<?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-6854450487216029687</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:34:54.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind over matter, soul over mind.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6854450487216029687.post-4323267258433284691</id><published>2011-02-16T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T08:28:55.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idealism</title><content type='html'>Its been really really long since we came up with a post, not that we have anybody following it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt;. Still, nice to have something on our blog for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when I wanted to become a politician and weed out all the corruption. And then I thought may be I should become a educationist. Then I could bring reforms in this idiotic education system of ours.I used to cry when they showed people dying of hunger on TV. Wrote furiously in my diary about how India should go about reforms. Then finally decided on being a doctor. For helping the needy obviously. Ah! those good old innocent days......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I don't have the helping part in mind anymore but the more I see of the world, the more I get laughed at.When I stop people from throwing stuff on the roads, I'm asked to mind my own business, &lt;em&gt;its not my father's property after all&lt;/em&gt;. When I protest with the bus driver if he stops way behind the bus stop to eat his breakfast, I'm told that I could sit in the bus till he finishes eating or I could get out and walk the distance (walking is good for health you see). Never mind even if other old ladies in the bus have to walk half a km with heavy baggage.&lt;br /&gt;If I refuse to budge until it turns green in the traffic signal, I'm treated to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;choicest&lt;/span&gt; swear words along with lot of furious honking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result I'm angry, frustrated and helpless because in most cases I cannot do anything but protest. Especially when people tell me that I take it too far and should take it easy and accept things as they are. "Why? Is idealism such a bad thing?" I ask them. I'm told that it is outdated and there is no real place for it in these times where there is pressure to make more and more money, get as many sites as possible, get your kids to study in best schools, save money for lavish weddings, get updated with the new gadgets. Nobody with idealistic goals can be successful. Well when you hear this from 99% of people, your faith is bound to be shaken a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But haven't given up yet. I'm still the hopeless idealist who gives a piece of my mind to people who throw things on the roads, complains to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BMTC&lt;/span&gt; about erring drivers, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;resolutely&lt;/span&gt; holds her place at the signal till it turns green and &lt;em&gt;nope&lt;/em&gt;, don't allow anybody else to break the rules if it can be helped. '&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sarfaroshi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tamanna&lt;/span&gt; ab &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hamare&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dil&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hain&lt;/span&gt;'......:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-4323267258433284691?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/4323267258433284691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=4323267258433284691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/4323267258433284691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/4323267258433284691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2011/02/idealism.html' title='Idealism'/><author><name>sahana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08359930889391350824</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-6854450487216029687.post-1822228376975196003</id><published>2010-04-25T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T06:10:47.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIN!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;From past couple of months I've been grumbling, groaning and whining all day, struggling to cope up with extra burden of studying, balancing music and dance classes, sorting out issues which threaten to blow out of proportion from time to time, trying to grin and bear a few people amidst the intolerable heat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The heat, I think takes the 1st place in making my life miserable. When I get up in the morning with a sweaty face and scalp, my mood is already turned off. Its been quite a while since I looked forward to attending college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But since past 2 days, the rain has brought so much relief that my face finally has a smile. I just went out for a walk today and I enjoyed everything the weather had to offer. The swaying trees, thundering purplish black clouds, the wind blowing on my face, little kids having fun on the swing, an old man running after his grand kid, the drizzle threatening to convert into a much heavier form.... It was simply the best time I had in a lot of days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I remembered the days when I made paper boats and had great fun making it float for as long as possible, with my grand mother shouting after me with a towel in her hand :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its amazing how a few minutes of the blessed rain can flip the coin... just like that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-1822228376975196003?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/1822228376975196003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=1822228376975196003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/1822228376975196003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/1822228376975196003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2010/04/rain.html' title='RAIN!!!!!!!'/><author><name>sahana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08359930889391350824</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-6854450487216029687.post-7722767479520911259</id><published>2010-01-24T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T06:10:31.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRP's?</title><content type='html'>Adding to Sahana s blog, its really sad.. News has become really depressing.. Is there even one report about something positive going on in the country? No..&lt;br /&gt;Recently, Bravery Awards were given to children of the country for various heroic acts and accomplishments... Was there even one news channel who reported about these children in detail during prime time?? No..&lt;br /&gt;Watching News these days is absolutely frustrating.. The controversy of 3 Idiots and Chetan Bhagat went on and on, when I m sure there were a lot of other important things happening around the world, let alone our country!!