what ever you like to be or do, with obsession....Make use of every second to achieve that goal... every single thought must be about achieving that, how and what are the ways to do that.......see yourself 100000000 times in the place you want to be........make it look as if it was achieved with ease...only you know the secret of that success.....make a number of mistakes, never hesitate to learn from them.....correct and recorrect the path...glory is yours...Seriously those people who say money is not at all important to them do not know the value of it...or they are those who have made all that they need and do not care about it any more....Failures call success 'LUCK'.....I call it perseverence....We all know Edison only because he became famous for having invented an electric bulb, but in the process he had 108 patents, which most of us are not aware of...he is known as the scientist but not many of us know he was a great industrialist...he brought about a revolution in Ameican Economy and energy sectors....The topic I have chosen to write is highly complicated....a blog will not suffice my thoughts....I need to write a whole book......Any way....Most of you would have similar questions and answers......What you are is finally what value you add to this world....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-5400214188517448318?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/5400214188517448318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=5400214188517448318' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/5400214188517448318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/5400214188517448318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-bill-gates-and-robert-t-kiyosaki.html' title='When Bill Gates and Robert T Kiyosaki can be Millionaires...Why Cant I be? Do I need to be the CEO of Microsoft to be Rich?'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-4725597852531277412</id><published>2009-10-04T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T11:46:47.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up Sid</title><content type='html'>I may not be able to claim that, the director has chosen a new concept or the screen play was amazing. It is a mundane story, a lazy boy becoming a successful man, well knit around the main two characters of the film. What makes this movie so special is the setting, camera work, colors, art direction, the couple's chemistry and inspiring music. Shankar Eshan loy have cast their magic charm again on the film.. the movie has both light and heavy moments, the gaps of which is superbly filled by the music. Aaj kal Zindagi and Iktara have the trio's touch in it. The remix version of the Wake up Sid was placed really well in the story. Shankar's rendering as fresh as it was when he came out Breathless, makes the album special. On the whole Wake up Sid is a good entertainer... A new combination of stars, a good attempt by the debutant director Ayan Mukherji....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgot to mention, Ranbir's T-shirts were awesome and really really cool... I am trying to find them here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch it and enjoy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: do not expect logic to kick in at any portion of the film...&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/6183856603755302060-4725597852531277412?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/4725597852531277412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=4725597852531277412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/4725597852531277412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/4725597852531277412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2009/10/wake-up-sid.html' title='Wake Up Sid'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-3214563327192783039</id><published>2009-07-27T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:29:35.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LUCK I Condemn The Condemned</title><content type='html'>Shruti Haasan's abysmal performance and Imran Khan the boy next door's expressionless acting is what the movie is all about. Luck, resembles The Condemned, a new concept for the Indian audience, so its appreciable. Actors like Sanjay Dutt and Mithun Chakravarthy have added advantage to the film. I just wished the boy next door was not just a metaphor, and a reality, I would have demanded the money for my tickets back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, the movie was shot in good locales, the fun of South Africa was lost in concept of the film, people get killed diving from a few thousand feet or they get eaten by sharks, or get shot by the trigger of the pistol, All this is determined by their Luck. The concept of internet betting was inherited from The Condemned, although the story had a few changes, and a few romantic moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times it was amusing to see Shruti Haasan, jus waiting to deliver her dialogues. Her accent and her apprehension to speak is noticable. Sanjay was as usual good in his role, may be because his real life and reel life did not differ much and Mithun's acting was jus like I watched him during 90's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music goes along with the gripping scenes. Azma sung by Shruti Haasan is stylish and has an English Tinge, while Sukhwinder sings a bale bale version of Azma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decide whether or not to watch LUCK.....if you are lucky to save a few bucks, you would come across my blog and defer to what I say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-3214563327192783039?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/3214563327192783039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=3214563327192783039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/3214563327192783039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/3214563327192783039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2009/07/luck-first-letter-not-right.html' title='LUCK I Condemn The Condemned'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-1309633164945194175</id><published>2009-06-15T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:28:25.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>discombobulated....</title><content type='html'>Living a normal life style, following just what the others do, seems a very easy task. A mediocre life with no challenges makes a man so content. Wake up early in the morning, perform your every day chores, have a decent breakfast, go to work, have a good lunch and then come home in the night for your hard earned meal, watch a lil bit of TV, go to bed exactly at the same time you did the earlier night is just so mundane. Infact I wish I lived jus like the others did. What I really want is way too ahead of its time. Success, which is always a future tense. What do you say about it? It is jus a matter of perception. Alright, first of all, we need to define what success is ...like say Making 5 crores of bank balance by the time you retire...excellent, very specific. May be say, a happy family with a couple of kids and some retirement benifits to exist, a lil vague, but its ok. or we can say Wanting to be Ambani or Ferrari. This is setting up a benchmark. Now, first step towards achieving success is to find out what exactly you want? It an amazing question. I have been trying to answer this question for the last 6 years. I have not been able to centre it down to one. My fickle mind has always made me confused. My low patience level has never given me a chance to think over it again and again. What do you want? is the first question we must ask ourselves over and over again to focus our engery and attention to one single goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second step is to find out how? Another challenging question  to answer. That needs a lot of home work. Righting down your short term plans, longterm plans and stuff like that. Many books give us the methods of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are various books that give us various ideas, all of them have one common thing, belief. I have written a number of blogs before talking about developing a good belief system. The more you believe in what you want the easier it is to obtain. To develop that belief system ha ha....Its all your effort........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I writing this blog? I do not know...Its been a long time since I found any body to babble.... I know I have yapped....its all with a reason......jus wanted to vent my frustration.. found no one to crap my yaaaaap......Here it is....please ensai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is from the TensNick..totally discombobulated......ha ha confused....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-1309633164945194175?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/1309633164945194175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=1309633164945194175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/1309633164945194175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/1309633164945194175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2009/06/discombobulated.html' title='discombobulated....'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-3647473306675092687</id><published>2009-03-23T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:17:59.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amusement Park</title><content type='html'>Seems like I am in an amusement park going on a bumper car ride. Managing people is an art, managing people of your city is strenuous, managing people of your state makes your life miserable, managing people of your nation is unimaginable. I am talking about a country thats infested with machines, thoughtless, their attitude towards their life unimpressive and towards others lives so indifferent. A country where more than 10000 Gods are worshipped, where people fear mistakes, have no control what so ever. From bumping traffic signals to spitting on their roads, make them special. Lane traffic, can never be implemented due to the tremendous amount of population, their civic sense needs to be applauded, their gratitude for others have no boundaries. A country where Mahatma Gandhi was born, a country where legends like Bhagat Singh and Mother Teressa hail from was given to dogs after 1947. Sometimes I wish India was still ruled by the British. Atleast then the rules and regulations would have its regard. People drive on roads, no one's life is made easy. Their acumen and adeptness, make them skilled drivers. Given a chance all of them could be a part of Formula 1. Not concerned about any fellow human, they drive their way to destiny. Whether others reach their destinations or not, we are not concerned. Foolishly standing when the signal's red waiting for others to pass by...educated people, are even more in a rush to get to their work places, their anxiety overpowering their patience. What makes life easy, we have no clue. Our behavior is the reflection of our culture, our up bringing and our historical heritage. Rectification begins from home. Obsession about your own ideas and walking your talk makes us living examples. Lets not advocate our ideas, lets walk it first. Life is a very serious game, its not a bumper car ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-3647473306675092687?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/3647473306675092687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=3647473306675092687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/3647473306675092687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/3647473306675092687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2009/03/amusement-park.html' title='Amusement Park'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-2888603034865054681</id><published>2009-03-04T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:24:33.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lexington-my wonderland</title><content type='html'>Flew into the wonderland of opportunities&lt;br /&gt;Seeking a future really bright, I land&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful breeze from the bluegrass tickle my senses&lt;br /&gt;A sense of accomplishment fills my heart with pride&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of the adversities, I strutted with confidence&lt;br /&gt;Highly elated I walked in to experience a new culture&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge and wisdom imparted with new style was a piece of entertainment&lt;br /&gt;As said, there is a calm before strong&lt;br /&gt;No later than I felt the joy of learning, I was immersed in an outrageous storm of assignments and projects, which almost choked me to death, when I called out for help&lt;br /&gt;Wandered day and night pondering about my priorities and choices&lt;br /&gt;Notes of Sleeplessness swept in, singing songs of glory&lt;br /&gt;Nights became nightmarish, colors seemed gray and blue&lt;br /&gt;Laughter and tears vanished into the work, like a falling star&lt;br /&gt;there came down the isle of heaven, a paragon&lt;br /&gt;Lord's wand had its charm on me&lt;br /&gt;A selected few from the buzzing lot, offered to help&lt;br /&gt;They brought me joy&lt;br /&gt;Helped me learn the value of emotions&lt;br /&gt;value of love, magnanimity of uniqueness&lt;br /&gt;and the truth of life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the wonderland seems a tough place to live without most of you...and also a  pleasant place cos of a very few....&lt;br /&gt;Its been quite sometime since I wrote a blog..Hope it doesn't seem like a blooper to you...&lt;br /&gt;Its ok if it seems to u like one, I am glad I made a fool of myself, just to make you laugh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care buddies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-2888603034865054681?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/2888603034865054681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=2888603034865054681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/2888603034865054681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/2888603034865054681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2009/03/lexington-my-wonderland.html' title='Lexington-my wonderland'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-2288110084891166781</id><published>2008-12-07T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:35:01.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the ambiance of the blue skies</title><content type='html'>country men are living in the illusion of hailing from the most respectful community, which has rich tradition and culture. We proudly claim to have come from the oldest civilization, a country where administration and planning commenced, a country where wealth and knowledge ruled. This was the first civilization where all the facilities, including the sanitation was made available to the public. There are strong historical evidences of  Harappa and Mohenjodaro, having the most planned sanitation facility.  Lets halt and stop reveling in the glorious past and look at what India has today? The world's largest urinal, the Indian railway tracks. The fragrance of shit and the ambrosial from the platform chai wala, makes food irresistible. Travel in an Indian train, the early morning sight from the window is really enjoyable. Men and women love defecating in the ambiance of the blue skies. When I traveled in India last time, I came across a mother who would not allow her child into the rest room and the defecation is done only in the compartment. This incident drove me crazy. Of course, the allergies that might clinge on to you if you used the rest room makes it a dangerous proposition. There are many issues related to open defecation raging from health to eve teasing. A number of research work is done indicating these issues. Very few steps are taken to provide solution to this. For most Indians a toilet is the most unwanted place. No care is taken to monitor its cleanliness. Is there no immediate solution to a plague like this. One organization like Sulabh  alone cannot cater to the entire Indian population. Probably all schools should shake hands with the organization and educate students about using the rest rooms. It is of paramount importance to promote research and improve the standards of Indian toilets. Some measure has to be taken to be able to clean up the Indian tracks and the defecated solids should not be let out, instead collected and used for generation of biogas or should be converted into ash. Step by step approach will never work. We know there is a plague in the country, would you try and destroy it today or will you wait and make strategic plans? Now lets start reveling, squat is the most helpful position for pregnant women... when are Indians going to change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-2288110084891166781?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/2288110084891166781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=2288110084891166781' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/2288110084891166781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/2288110084891166781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-ambiance-of-blue-skies.html' title='In the ambiance of the blue skies'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-8750226029520799304</id><published>2008-06-16T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:56:30.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dasavatharam 'A complete mess'</title><content type='html'>With Dasavatharam hitting the big screens last week, its become an institution in an Indian's life.Kamal fans making a big fuss about the show, hyped the movie's presence in the town even more.technically highly advanced, was the selling factor for the movie.Spun around some normal routine masala, was a spagetti, with some meat balls in it. The sauce was not really tasty. Mallika Sherawat the sex icon was literally a pro in the film, she called herself a CIA agent. The villain was typically an , English movie terminator material  . A granny role, really funny and the kalifulla role making no mark in the film.I would say Kamal tried a lot,but in vain.He could not blossom in any role except as Nambi role, which was too close to reality though it was a fictitious charecter. Infact, it kind of gives a feeling that a lot of homework had gone into it.Other than that, with a few typical crazy Mohan jokes, which seemed to have become monotonous over time.Not much of time was spent on details. The movie was all about lot of chasing scenes, kamal and a few screams of Asin. It certainly needed a lot of homework. The screen play was screen misplay, the dialogues were no good and finally coming to animation, was like some 5 year old kidding scribbling his doodles and pasting em all together to suit the film. There is no reason why attention was not given to the technical aspect of the film. Talking about music, was really sick, had one melody, which was sounded like some repeat.One peppy number in which Jayaprada  looked really gorgeous making no mistakes in her role, while the singh singer had done a decent job of his role.Looked like he had fixed his mind on the name of the film and so he had to act ten charecters and chaos theory was just all about chaos. Please watch the film now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-8750226029520799304?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/8750226029520799304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=8750226029520799304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/8750226029520799304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/8750226029520799304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2008/06/dasavatharam-chaotic.html' title='Dasavatharam &apos;A complete mess&apos;'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-703991279734376782</id><published>2008-06-15T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:45:58.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latch on to me, if you cannot walk, I can carry you for a while.....</title><content type='html'>Engrossed in this mundane life of going to school, research, finding a job, feels like I am lost in a dense forest.Even the movement of a leaf seems like a crouching tiger to me.Fear growing immensely, finding a solution for these things became a huge challenge. No time to relax, with my project coming to an end, I have been working almost 12 hours a day. Completely exhausted after finishing my report on Friday at 7 Pm, I decide to come back home and take off the entire weekend. I went out for a movie called Dasavatharam, which was even more exhausting.Sleepy that I was, I got lost in some distinct thoughts, of getting a reply from the company that just interviewed me last week and about the work that my boss is gonna task me with and some thoughts about some one really special and the nice time I might have with that person if I went back to India. Disconnected, my train of thoughts run on different tracks. What was really exciting was meeting a good friend of mine whom I have not seen for a month. After some kalaai we all departed to our bunkers. I Walked bare foot cos I was too lazy to put on my shoes. I tore my foot.With some blood woozing out I had a band aid on and got dropped home. Appreciating a friend who said he could wait to accompany me home , appreciating the friend who got some cotton and band aid and the friend who says take care for I was in pain, I go back to my bunker.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what each one of us in undergoing at that situation, the pressures, the kinda life each one of us is leading, when we get together everything looks so simple and easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a pleasure to have so many people who care for you.Its really not important whether he tells you he loves you.Its all in the actions.I will now go to sleep in peace, cos now I know, there are so many who are ready to say, Hey, Do you need support? you are hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-703991279734376782?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/703991279734376782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=703991279734376782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/703991279734376782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/703991279734376782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2008/06/latch-on-to-me-if-you-cannot-walk-i-can.html' title='Latch on to me, if you cannot walk, I can carry you for a while.....'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-3173788487060236821</id><published>2008-05-13T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:32:12.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See what you can learn from every experience, it will be enriching....</title><content type='html'>The last 3 months of my life has been really hectic.I have been waiting to find time to write a blog.I happened to experience one of the most memorable incidents.I wish to share it, spread some wisdom. Find it comical or thought provoking is our choice. I started to work harder, even after being stressed out due to long working hours, cos I was given a dead line of completing my thesis work by August. Its kind of exciting and exhausting to be in a situation like this.Complete your experimentation, finishing the write up, and applying for jobs.I am not the only one with so many challenges. I know there is much more I will have to face in life if I have to be massive success. I wish I had all the strength in the world.If I were still praying God, I would ask him only one thing, strength and stamina. Now that I don't I have to derive some strength from some energy factors around me, my mom, my dad, my bro and some special people, my friends. Off late, that strength has not been sufficient to to burn all my cylinders.I felt I burnt up all my fuel when, I walked out of my lab 4 days ago. Some thing struck me and I said I would go back to the lab and finish up the rest of the work so that I could complete things faster.I wish this had not happened, but I am happy it did. I broke two components on that day, in the lab.I knew I was screwed.Adrenaline shot up and I was completely perplexed.I was literally in tears.I had to report the damage to my Professor.I did it.I sent him and the next day, I met him. He was really mad at me, but he was so composed and rational about it, which made me even more guilty and he told me all that I had to do to improve further. I realized how much I did not know, and I was humbled.It is surprising to see how much engineering humbles a person. By the time you finish a project you realize how much you don't know. After having learnt, how much of improvement I needed to make, I went down to the lab completely upset and the following weekend I was really upset and was sleepless. The Monday morning was slow, I went to the lab and was making a new cable for my encoder.I observed closely the old cable, and I found that the copper wire inside one of the wires had broken. OOOOOOOOOOOOops crazy and I used the new cable and the old component worked. I ran to tell my prof and he was happy I had not broken them.Now I did some post event anaysis to find out what actually happened. Now I did some post event analysis,&lt;br /&gt;I realised it was such a nice feedback from him, I understood how much he wanted me to work.I dont blame him, he is my teacher and he would say anything only to make me better. It gave me a paradigm shift and my work has certainly improved after that.I am sure he must have noticed it.I am happy for what happened that day and everything in life is a learning experience, believe in that, you will go great heights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-3173788487060236821?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/3173788487060236821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=3173788487060236821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/3173788487060236821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/3173788487060236821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2008/05/see-what-you-can-learn-from-every.html' title='See what you can learn from every experience, it will be enriching....'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-6885801440911903012</id><published>2008-03-28T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T08:33:13.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Constrain yourself by constraining your thoughts</title><content type='html'>I have been waiting for the last one month to find some nice topic that I could write on, I  have found one.Over the last one month I wanted to take control of my life since life has been controlling me for all the while.I am not the kind of person who believes in destiny. I have a unique perspective about life.We get what we want,only if we want it baaaaadly.It is completely wrong.We get what we want only if we love it, only if we are passionate about it.&lt;br /&gt;I have been "studying" a book lately"I can make you rich".It has become my geetha....Lemme make sure I convey the message to the world.Most of us are intimidated by something that is very simple to do-Imagine.Jus nothing forming images in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure all of us want to become rich make loads of money to live a happy and a prosperous life.When we are asked how much money you wanna make, we would not know.We give a vague answer.There is no clarity.Clarity makes sure we know what we want, which is the first step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the actual reason why we dont make all the money we need to live rich?Is it because we are not managing money well?Is it because we dont love it?Is it because we dont have all the luck in the world to have the money we want?Is it because we are not qualified to make so much money?Is it because our job does not provide us an opportunity to make enough money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the above is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;We dont see ourselves making so much money.We have constraints.We dont wish to think beyond our limits.Why do we have limitations in imagining ourselves to be big?Our scociety is encourages people to be humble about their achievements but people mistake it to being humble about what they want to be. All of us have a tendency to say, I am never gonna make as much money as Bill Gates or Ambanis or the TATA.We are all scared make images of ourselves making so much money.We limit our imagination to buying cars,we dont even think of buying a Mercedes, we have limitations, because we are afraid we cant make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, a thought just struck me.Since we fear we cant make it so we are not able to.If we think we can thats possible too.Thats the power of imagination.Our subconscious is really powerful.Any suggestion given to it will be dealt with great regards and it will see to it that we become what we strongly believe we would be.Keep making images of yourself becoming what you want to be in your head and reinstate it again and again.You will certainly get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you start doing it make it more specific to time.This is how you achieve massive success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this is not jus about making money it applies to other things too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread your imagination to larger horizons,relax your thoughts.Have not constraints in thoughts you will have no constraints in your achievements too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-6885801440911903012?