&lt;br /&gt;Is the country in as bad a state as the news channels potray it out to be? One cant say for sure.. My personal opinion is no.. I m pretty sure that a lot of pleasant things are happening too! After all, we are a land of spiritual gurus! We have several 'Popes', not just one..:)&lt;br /&gt;However, of course, it is in our blood to be skeptical.. Remember the controversy about Baba Ramdev? The media jumped at the opportunity of bashing up hoax spiritual gurus.. How many of them really reported about the gurus who do a lot of good work?? None..&lt;br /&gt;Why are we so fond of criticism? We are so skeptical about almost everything that is ours! Nationalism springs up only when our dear neighbour, Pakistan features as a competitor, either politically or in sports.. &lt;br /&gt;I think we as Indians are a biased lot.. Unfortunately, we are biased against a lot of things that are actually our own.. This attitude must change.. Especially in the political front..&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when I used to feel rather angry whilst watching news.. And I used to watch news almost always! So quite obviously I used to be angry for a nice plump proportion of time during the day...:) Well, now I just feel sad, I get tears too sometimes... N yup, I ve started watching the more-idiotic-less-depressing music channels these days..:) &lt;br /&gt;Quite natural huh?:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-7722767479520911259?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/7722767479520911259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=7722767479520911259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/7722767479520911259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/7722767479520911259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2010/01/adding-to-sahana-s-blog-its-really-sad.html' title='TRP&apos;s?'/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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-6854450487216029687.post-5199245528709131830</id><published>2010-01-06T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:20:21.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 idiots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whew! Nothing can match the relief and joy felt after finishing the last exam. The elusive sleep fails to return even when there is no need to burn the midnight oil. So I end up watching 'bakwas' serials and films I normally wouldn't have watched and loading myself with junk while watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have to admit the cheek of these film channels. Blockbuster films on these channels always includes the trash films which fail to run even for a week in the theatres.Here's an example- Our action hero Akshay kumar's mega flop BLUE was aired on TV. I tried watching it but found myself turning 'blue'( imagine the poor chaps who paid for this movie in theatres) Not even Kylie minougue's&lt;em&gt; Chiggy wiggy &lt;/em&gt;or&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Lara Datta's &lt;em&gt;hardly there&lt;/em&gt; clothes were able to save this movie. They backed it up with Delhi 6 on the next day. Another flop which could not be digested even by die hard Abhishek Bacchan fans. The advertisement which preluded on the channel read "Two blockbuster movies back to back. New year special and blah blah blah". It should have read "two block&lt;em&gt;busted" &lt;/em&gt;movies back to back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I shifted my attention to serials. Then after a couple of hours I began to wish if the channel would air the movie &lt;em&gt;blue&lt;/em&gt; again. The same old heavy jewellery, &lt;em&gt;jatang&lt;/em&gt; Sarees, the swirling and spiral bindis, the never ending conspiracies, the stage managed fights in reality shows... I was sick again. There were some hilariously idiotic shows like 'Rakhi ka swayamwar' and more recently 'Raaz pichle janam ka'. The latter one made me laugh so much that no joker in the circus would've done to such effect. And now Rahul Mahajan is going to get married on TV as well. Holygod! What crime did we do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So I decided to stop contributing to the TR P's of these shows and switched to news channels.I wondered if I made a mistake because I again was staring the polished white teeth of the movie stars telling how their movie is different from others(probably got an 8 pack instead of 6) and heroines justifying their onscreen smooches(you see the &lt;em&gt;script demanded &lt;/em&gt;it) Funnily in our country the heroes never seem to have the necessity to justify it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is Arnab Joshi on 'times now' who delivers news as if he's the spider man the country's looking for. His heavily stressed words is irritating to the core. His female counterpart on CNN IBN Sagarika Ghosh is equally irritating. The judgemental lady never allows her guests to talk at all and the poor people who come on her show end up thinking what there were doing in the studio! There's also the famous and every body's favourite Barkha Dutt(she's not mine anymore) who is trying to be Oprah Winfrey with a put on husky voice and teary eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This put me in a mood to listen to music,so I switched over to music channels.And these people played everything except music on their channels. All I got to see was the &lt;em&gt;youngistan&lt;/em&gt; trying to outdo each other in stooping to new levels. Stripping, dancing,cheating,flirting all for 5 min of fame and to be a VJ on MTV.&lt;br /&gt;Finally a song from the movie '3 Idiots' started blaring out and I thought- Nope its not 3 idiots, its 2 idiots- The beloved idiot box and the one who watched it-me!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-5199245528709131830?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/5199245528709131830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=5199245528709131830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/5199245528709131830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/5199245528709131830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-idiots.html' title='2 idiots'/><author><name>sahana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08359930889391350824</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-6854450487216029687.post-8467720998260050219</id><published>2009-10-17T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T06:06:17.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good old days</title><content type='html'>I remember when I was a kid, my days were packed from morning to evening. I don't even remember myself sitting down or loafing around. And whats more, I even enjoyed doing all of it- music, dance, studying, school.... I was a girl on a mission to make my life a big success...