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/6885801440911903012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=6885801440911903012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/6885801440911903012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/6885801440911903012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2008/03/constrain-yourself-by-constraining-your.html' title='Constrain yourself by constraining your thoughts'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-4185012167196675866</id><published>2008-01-03T08:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T12:30:12.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May be Every bit of it needs to be rephrased,how ever, every bit of I mentioned is true and my experience.....</title><content type='html'>I was talking to one of my buddies last night and she asked me why I chose to write about nature, girlfriend poems, God and stuff."Why dont you write about Friends?"Oh what do I write about friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things to say,&lt;br /&gt;If  I started to write about&lt;br /&gt;the whole of my life would not be enough.&lt;br /&gt;Do I have so much time to just write about&lt;br /&gt;Or do you have so much time to read all that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, now that she had given me a suggestion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked along the rocky path up the smoky's&lt;br /&gt;felt thirsty, stopped and looked around, I saw a stream of water, filled my bottle I could not fill the whole stream into my bottle, I know its a wierd thought.The water that filled the bottle gave me some stamina to some distance.I walked further, the stream started getting far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;It never mattered to me how long I had that water with me.Now the stream is not just for me.Take a bit of it, dont consume it all up, many are to be benifitted outta it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked a lil more, really tired..wanted to sit...looked around found a trunk, lying across&lt;br /&gt;went and sat on it, thinking about the pond.Really happy how helpful it was to me.But realising the reality, the nature of the stream is to flow, you cannot constrain it.&lt;br /&gt;Now, bearing all my weight, not saying a word, the trunk supported me.Not giving up even when a 100 people sat on it at once.Now the trunk was really supportive.Now I cannot expect to occupy the whole trunk thats, selfishness.Many people are to be benifitted outta it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked a lil more after the break. Climbed some steep trails.I held onto some branches , they had a great grip, and a strong hold.You would  never trip and even if you did the branch would not let you fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, these are the qualities my friends posses.All of them whom I thought were friends have given me strength, some way or the other.Some have been like the stream whom I dont wish to disturb.Some of them have been like the trunk and some have been like the branches that I held onto when I  tumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, nothing stayed with me for long,thats how life is meant to be.No one is gonna be with you all your life,how ever the time they spend with you would have some impact on you.Most of them only leave behind a nice memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very few streams dont stop till you fill your bottle,&lt;br /&gt;A very few trunks have sharp edges,&lt;br /&gt;A very few branches break when you clinge onto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Circumstancial phenomenon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is some kind of philosophical crap? I do not know if it interests any reader.I am not writing to impress any one,I am expressing.It is first of all very difficult to eulogise your friends, second of all if you decide to it gets tough to flatter them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience,integrity,empathy,benovelence, are some qualities that I tried giving anologies for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if I did justice.May be I need to rephrase every bit of it..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-4185012167196675866?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/4185012167196675866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=4185012167196675866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/4185012167196675866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/4185012167196675866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2008/01/may-be-every-bit-of-it-needs-to-be.html' title='May be Every bit of it needs to be rephrased,how ever, every bit of I mentioned is true and my experience.....'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-17477386474494358</id><published>2007-12-24T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T10:57:56.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero's plight quite analogous to the shore?Just rearrange Shore find a hero's....</title><content type='html'>Each time the wave retreats it consumes a part of the shore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea so fickle in making decisions, moves back and forth giving the shore hope for not more than a few moments.&lt;br /&gt;When it was the time when the shore chose to detach the sea chose to consume the whole shore, causing enough damage to the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the shore is worn out, weak and has no where to go.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved in to my life and out of it jus like the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the wave gives it explaination....&lt;br /&gt;Simple and logical.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long are we jus going to stay at the distance?&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make you "nothing",&lt;br /&gt;so that I am happy I have lost "nothing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the shore for a long time from now would not have to face any more casualities.....cos the it is already broken....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-17477386474494358?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/17477386474494358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=17477386474494358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/17477386474494358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/17477386474494358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-in-one-phase-of-life-where-nothing.html' title='Hero&apos;s plight quite analogous to the shore?Just rearrange Shore find a hero&apos;s....'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-7695085929867017423</id><published>2007-12-18T12:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T13:22:09.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a squeaky wheel gets its greeze....</title><content type='html'>I was brought up in a highly controlled atmoshpere, talking sense, speaking soft, sophistication,&lt;br /&gt; patience were some things that were taught at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one taught me that only "A squeaky wheel gets it greeze".My mom says remain silent, never react to any thing, you might as well show your other cheek if some one hits on one.I thought my mom must be right, I kept showing the other one and each time I showed the other one I got hit on that too.I went and asked my mom who had told her that? She said she read it in Gandhi's autobigraphy. I said no one is following the Gandhian principles any more, they are giving one on the other cheek too.She said its ok , people will realise one day. No one even cares.No body is guilty for having hit me. They have taken advantage of my weakness. I did not want to hit back, cos I was scared, not because I will get hit again, it was because they will get hit.I wanted to be God, which was mere stupidity.I thought, God will help me if I remain silent and be patient.My mom did not know that ahimsa was used as a weapon when people had some sense of  humanity, when people realised hiting some one was wrong and now people are not even aware of the fact that it is wrong.Forget about legal illegal business, about whether it is right or wrong .My mom did not realise that God had provided me with my limbs to protect myself.She was not aware that I could hit them back and still be a hero.She was so much convinced by Gandhian principles because he had proved once that it was possible to be patient and get your work done.It took him a long time to get us independence.But after bringing us independence he hardly took any actions to make the country a better one, whats the whole point?If he had hit them hard his followers would have stuck to his ideas and would have never taken advantage of his tolerance and created new parties.If we were still a British colony may be we would have been a wealthier country. Tolerance is one of the greatest banes India has got.We allowed people to concur us continously.Now being concurred by the corrupt politicians the whole country is going to drains. I am another Indian who has escaped to the US, to make my money and finally during my retired life would pull my easy chair and enjoy the breeze sipping a cup of coffee and reading a news paper reading the same old news.Develpoing Nations coming to gether to sign a treaty.How long are we gonna remain the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know I have no rights to talk about all the growth of the nation,they are some statements that only resposible people must make.Now I am not talking about the nation alone.People in specific.Hit back, if some one hits you,break his bones if he wishes to break yours, Make moves quick enough to escape blows Fight the world that is giving you so many troubles.Never remain silent, because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a squeaky wheel gets its greeze-it is quite synonymous to&lt;br /&gt;"azhara kozhandaiku daaaan paaal"-Tamil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-7695085929867017423?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/7695085929867017423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=7695085929867017423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/7695085929867017423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/7695085929867017423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2007/12/only-squeaky-wheel-gets-its-greeze.html' title='Only a squeaky wheel gets its greeze....'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-4522471212438474017</id><published>2007-12-07T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T09:42:05.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye sight</title><content type='html'>Are you God's most beautiful creation&lt;br /&gt;   or has he gifted me with a selective eyesight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-4522471212438474017?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/4522471212438474017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=4522471212438474017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/4522471212438474017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/4522471212438474017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2007/12/eye-sight_610.html' title='Eye sight'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-1330808738764421162</id><published>2007-12-04T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T11:16:47.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who came to your house?King ? or beggar?</title><content type='html'>Lets give it a personality.&lt;br /&gt;Opportunity is an emperor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opportunity knocks the door many times,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His aura can be noticed only  by some wise people. He is actually the emperor.He disguises himself like a popper, to test your mettle and charecter.He would be able to judge your seriousness, by coming without any noise.&lt;br /&gt;The moment he learns that you have no regards for small poeple, he decides you really dont deserve to entertain him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could give you another chance, to prove your charecter, but if you still dont understand that it was an opportunity given to you to prove yourself, you stand no chance.You will be englufed by his magnanimity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to confess about many poeple, who are so lazy to go open the door. No body wants to move their limbs to reach out to something that comes to them. We have become so lazy that, we have started saying come in, keeping the door open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Prince himself had given an intimation that he was going to visit our house, we would&lt;br /&gt;stand next to the door awaiting his arrival. The point is how much importance you attach to something, matters. We attach no importance to a popper.We care not, even if he was dying of hunger. or do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what? Are we gonna sit down on our couches all day and warm them? or are we going to lift our bums and open the door when some one knocks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-1330808738764421162?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/1330808738764421162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=1330808738764421162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/1330808738764421162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/1330808738764421162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2007/12/who-came-to-your-houseking-or-beggar.html' title='Who came to your house?King ? or beggar?'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-2080670736757864259</id><published>2007-11-25T13:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T14:23:49.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raaga Terrain</title><content type='html'>When life was looking dull and drab, when it was getting stale, when it was getting boring, when things were looking blurred to me, when every sound seemed like  noise to me,Thanks giving was one holiday which gave me all the joy I wanted,I had time to spend with my friends.Best of all was, I spent the whole week listening to music.Its a pleasure to be listening to all my friends sing.We had been to Ohio for Thanksgiving shopping.Antakshari started  in the car when we were traveling back.Then the same evening, there was a "music jam" in one of my friend's place. I was also invited.I was previliged to be among some great musicians from Lexington. Each one with some special talent.All of them who was present there participated with great amount of enthusiasm.It was thoroughly an entertainment.We all started at 5 Pm and the session continued till 2:00 am the next morning. It was fun to be listening to all of them sing songs.The first few hours we had a light music session,later it was carnatic. Shubha and Aarthi's performance that evening was remarkable.The Raagam, thaalam and bhavam at its best.With Sujan accompanying the singers made the session a very memorable one. Making no mistakes, proving again that "Practice makes a man perfect". Their aura making the whole space vibrant and reverberating. It was real fun to be a part of the show.I am glad I got an opportunity to be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-2080670736757864259?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/2080670736757864259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=2080670736757864259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/2080670736757864259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/2080670736757864259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2007/11/raaga-terrain.html' title='Raaga Terrain'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-1613553089876343109</id><published>2007-11-01T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T17:24:44.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make your choice, want to be God or Devil?</title><content type='html'>Do you know it is true?&lt;br /&gt;Just bring in a new born fish(jillo), bring it to your acquarium,and fix a barrier across Jillo's path.For the first few days of the week, he comes hits himself against the barrier and then returns.He comes till the barrier hoping to cross it.Over a period of time, he gets so much used to the distance he has traveled, he never even imagines to travel further.Now remove the barrier, Jillo returns at the place where the barrier was placed before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about an elephant,(bui bui)&lt;br /&gt;A baby elephant is tied to a strong piece of wood with a chain.When he tries to move, he cannot because the chain is too strong for him to break open.Over a period of time, he gets used to it and stays there.Even after he grows, huge, hefty and strong he does not break open the chain.He still feels that the chain is strong for him.His thoughts are conditioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I took so much time to expatiate this is, to make it clear how thoughts can be conditioned.&lt;br /&gt;So only if you believe, you will perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are we and the society.&lt;br /&gt;The society is like the chain or the barrier across.Every move we make to progress there is some one around you trying to say you are not really good at it, you are bad, you have no option but to struggle,why dont you try that? This is really not your cup of tea.OOOOOOps how many limiting thoughts, have I dumped in this paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;There is some one who says hey, you know what, I tried doing it all the while, I have never been able to do it, so dont bother about trying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always remember to mention Thomas Alva Edison.He is a phenomenon, he has proved to be a genius.His statement lingers in my head, when ever some one says  "cannot".When had failed 9999 times in the course of finding an electric bulb, he was asked by the media about what he felt about all his failures, he said"I found 9999 ways,how not to make an electric bulb".This is a clich'e, but still, I don't want to miss an opportunity to put forth this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enzo Ferarri was also told that he was not fit to be a part of automobile industry.I am glad you all know who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds, Walt Disney, Einstein, Bill Gates, The dabba walas, Sir CV Raman, Adolf Hitler, Mahatma Gandhi, all these people are just a very few I have read about. I am sure, there would be n number of such people in this world, who would have made it to the pinnacle of glory even after being suppressed by the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to make one point clear, we are society when we let down some one, and we are phenomenons when we inspire some one.Its all within you and what you want to be is your choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-1613553089876343109?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/1613553089876343109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=1613553089876343109' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/1613553089876343109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/1613553089876343109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2007/11/make-your-choice-want-to-be-god-or.html' title='Make your choice, want to be God or Devil?'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-1711786809997584021</id><published>2007-10-24T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T22:16:47.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why cant days get better?Isn't there an easy way out??</title><content type='html'>Woke up in the morning at around 7:30, It was really pleasant.I thought I would get some more sleep because I had slept only at 3:00 am.What a great joy, when you sleep more than what you can afford to. Its heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind blowing really hard, the leaves of the trees rumbling to the wind&lt;br /&gt;Mother nature singing me a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;The fragrance of the soil, really sweet&lt;br /&gt;What a nice time to sleep......&lt;br /&gt;The left over work in my lab just too alarming&lt;br /&gt;woke me up,&lt;br /&gt;My dearest friend,Self sympathy said&lt;br /&gt;Nick time for you to sleep, buddy&lt;br /&gt;My enemy, my self, said&lt;br /&gt;time for you to be up and working&lt;br /&gt;Rise and shine&lt;br /&gt;Throwing my blanket away, I woke up with all hatered&lt;br /&gt;No, time to sleep,no time for myself, what am I living for?&lt;br /&gt;What am I achieving, doing all the work?&lt;br /&gt;Remains of my work-just frustration&lt;br /&gt;thinking all this,I picked up my bag and ran along the green lawns spread across my school campus, the grass so lush, the leaves dropping of the trees, just too beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;No time to admire all this?&lt;br /&gt;What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, pls give me some time to admire your creation...&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha,&lt;br /&gt;I rush into my lab&lt;br /&gt;looking at all the wires, hanging around&lt;br /&gt;I start my day's work...&lt;br /&gt;A cup of Ben n jerry giving me company&lt;br /&gt;I check the mail box,  I find I am already behind, my Prof has sent me a mail regarding what he wants....ooooooooooops, I rush, I do all the work, he has asked me to do,first priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done some work yeaah ,&lt;br /&gt;He comes down and says, I am not in town, till Moday, please do the following...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of work, ha ha he he , ho ho&lt;br /&gt;I start with all the courage,&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure, I love to work,&lt;br /&gt;so I take it with all positive attitude and start.I am done with half of my work&lt;br /&gt;I just have another half remaining, which I could finish tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I rethink all that I had thought this morning&lt;br /&gt;I am here just because I deserve to be, I am gonna make it big one day.&lt;br /&gt;That one day,needs a lots of days, like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one of my teachers saying this&lt;br /&gt;"To achieve something, you need to make some sacrifices"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-1711786809997584021?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/1711786809997584021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=1711786809997584021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/1711786809997584021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/1711786809997584021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-cant-days-get-betterisnt-there-easy.html' title='Why cant days get better?Isn&apos;t there an easy way out??'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-7901863770701121780</id><published>2007-10-19T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T14:30:47.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music or Mu'sick'????</title><content type='html'>Define MUSIC,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It is the silence between two consequitive notes.&lt;br /&gt;   Concentrate on the gap you will relish music to the fullest extant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-7901863770701121780?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/7901863770701121780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=7901863770701121780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/7901863770701121780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/7901863770701121780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2007/10/music-of-musick.html' title='Music or Mu&apos;sick&apos;????'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-6861388690678441631</id><published>2007-10-16T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:12:02.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No life is complete without dreams!!!</title><content type='html'>Long since I wrote a blog.I have been wanting to write one, I claim I had no time...he he he&lt;br /&gt;It is the worst thing to say "I did not have time" because, Albert Einstein also had only 24 hrs a day.Though all those who are reading this blog might laugh at it.You might all say,"Hey Nick, you are not Albert Einstein." I would say, "Its nothing wrong if you imagine yourself to be one."&lt;br /&gt;History has always spoken about those who were prominent and about those who knew how to sell themselves.I am sure there would have been n number of people with the same IQ level as Einstein,( just like me) just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no problem in dreaming big.Many smart people land up in small jobs,earning a regular salary with small annual pay hikes, taking loans for their housing.All those who claim to have topped their class, have not excelled in their careers.I don't claim that, you need not top a class to excel in your work.I am emphasizing on the fact that what makes you more successful is how big you dream to be."Dream, dream and dream till what you dream comes true"-Nick&lt;br /&gt;There is no reason or excuse for failure.My last statement is completely faulty.I have got to correct myself.There is nothing called failure.Everything is just a feedback.You score low in a subject than the required to clear the paper.It gives you a feedback, you will be able to correct yourself by getting to know how much you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat this almost every time, we are just like a kite."Even the kite has to overcome the adversities of the wind to fly high."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your work might just be a drop in an ocean but the ocean would be less without that drop"-Mother Teressa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My analogy is very simple.Consider the ocean to be your life.Every step you take to work is a drop in the ocean.Your life would not be complete without that action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really not sure if I have conveyed what I wanted.I am very confident that this blog will give each one of you a different perspective.Will certainly motivate me when I am down.&lt;br /&gt;May be will help at least one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care buddies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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dreams!!!'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-4822566529573663229</id><published>2007-09-15T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T14:41:28.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When no one smiled, only destiny did!!!!</title><content type='html'>Smiling all day, I take all that comes my way&lt;br /&gt;Facing every challenge like a warrior, so brave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusions galore,&lt;br /&gt;Small and large, like a life consuming tide&lt;br /&gt;Walking in solitude, I introspect&lt;br /&gt;Realisation dawns, that no one really cares&lt;br /&gt;I feel the dissipation of energy&lt;br /&gt;I walk without any crutch, all day long&lt;br /&gt;No one to talk to, no one to share&lt;br /&gt;Lost in my own thoughts, I walk&lt;br /&gt;Stumbled when I trampled on a stone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt I was a "one man army"&lt;br /&gt;Facing a whole batallion all alone&lt;br /&gt;shelling away all that I had, to wage a war against the reality of life&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to win the battle&lt;br /&gt;I started out with a rage&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a Puissant in the beginning!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed by&lt;br /&gt;I realised ,I had paved my path towards final destination&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel, I am a destitute with no choice to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;I smiled back!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-4822566529573663229?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-2458030954913019457</id><published>2007-08-10T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:09:03.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How many of us want to commit mistakes???</title><content type='html'>Mistakes are the best teachers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Last two weeks was a nightmare. My research work is on force feed back control systems.I have been having fun designing the experimental setup which comprises of some fixtures some angle plates to mount the motors and the pulse generating devices.As far as the mechanical portion of it is concerned I am decent.Since it deals a lot with controls, it involves a lot of circuit diagrams, which I am really bad at.I had it all connected once.By the time I started collecting some results I had to send the whole setup for some evaluation.I relied too much on my memory and thought that I could remember the circuit diagrams without any trouble.It took about three weeks to return.Mean while I was asked to do some paper reviews.I lost track of what I was doing and finally when my boss asked me to obtain those results again using some newly designed components I could not, because I had no idea where those wires were connected before.My memory ditched me completely.I realised how important it is to note down things. It took me about two weeks to figure out things to obtain what I wanted.It drove me crazy. It is the best learning experience I have ever had.I enjoyed it, but it was seriously a waste of time and energy.If only I had noted things down, I could have come up with those results easily.It would have been as easy as a turkey shoot for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have learnt this lesson, I would not commit such a mistake again.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-2458030954913019457?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/2458030954913019457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=2458030954913019457' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/2458030954913019457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/2458030954913019457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-many-of-us-want-to-commit-mistakes.html' title='How many of us want to commit mistakes???'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-1632578182171446327</id><published>2007-07-25T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T13:09:52.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide....</title><content type='html'>A demeaning comment from people spoils my day&lt;br /&gt;A compliment from you makes my life......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-1632578182171446327?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/1632578182171446327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=1632578182171446327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/1632578182171446327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/1632578182171446327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2007/07/suicide.html' title='Suicide....'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-3146585534001958288</id><published>2007-07-11T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T10:53:01.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disregard emotions</title><content type='html'>Why would you want something that hinders your progress?&lt;br /&gt;How attached are you towards your goals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you want to jump across all the hurdles that you come across and succeed&lt;br /&gt;How long are you gonna wait and watch for the shuttle to reach you?&lt;br /&gt;You need to move towards the shuttle to send it across the net to beat your oponent&lt;br /&gt;How long are you gonna place the birdie in the oponent's hands?&lt;br /&gt;Give it a different shot,&lt;br /&gt;Guess the oponent's moves and make yours&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about simple calculations&lt;br /&gt;You would always have competition where ever you go&lt;br /&gt;You play your game without any mercy, Kill when the shuttle is high above the net,drible when its close to,dodge the oponent when its time for you to serve, never make mistakes while doing so,Keep your arce moving all over the court, Make it a point you reach every corner of the place you are allowed to play in.Make uss of your strengths and dont divulge your weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a game,Its how much you like the game matters the most.&lt;br /&gt;Play it like soccer if you are good at soccer,&lt;br /&gt;Play it like Cricket if you are good at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But play it till you succeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever play your game with mercy.....&lt;br /&gt;Killing instinct is prerequisite for every game&lt;br /&gt;High degree of commitment and determination is a must for any game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw your emotions away when you are playing a game,&lt;br /&gt;Let the oponent be  your closest friend, or your loved one, Smash when you have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron is beaten hard to reinforce its strength.....&lt;br /&gt;So are we....&lt;br /&gt;Every failure is like a blow given to strengthen you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Succeed with arrogance.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-3146585534001958288?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/3146585534001958288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=3146585534001958288' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/3146585534001958288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/3146585534001958288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2007/07/disregard-emotions.html' title='Disregard emotions'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-5460742099408386103</id><published>2007-07-05T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T19:07:30.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I basked in your aura!!!</title><content type='html'>I basked in the moon's light when the terrain was filled with darkness&lt;br /&gt;I basked in your smile when my heart was filled with sorrow!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-5460742099408386103?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/5460742099408386103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=5460742099408386103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/5460742099408386103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/5460742099408386103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-basked-in-your-aura.html' title='I basked in your aura!!!'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-5294178928168910139</id><published>2007-07-04T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T15:31:07.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Though every one says Beauty is just skin deep!!!</title><content type='html'>I saw the moon peeping out of the dark sky&lt;br /&gt;May be he was surreptitiously trying to appreciate your pulchritude!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-5294178928168910139?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/5294178928168910139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=5294178928168910139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/5294178928168910139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/5294178928168910139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2007/07/though-every-one-says-beauty-iis-just.html' title='Though every one says Beauty is just skin deep!!!'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-1270943367384803003</id><published>2007-06-14T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T13:44:31.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Galloping towards death with great courage</title><content type='html'>Red paint spilling from the heavens&lt;br /&gt;Musicians playing naatai&lt;br /&gt;a raaga eliciting strength and valour&lt;br /&gt;a tide of soldiers marching with a roar&lt;br /&gt;the chariots rolling down the battle field with an aura&lt;br /&gt;Having crossed the magnanimous oceans and deserts&lt;br /&gt;comes batalions filled with hopes of returning home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tall and handsome soldiers&lt;br /&gt;trained to be sharp and alert&lt;br /&gt;they face their enemies with all their acumen&lt;br /&gt;galloping towards death with great courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enemies clad in black armours&lt;br /&gt;Look like the  Satants from the hell&lt;br /&gt;when hove beats fast approach their territory&lt;br /&gt;their hearts beat twice as fast as normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clinging of the swords begin&lt;br /&gt;enormous fear creeps within&lt;br /&gt;The warriors heart beating twice as fast&lt;br /&gt;as if a majic spell was cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not aware of what for they are battling&lt;br /&gt;their shilhoutes just rattling&lt;br /&gt;batalion after batalion they defeat&lt;br /&gt;Just adhering to the cheermen's drum beat&lt;br /&gt;Galloping towards death with great courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shanoy starts to play in the empire from where they hail&lt;br /&gt;Loosing their lives for their ceasar along the enemy's trail&lt;br /&gt;Galloping towards death with great courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The puisant walks along the tracks of the battle field&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all the bloodshed and&lt;br /&gt;realisation dawns&lt;br /&gt;"how invaluable the life of each soldier is?"&lt;br /&gt;"How badly could a small decision affect so many?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knights angel struts along the streets of the empire&lt;br /&gt;celebrating the glory of the Puisant's Might&lt;br /&gt;tears of joy roll down her eyes&lt;br /&gt;when she hears the news of his arrival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life of the soldier's angels , now filled with black paint&lt;br /&gt;it appears to them as if&lt;br /&gt;the thunder storm has just begun&lt;br /&gt;their hearts so heavy just like the readytorain clouds&lt;br /&gt;tears flowing perenially&lt;br /&gt;minds filled with fear&lt;br /&gt;Groping in the dark&lt;br /&gt;they walk holding a misleading stick!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-1270943367384803003?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/1270943367384803003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=1270943367384803003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/1270943367384803003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/1270943367384803003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2007/06/galloping-goosebumbs.html' title='Galloping towards death with great courage'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-8759840627148945354</id><published>2007-06-12T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T12:43:18.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got knocked up</title><content type='html'>Surprising how IMDB had rated Knocked up. I see no reason why it was rated 8.5 out of 10.  vulgarity to the fullest extent. A movie that suffocated me.A man's life completely revolving around nothing except for a few poor jokes.Why would some one like to watch a movie like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty disgutsing to watch, I shuddered when I watched a few scenes.To much of emphasis on sex and Pregnancy."Redunduncy personified movie".Dialogues certainly flawless but audulerating the country's cultural heritage.People who are interested in good films please dont go and waste your 2 hours on a movie like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-8759840627148945354?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/8759840627148945354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=8759840627148945354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/8759840627148945354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/8759840627148945354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2007/06/got-knocked-up.html' title='Got knocked up'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-2065431033746395975</id><published>2007-06-05T19:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T13:38:59.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An angel whom I gave a name!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;God's creation so unique&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So perfectly made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you seen an angel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her eyes really soothing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all her gestures just showing care and concern&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her actions only to protect me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is really magnanimous jus like the lofty mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her kindness vast and spread across like an ocean &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her smile just like the moon's crescent, really comforting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she is the like the clouds showering rain of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is as patient as the land, forgiving all the mistake I make and withstanding all the burdens I  give her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her laughter like the chirping of the birds, waking me up with a musical note&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her criticism just strengthening my charecter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her song so pure and melodious, Just lulls me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her lap like the river bed, providing me all the warmth I need to hibernate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never heard any one call my name as beautifully as she does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her yell sounds like the thunder in the dark skies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She taught me humility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought me joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me all that I needed, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was cold she gave me warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She taught me how this world would treat me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She prepared me to face this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the one who gave me all that I needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the one who gave me life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the one who gave me birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is an angel who never let me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave the angel a name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-2065431033746395975?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/2065431033746395975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=2065431033746395975' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/2065431033746395975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/2065431033746395975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2007/06/angel-whom-i-gave-name.html' title='An angel whom I gave a name!!!'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-7553561577126758595</id><published>2007-05-31T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:28:51.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love God for he paved a path  for me to reach you!!!</title><content type='html'>Prayed God for knowledge&lt;br /&gt;He gave me opportunities to learn&lt;br /&gt;Prayed God for prosperity&lt;br /&gt;he gave me opportunities to earn&lt;br /&gt;Prayed God for wisdom&lt;br /&gt;he gave me opportunities to travel&lt;br /&gt;Prayed God for a great teacher&lt;br /&gt;He made my life tougher&lt;br /&gt;Prayed God for strength&lt;br /&gt;He gave me hurdles&lt;br /&gt;Prayed God for happiness&lt;br /&gt;he gave me a few successes after many failures&lt;br /&gt;Prayed God for friends&lt;br /&gt;He gave me Books&lt;br /&gt;Prayed God for a vent&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a pen&lt;br /&gt;Prayed God for peace&lt;br /&gt;he gifted me a sense of appreciation for music&lt;br /&gt;Prayed God for clarity&lt;br /&gt;he gave me more number of puzzles&lt;br /&gt;Prayed God for creativity&lt;br /&gt;He exposed me to the nature&lt;br /&gt;Prayed God for sophistication&lt;br /&gt;he gave me opportunities to meet great men&lt;br /&gt;Prayed God for intelligence&lt;br /&gt;He gave me time&lt;br /&gt;Prayed God for charecter&lt;br /&gt;he gave me freedom to explore&lt;br /&gt;Prayed God for industry&lt;br /&gt;he gave me work&lt;br /&gt;Prayed God for integrity&lt;br /&gt;he gave me good friends&lt;br /&gt;I prayed God for solutions to many issues&lt;br /&gt;he gave me ability to think&lt;br /&gt;I prayed God for growth&lt;br /&gt;He gave me adversities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a kite has to overcome the adversities of wind to fly high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray God for what you want he will certainly not give you what you ask for&lt;br /&gt;he will pave way for you to achieve that....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-7553561577126758595?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/7553561577126758595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=7553561577126758595' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/7553561577126758595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/7553561577126758595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-god-for-he-paved-path-to-reach.html' title='I love God for he paved a path  for me to reach you!!!'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-6334351880260578569</id><published>2007-05-27T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T12:16:39.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Abrakadabra!!!!</title><content type='html'>Trust in God was just a concept for me. I believed in work as worship.&lt;br /&gt;I felt he is a super power who creates us with brains so that we decide our destiny and do what we want.&lt;br /&gt;I felt the infinite intelligence was a myth and people brag so much about it.&lt;br /&gt;I never commented because I thought I would believe only if I experience it&lt;br /&gt;I felt that there is no one who can influence me. I thought I am the driving force for what I achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt Good when I won , felt bad when I lost. I took it all in the stride.I was eager to experience what i had not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking in solitude in a beautiful place with rich greenery .It was foggy all over.A midsts the woods, Teak trees tall and lanky, I walked.The water from the water falls splashing on me.The gentle breeze kindled a few questions.&lt;br /&gt;I walked a mile ahead. I found a man chanting.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him why he was chanting, he said he was in search of the infinite intelligence.I wondered.&lt;br /&gt;I walked a few more miles experiencing the weather which was great and pleasant.i found another man meditating i asked him why he was doing so.&lt;br /&gt;He also told me that he was in search of the infinite intelligence.I kept wondering.&lt;br /&gt;I walked a few more miles when i found a man standing upside down on a huge rock.I asked him what he was doing. he said in order to experience the infinite intelligence he has to do tat.It sounded funny.&lt;br /&gt;I walked a few miles again.I saw a catholic. He was praying the Christ. I asked him why he was doing so? He said in order to experience the infinite intelligence and experience God he was praying him.&lt;br /&gt;I walked a few miles when I saw one man who was very happy, smart, bright, glittering with aura, shining with pulchritude, handsome, looked very contended,with a joy of accomplishment in his eyes,who resembled some one I knew. I went closer he was even familiar, I went closer, I was surprised to find myself there.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him what makes him look so great, so happy , so smart, so handsome, so bright, so joyful, so elated, so vibrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said look man, listen, " I have already experienced the ultimate force, the infinite source of joy and happiness. I have been able to reach God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him how? he said" I was showered with love, affection, compassion, love,"which made him complete.I have experience the infinite Intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;I asked who gave you all that?&lt;br /&gt;That was the end of the dream.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally when I got up I realized what I saw was so true, when I looked into the mirror I looked bright, handsome, smart, contended,and was shining with all the aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized the reason for all that was you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-6334351880260578569?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/6334351880260578569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-180620727124130325</id><published>2007-05-23T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T12:15:14.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the crescent on your face....</title><content type='html'>Stared into the dark sky,&lt;br /&gt;I noticed crescent of the moon,&lt;br /&gt;It struck to me, suddenly&lt;br /&gt;I had seen it some where, before&lt;br /&gt;I realized it was your smile&lt;br /&gt;Living my life only hoping to see your smile again!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-180620727124130325?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/180620727124130325/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-5248339584760847599</id><published>2007-05-14T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T09:05:21.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The music that brought me glory!!!</title><content type='html'>Discombobulated I was, with many issues&lt;br /&gt;There was something seriously amiss&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for me to have fun&lt;br /&gt;life was full of pun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence and lonliness reigned&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts were so shallow&lt;br /&gt;I was confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost sophistication&lt;br /&gt;stumbled, and fell&lt;br /&gt;in the nature's spell&lt;br /&gt;Silence and lonliness reigned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I locked myself in a cage called hesitation&lt;br /&gt;which gifted me nothing but frustration&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the thoughts so shallow&lt;br /&gt;I was confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left in solitude&lt;br /&gt;Only silence accompanied me&lt;br /&gt;Glory and success so far from me&lt;br /&gt;Heard no sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked across some distance&lt;br /&gt;with no ones assistance&lt;br /&gt;Made my moves with intuitions strong&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes seemed really so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in my shallow thoughts&lt;br /&gt;of what happend in the past&lt;br /&gt;I was confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I hated my filthy mind&lt;br /&gt;not letting me be kind&lt;br /&gt;lost in the shallow thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I was confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been going through rigour&lt;br /&gt;that gave me all the vigour&lt;br /&gt;was beaten like an iron&lt;br /&gt;I became strong and insensitive&lt;br /&gt;I know it is  wrong&lt;br /&gt;I should not have been so strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was used and misused&lt;br /&gt;I was thrown and  dumped&lt;br /&gt;for, people knew I wont mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People dont kick a dead dog&lt;br /&gt;I knew I existed&lt;br /&gt;but was not sure whether I was living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was confident I would grow&lt;br /&gt;Humble and just that I am&lt;br /&gt;I knew God would lend me his arm&lt;br /&gt;I was so worried and tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carried the onus all along&lt;br /&gt;wanted some clarity did not want to prolong'&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like he heard me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence grew upon&lt;br /&gt;Clarity started to dawn&lt;br /&gt;I heard some music far across&lt;br /&gt;I sprinted in that direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doppler's effect started to work&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was heading towards Glory&lt;br /&gt;I ran in that direction so eagerly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a sepulchre stillness in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Everything came to cease&lt;br /&gt;I heard a mellifluous tone&lt;br /&gt;It sounded like that of Beathovens' symphony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence reigned&lt;br /&gt;I strutted&lt;br /&gt;I saw an angel come down the heavens&lt;br /&gt;I had never seen her before&lt;br /&gt;I broke up the cage that I was caught in&lt;br /&gt;I knew she was the God's Gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was glittering with prosperity&lt;br /&gt;her eyes so sharp&lt;br /&gt;her pulchritude so enchanting&lt;br /&gt;allured by her voice&lt;br /&gt;I walked towards her side&lt;br /&gt;Confidence reigned&lt;br /&gt;Now I had no confusions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught hold of her palm&lt;br /&gt;I asked her for help&lt;br /&gt;She said she would be by my side all my life&lt;br /&gt;I was happy and surprised&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I was so worthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought me success and glory&lt;br /&gt;I never fell to the nature's spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still strutting with confidence and clarity&lt;br /&gt;and now when I look back&lt;br /&gt;I find two pairs of foot prints&lt;br /&gt;one is mine and the other is the angel's.&lt;div 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glory!!!'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-3854354089984827872</id><published>2007-05-08T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T13:10:45.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Einstein Your theory of relativity is so true!!!</title><content type='html'>Einstein's theory of relativity is so true....&lt;br /&gt;21 yrs of my life seemed longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time seems to be flying&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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true!!!'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-1161729387400111029</id><published>2007-05-05T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:35:29.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Coffee Lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_coffee" title="History of coffee"&gt;History of coffee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="thumb tright"&gt; &lt;div class="thumbinner" style="width: 182px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Leipzig_coffeebaum_815.jpg" class="internal" title="Over the door of a Leipzig, Germany coffeeshop is a sculptural representation of a man in Turkish dress receiving a cup of coffee from a boy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The history of coffee can be traced to at least as early as the 9th century, when it appeared in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ethiopian_Highlands" title="Ethiopian Highlands"&gt;highlands of Ethiopia&lt;/a&gt;, from which it spread to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egypt" title="Egypt"&gt;Egypt&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yemen" title="Yemen"&gt;Yemen&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;sup id="_ref-6" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coffee#_note-6" title=""&gt;[8]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; and by the fifteenth century had reached &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Persia" title="Persia"&gt;Persia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egypt" title="Egypt"&gt;Egypt&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turkey" title="Turkey"&gt;Turkey&lt;/a&gt;, and northern Africa.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;From the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muslim" title="Muslim"&gt;Muslim&lt;/a&gt; world, coffee spread to Europe, and became popular there during the seventeenth century. The Dutch were the first to import it large-scale into Europe, and eventually smuggled in some seedlings in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1690" title="1690"&gt;1690&lt;/a&gt;, defying the Arab prohibition on exporting the plants or unroasted seeds. The Dutch later grew the crop in their colony of Java.&lt;sup id="_ref-plant_0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coffee#_note-plant" title=""&gt;[9]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; In 1538, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leonhard_Rauwolf" title="Leonhard Rauwolf"&gt;Leonhard Rauwolf&lt;/a&gt;, a German physician, after returning from a ten-year trip to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Near_East" title="Near East"&gt;Near East&lt;/a&gt;, gave this description of coffee:&lt;sup id="_ref-7" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coffee#_note-7" title=""&gt;[10]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup class="noprint Template-Fact"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Citing_sources" title="Wikipedia:Citing sources"&gt;&lt;span title="This claim needs references to reliable sources since February 2007" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;[&lt;i&gt;citation needed&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;table style="border-style: none; border-collapse: collapse; background-color: transparent;" class="cquote" align="center"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 10px; color: rgb(178, 183, 242); font-size: 35px; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" valign="top" width="20"&gt;“&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 4px 10px;" valign="top"&gt;A beverage as black as ink, useful against numerous &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Illnesses" title="Illnesses"&gt;illnesses&lt;/a&gt;, particularly those of the stomach. Its consumers take it in the morning, quite frankly, in a porcelain cup that is passed around and from which each one drinks a cupful. It is composed of water and the fruit from a bush called bunnu.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 10px; color: rgb(178, 183, 242); font-size: 36px; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: right;" valign="bottom" width="20"&gt;”&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt;When coffee reached the American colonies, it was initially not as successful as it had been in Europe, as colonists found it a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poor" title="Poor"&gt;poor&lt;/a&gt; substitute for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alcohol" title="Alcohol"&gt;alcohol&lt;/a&gt;. However, during the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Revolutionary_War" title="American Revolutionary War"&gt;Revolutionary War&lt;/a&gt;, the demand for coffee increased so much that dealers had to hoard their scarce supplies and raise prices dramatically; this was partly owing to the reduced availability of tea from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Britain" title="Great Britain"&gt;British&lt;/a&gt; merchants. After the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/War_of_1812" title="War of 1812"&gt;War of 1812&lt;/a&gt;, in which Britain had temporarily cut off access to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tea" title="Tea"&gt;tea&lt;/a&gt; imports, the Americans' taste for coffee grew during the early nineteenth century , and high demand during the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Civil_War" title="American Civil War"&gt;American Civil War&lt;/a&gt; together with the advancements of brewing technology secured the position of coffee as an everyday commodity in the United States. Today coffee is a common beverage of the North American &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breakfast#North_America" title="Breakfast"&gt;breakfast&lt;/a&gt; and morning &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Commuting" title="Commuting"&gt;commute&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-1161729387400111029?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/1161729387400111029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=1161729387400111029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/1161729387400111029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/1161729387400111029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-coffee-lovers.html' title='For Coffee Lovers'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-5122163589823077180</id><published>2007-05-02T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T11:04:49.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste is not inherited, it is acquired!!!</title><content type='html'>I tasted alcohol, it was bitter&lt;br /&gt;I sipped slowly and steadily to experience the taste&lt;br /&gt;Over a period of time I got used to it&lt;br /&gt;I liked the taste,&lt;br /&gt;I liked the feeling,&lt;br /&gt;I got addicted,&lt;br /&gt;It took me to a high&lt;br /&gt;I knew not what I spoke&lt;br /&gt;I knew not what I did&lt;br /&gt;insanity ruled over sanity&lt;br /&gt;I became egoistic&lt;br /&gt;Each time I got drunk,&lt;br /&gt;I disturbed the people around me,&lt;br /&gt;After a period of time realization dawned&lt;br /&gt;I self introspected&lt;br /&gt;I knew not how I lost my integrity,&lt;br /&gt;Prejudice, jealousy, were the traits that I developed, when ever I got drunk.&lt;br /&gt;There was something that was missing in my life&lt;br /&gt;It was nothing but peace!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know what I drank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of the alcohol was success!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-5122163589823077180?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-4459479020948104624</id><published>2007-04-21T23:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:23:30.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>honey!!</title><content type='html'>There are many flowers that blossom during spring.......all that is mundane to me&lt;br /&gt;   There is one flower that blossoms every day in my heart&lt;br /&gt;   and that is you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-4459479020948104624?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/4459479020948104624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-7078888826380306874</id><published>2007-03-31T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T10:49:49.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time passed by and the climate changed, that was when I met you!!!</title><content type='html'>Walked through the woods so thorny and bushy&lt;br /&gt;Ran down in the forest escaping the nature's fury&lt;br /&gt;Taking shelter under the trees and the caves&lt;br /&gt;saving my life from the landslides, I ran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked through the woods so thorny and creepy&lt;br /&gt;Ran down in the forest escaping nature's fury&lt;br /&gt;Groping in the dark&lt;br /&gt;with no clutch to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;When I looked into the sky it was dark and cloudy&lt;br /&gt;Fear crept in so great and lofty&lt;br /&gt;lashing rains burnt my skin&lt;br /&gt;the famine and floods made me weak and thin&lt;br /&gt;scared of death I ran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knew not where I was heading&lt;br /&gt;my heart filled with hope&lt;br /&gt;like I held on to a rope&lt;br /&gt;I ran, in search of light&lt;br /&gt;time passed by, the climate changed&lt;br /&gt;the cold winds froze me&lt;br /&gt;but not my hope&lt;br /&gt;I ran,escaping the nature's fury&lt;br /&gt;The cold breeze cut through my skin&lt;br /&gt;made me hard and arrogant&lt;br /&gt;heart still filled with hope&lt;br /&gt;I ran, in search of light&lt;br /&gt;Time passed by the climate changed&lt;br /&gt;Spring began&lt;br /&gt;the flowers blossomed&lt;br /&gt;the trees looked rich and green&lt;br /&gt;my skin felt a breeze, so soft and soothing&lt;br /&gt;fragrance of flowers wafting in the air&lt;br /&gt;the herbs dancing to the gentle breeze&lt;br /&gt;chirping of the birds so mellifluous&lt;br /&gt;my heart felt great and relieved&lt;br /&gt;confidence grew&lt;br /&gt;the world was so different&lt;br /&gt;the pasture looked greener&lt;br /&gt;my heart felt great and relieved&lt;br /&gt;I wondered why I felt the differences in the climate&lt;br /&gt;I realized that the world looked great and magnificent just because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sweet heart.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-7078888826380306874?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com/feeds/7078888826380306874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183856603755302060&amp;postID=7078888826380306874' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183856603755302060/posts/default/7078888826380306874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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disguise...............'/><author><name>nishant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744461703698955797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-3636591007005750140</id><published>2007-03-25T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T08:58:58.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>louisville -will to live....</title><content type='html'>Fun completely depends on the kind of people you are with and not on how great the place is.I am glad that I am part of a wonderful group of people, who are the best when it comes to fun and the most serious when it comes to their duty.They are a few people who have great composure, always on high spirits and who are highly enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;Planned a trip to Louisville on a bright and sunny sunday.It was a lot of fun.The best part was the excitement of going to a temple in the United states.I was elated to see a God with different names under the same roof.&lt;br /&gt;The fun actually started after that.Went to a Desi restaurant to hog.We targeted one person for kalai, she is a sweet jeevan...paaavam....&lt;br /&gt;travelled a little while to a place called Ohio river water fall.We had 2 hours of adventure, climbing a trunk which was very slippery.One wrong foot would have hung our lives in limbo.Jeopardizing our lives was kind of fun.....&lt;br /&gt;We drove back home after having a cup of coffee....highly exhausted, with our thoughts back into the work thats due the next day and plans for the next week....&lt;br /&gt;Hope we have the same  excitement and ethu all our lives.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183856603755302060-3636591007005750140?l=nishantvenkatesan.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183856603755302060.post-8149648086131467295</id><published>2007-03-25T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T18:51:42.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;Friday, March 09, 2007&lt;/h2&gt;              &lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt;    &lt;div class="post"&gt;&lt;a name="117348666930473819"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                      &lt;div class="post-body"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;All that glitters is not gold&lt;br /&gt;A diamond does not glitter when extracted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one needs time to hone their skills to shine like the diamond! Judge, not at first meeting!           &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;p class="post-footer"&gt;        &lt;em&gt;posted by nick @ &lt;a href="http://nick-nishantvenkatesansmile.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-that-glitters-is-not-gold-diamond.html" title="permanent link"&gt;4:28 PM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;                   &lt;a class="comment-link" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37384655&amp;postID=117348666930473819"&gt;1 comments&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;span class="item-control admin-423029441 pid-1769456779"&gt;&lt;a style="border: medium none ;" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=37384655&amp;postID=117348666930473819&amp;amp;quickEdit=true" title="Edit Post"&gt;&lt;span class="quick-edit-icon"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;!-- End .post --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin #comments --&gt;                &lt;!-- End #comments --&gt;            &lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;Friday, February 09, 2007&lt;/h2&gt;COLD AND HEAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an irony, both exist at the same time.I have been suffering from cold and my body temperature shot up.It is quiet irritating.The previous day was very long and strenuous.I had to get back to my lab in the noon yesterday.The cold lead to watering of eyes, which is really very irksome.The temperature shoot added to body pains and exhaustion.But this noon when I was walking back home, I realised that the weather was really harsh at the same time the sun was shining bright and beautiful giving all of us a ray of hope.&lt;br /&gt;I was thrilled by my perspective.You need to experience both in order to relish and experience the best of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this when I am suffering with cold, so pls dont mind if it does not make sense.                     &lt;p class="post-footer"&gt;        &lt;em&gt;posted by nick @ &lt;a href="http://nick-nishantvenkatesansmile.blogspot.com/2007/02/cold-and-heat-what-irony-both-exist-at.html" title="permanent link"&gt;2:24 PM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;                   &lt;a class="comment-link" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37384655&amp;postID=117106061789601058"&gt;2 comments&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;span class="item-control admin-423029441 pid-1769456779"&gt;&lt;a style="border: medium none ;" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=37384655&amp;postID=117106061789601058&amp;amp;quickEdit=true" title="Edit Post"&gt;&lt;span class="quick-edit-icon"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;!-- End .post --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin #comments --&gt;                &lt;!-- End #comments --&gt;            &lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;Saturday, January 20, 2007&lt;/h2&gt;Your "FATE" could get "FATAL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One debatable topic which strikes to my mind right now is Fate. Some times I get upset about statements people around me make.People say, I worked really hard, I never got the result.I did not get what I wanted, I did not get to where I wanted to be. This again, narrows down to one point.How much did you want to get to that point.How strongly have you felt, "yes, this is the place I want to be in."How many of us have thought about what we want.Observe when we communicate, how many negative words we use, infact many a time, we are intent upon claiming what we dont want.We make it clear to the others what we dont like,what in this world is bad, all negatives that the society has done to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact I remember, having heard Dr.Abdul kalam say, When we are given 10 minutes for our Nation"We say the Government has not laid the roads properly, The Government does not clean the drains, the Government does not keep the city clean, the Government does not do anything to avoid accidents." What have we done for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us dream, we dream of what we want to be, they are not called "Goals" as long you write it down is a piece of paper.You know why writing a journal or a diary is a good Habit? The scientists say that there is an uncanny connection between hand and the brain.What ever we jot down, we would remember for a longer time.So when you make yours "Goals" better write down.Your, goals and ideals will be achieved, depending on how emotionally you get attached to your goals.Let work be worship.Bhagawatgita says, "Nishkarma karma" produces the best results, I may not appreciate the saying, because,how would you act without knowing what you want? So you are the soul proprietor of your achievements. Dream big, Imagine big, make it big.&lt;br /&gt;Let this be the policy of life, and certainly one day, we will all be "Big"what we wanted to be.                             &lt;em&gt;posted by nick @ &lt;a href="http://nick-nishantvenkatesansmile.blogspot.com/2007/01/your-fate-could-get-fatal-one.html" title="permanent link"&gt;4:50 PM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;                   &lt;a class="comment-link" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37384655&amp;postID=116934213221246450"&gt;2 comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;Tuesday, January 16, 2007&lt;/h2&gt;              &lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt;    &lt;div class="post"&gt;&lt;a name="116899604083348520"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                      &lt;div class="post-body"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;I am loving It!&lt;br /&gt;Its been a real long day for me, a day full of activities.I have learnt many new things, I have placed one step ahead in my life.I have put in some effort.I hope to keep up my parents hopes.I am happy, I am having a great time.Its been real long week end.I liked it because it was long, but it was too long, the weekend almost made me lazy, though my energy got rejuvenated, I was apprehensive that I would become lazy. I wasted all the three days, did nothing but watched a few movies.Now the school has reopened, I am glad.I like busy days, I love hardships, I love sweating out, I love activity, I love moving around, Love to think, Love to listen, Love to run, Love to climb, Love to move a step ahead every moment of my life.It gives a feeling of accomplishment, a feeling of satisfaction, a joy that I would not find in a laziness, not a joy that you get when I am on a vacation.I am loving my life, full of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know guys, Every positive statement we make, makes us positive.Every single statement is affirmative, every statements drives into our subconscious mind the idea of life. Every time you reinstate that you love your life, you feel its true, the statement need not be true all the time.Once in a while when we say that with all your energy, we feel better, we feel that we are born with a purpose.Each day we live, has a purpose.May be one breath that we exhale here is being used by one leaf of a tree for its photosynthesis, thus feeding itself,inturn we are also responsible for creating a greener world.Infact there are possibilities for one breath of yours to cause a Tornado some where else.World is filled with energy, so every action leads to a result.&lt;br /&gt;When some involuntary actions can cause some positive changes in the world around you, Can you imagine what kind of effects your positive energy would create, and what kind of positive results your energy could produce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love every action you perform, do everything with enthusiasm, act passionately, you will produce extraordinary results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving my life.           &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;p class="post-footer"&gt;        &lt;em&gt;posted by nick @ &lt;a href="http://nick-nishantvenkatesansmile.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-loving-it-its-been-real-long-day.html" title="permanent link"&gt;4:45 PM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;                   &lt;a class="comment-link" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37384655&amp;amp;postID=116899604083348520"&gt;1 comments&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;span class="item-control admin-423029441 pid-1769456779"&gt;&lt;a style="border: medium none ;" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=37384655&amp;postID=116899604083348520&amp;amp;quickEdit=true" title="Edit Post"&gt;&lt;span class="quick-edit-icon"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;!-- End .post --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin #comments --&gt;                &lt;!-- End #comments --&gt;            &lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;Friday, January 12, 2007&lt;/h2&gt;              &lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt;    &lt;div class="post"&gt;&lt;a name="116866983257396437"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                      &lt;div class="post-body"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;Learn The A,B,C Of Life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This always sounded funny.My aunt keeps saying that every day.She says (A)lways (B)e (C)areful.&lt;br /&gt;Each time she told me I used to laugh it off. Never took it seriously.She used to keep emphasising on this point for various reasons and for different contexts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I go to college, she says be careful on the roads, please have patience.Its fine if you miss the bus.It is very important to be safe.She has a point here.If you feel you cant miss classes that day, see to it you reach the bus stop early.So please take appropriate steps on time.This would certaily help you grow in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I choose to travel by my bike, she cautions me, (A)lways (B)e (C)areful.I laugh it off, I say if I am destined to lose my life I will lose it any where.She said, its important that you are careful.Its the value you give to your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had great regards for my aunt, so I atleast thought about these statements.She kept telling me, be careful when you spend money, spend time on something other than your priority, you need to know your limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I chose not to listen to her.I said I am going to be as careless as possible.I was actually into a project which was very interesting, so I had to go to different places to get the work done.I took my friend's bike and left.It was a week before my visa interview. I finished my work, was driving back home.I was a lil rash and over took a Bus(pallavan). One guy was crossing the road, which i realised only after I over took the bus.I had to brake other wise I would have banged that pedastrian.I fell right in front of the bus, for the brakes had discs.I was really lucky, the driver was slow.He stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I realised how important it was to be careful.So I would say that A B C of life is jus nothing but Always Be Careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I would  emphasise on the same  thing  boys and girls.           &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;p class="post-footer"&gt;        &lt;em&gt;posted by nick @ &lt;a href="http://nick-nishantvenkatesansmile.blogspot.com/2007/01/learn-abc-of-life-this-always-sounded.html" title="permanent link"&gt;10:19 PM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;                   &lt;a class="comment-link" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37384655&amp;postID=116866983257396437"&gt;2 comments&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;span class="item-control admin-423029441 pid-1769456779"&gt;&lt;a style="border: medium none ;" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=37384655&amp;postID=116866983257396437&amp;amp;quickEdit=true" title="Edit Post"&gt;&lt;span class="quick-edit-icon"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;!-- End .post --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin #comments --&gt;                &lt;!-- End #comments --&gt;            &lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;Wednesday, January 10, 2007&lt;/h2&gt;              &lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt;    &lt;div class="post"&gt;&lt;a name="116849430140073101"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                      &lt;div class="post-body"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;Pride and prejudice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things that I love doing.Making a lot of friends, expressing as much as possible.I dont care, you mind or you dont. I like something about you, I would rather tell you straight.I say I like your company if I feel good when I talk to you.I care only if I feel I am going to harm you by anychance.Please understand one thing, gals and boys.To express is not wrong, as long as it is going to be compliments.If you are going to criticise, be cautious.&lt;br /&gt;I love people. I love friends.I love building on networks.In my past there were many people who have avoided me, many people who have taken me for granted.Infact many a time I have felt dejected, I have learnt to live in this beautiful world with such unique treatments.I will still continue loving people and friends.There were times when I went to the extent of going and telling people around me that their company makes me feel great, they have certainly ignored me.Because what happens by expressing is, you become cheap, you are of lesser value to them now that you have eulogsed them.I still will continue expressing, thats an asset God has given me.&lt;br /&gt;One day in life when they are dejected, they might just think of some statement or some praise that they have got from me, which would make them feel great.&lt;br /&gt;So gals and boys, dont feel bad to express.If you express to a gal that she looks good does not mean you are in love with her, if a gal comes and tells a boy , hey you look handsome, does not mean she has a crush on you.&lt;br /&gt;Its jus that they felt like expressing, take it as a compliment, feel good for the moment, keep moving in your life.Please see to it you avoid no one,may be you are avoiding one of the best sofware engineers in the world, one best foot ball player, or some great leader.&lt;br /&gt;You could be missing some one, some ones contact, some ones love, some ones care, some ones friendship, you could be missing some one who would have meant everything to you.&lt;br /&gt;So coming to the point again,say you dont like something, if you are uncomfortable, please dont avoind that person and confuse issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love, if the world is full of positives, great ideas, and not prejudices and jealousy, and hatered.           &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;p class="post-footer"&gt;        &lt;em&gt;posted by nick @ &lt;a href="http://nick-nishantvenkatesansmile.blogspot.com/2007/01/pride-and-prejudice-there-are-few.html" title="permanent link"&gt;9:24 PM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;                   &lt;a class="comment-link" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37384655&amp;postID=116849430140073101"&gt;2 comments&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;span class="item-control admin-423029441 pid-1769456779"&gt;&lt;a style="border: medium none ;" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=37384655&amp;postID=116849430140073101&amp;amp;quickEdit=true" title="Edit Post"&gt;&lt;span class="quick-edit-icon"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;!-- End .post --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin #comments --&gt;                &lt;!-- End #comments --&gt;            &lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;Monday, January 01, 2007&lt;/h2&gt;              &lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt;    &lt;div class="post"&gt;&lt;a name="116768764295554660"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                      &lt;div class="post-body"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;Come 'u' negate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the confusion all begins. Suppose you dont communicate properly then you see the result.It makes things really worse if you dont choose to communicate properly.You communicate to express what you feel and not to impress people. After having read a lot of books one of my Gurus, my real father, says , it is very essential to express and make things clear. We should not confuse issues.This blog will help us know the use of positives thoughts and positive siuggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hot topic of how best you can use your language to communicate what you want to is under serious research.People have gone to the extant of programing the neurons so that proper communication takes place between two people.It is really interesting to note a lot of quarrels and squables start just because of misunderstanding.Why would this occur when the person speaking has no wrong intention at all?no intention to hurt the other?is it because he does not give proper pauses, proper exclaimations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me put all statements in positives.&lt;br /&gt;You know its very important and vital to communicate properly.You achieve great results by doing so.You have the opportunity to establish good raport.It is a great learning experience.You could make things clear to the other person.Issues could be easily solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this and the first paragraph.Do you notice a lot of difference.The first one looks so scary and so negative and feels communication is a bad topic to discuss, where as the previous one makes you feel good about communicating.It rather sounds like a suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our subconscience state of mind is always alert and grasps everything given to it.It is like a sponge that absorbs water.So when we give suggestions we have to be careful, when we speak to a child, we must be even more careful, because they do not have any restriction for inputs, only when the child grows, he or she becomes aware of things and choose what kind of inputs they would take.So if any wrong suggestion is given to a child, the thought would linger in his mind and one day thought will be converted into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell a child, oh my dear boy,dont touch the vessel it will be hot and you will get hurt.You would stay with him to safe gaurd him.One day circumstances prevail and you are forced to leave your son near the vessel, the child would certainly test.He would realise the heat only after experiencing it.Instead give him the same suggestion in a different way,say you could as well lift the vessel and help me after ten minutes.He would certainly wait longer than he did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many examples, that can be given to explain, what suggestions could do to the behaviour of any God's creation.I shall write about this even further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets all think positive, emenate positive energy, develope positive attitude,develope a positive environment and therefore help in the growth of a positive world.           &lt;/div&gt; 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