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine until I reached college I think. Somehow the passion, determination,zeal went up in smoke. I got transformed from an overzealous kid to 'disinterested in everything' individual. I did justice neither to my academics nor my other passions. It was a stage where I wanted everything but was not ready to work for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I'm blessed with intelligence and talent which helped me sail through this phase. But what about people who are not so lucky, people who have no other go other than to work hard?? When I hear above average students flunking or doing badly in academics, I know exactly what they went through. They just didn't care enough to do well, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all. Plus the burden of expectations and all the talk about how focus,determination is important in life and blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I would give anything to go back to those days where I could just be my old carefree self. No handling of complicated people or complicated emotions, not forcing myself do things which I don't wanna do, just a simple and a straightforward life- The cost of growing up, I realized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-8467720998260050219?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/8467720998260050219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=8467720998260050219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/8467720998260050219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/8467720998260050219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-old-days.html' title='Good old days'/><author><name>sahana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08359930889391350824</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-6854450487216029687.post-5735716158758392632</id><published>2009-10-01T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:28:41.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking things for granted!</title><content type='html'>This &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ayudha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pooja&lt;/span&gt;, I went to wash my 4 yr old &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scooty&lt;/span&gt; which was lying neglected at my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gran's&lt;/span&gt; house. I dunno why this year I washed it with a lot of care, did the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pooja&lt;/span&gt; myself which I normally never do. I used to hate that vehicle because it &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt;  used to go beyond 35km/hr and  no pick up also. There was never a day when I did not grumble whenever I drove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, this year I decided to sell it. We were just discussing our options, my brother suddenly brought a friend along who gave full cash and even took the vehicle away before I could say bye to my &lt;em&gt;freshly washed&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;decorated&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scooty&lt;/span&gt;. To add on to the insult, a cow came and ate the flowers on it and urinated around it! As that fellow sat on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scooty&lt;/span&gt;, I had this intense urge to push him off it. As he drove away, I realized I didn't even drive it for the last time before giving it.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me fellas, how much ever you hate something you own, you feel miserable after losing it. And miserable is a understatement to describe what I felt that day. I was thinking, if only I had it back, I would never let the vehicle to rot again. I couldn't eat properly thinking how it ferried me to college, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tuitions&lt;/span&gt;, music and dance classes and all I did was to dump it in one corner after using it.&lt;br /&gt;My family thinks I'm acting silly over a machine but I think I'm just mulling over my attitude&lt;br /&gt;towards it. Well, I just hope it serves its new owner well  doesn't face the same kind of treatment&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;meted&lt;/span&gt; out to it.&lt;br /&gt;So there we go, my beloved &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scooty&lt;/span&gt; which brought me independence I never had before, taught me not to take  things for granted in life. Its amazing what a 'silly machine' can teach you.!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-5735716158758392632?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/5735716158758392632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=5735716158758392632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/5735716158758392632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/5735716158758392632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2009/10/taking-things-for-granted.html' title='Taking things for granted!'/><author><name>sahana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08359930889391350824</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-6854450487216029687.post-3288932414778114503</id><published>2009-09-05T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:05:30.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complex minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkgHT7fBXMs/SqNRFo3EkmI/AAAAAAAAABU/rPmbd005c4U/s1600-h/images.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 101px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkgHT7fBXMs/SqNRFo3EkmI/AAAAAAAAABU/rPmbd005c4U/s400/images.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378231537320104546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time since i wrote! Its funny how so many things we do solely depend on our mood, and MOOD is an unpredictable thing!!&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how complex one's mind can get; and though most people may like to think that they arent complex individuals, the opposite is true, most often.. The challenge, however, lies in unravelling the complexities of one's own mind and questioning each facet.. This I consider most important, since more often than not, one's complexities affects the people you love more than oneself..! However once these complexities start affecting your own moods n behaviour adversely, its time to sit up n think about why you are functioning that way..&lt;br /&gt;Its a famous and widely accepted notion that women are more complex than men, how true that is, I know not, but I guess the main difference lies in women being more expressive than men when it comes to moods and emotions..&lt;br /&gt;Complexity of the mind is frequently referred to as a negative trait, probably conveniently so since it does not assure comfort to people around the concerned individual, especially when emotions and moods are involved.. But I suppose, the most important thing is the discovery of oneself, to assess one's own complexities may actually help you tame it and turn it to your advantage. And if it is affecting ur moods badly, its important to be aware of it, of the way your moods change, and your reaction to every situation. Like guruji says, mere awareness can go a long way in helping you control your moods, its a long term thing of course!:)&lt;br /&gt;So complexity is not really a bad thing, and it could even add a mysterious element to your otherwise boring personality!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-3288932414778114503?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/3288932414778114503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=3288932414778114503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/3288932414778114503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/3288932414778114503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2009/09/complex-minds.html' title='Complex minds'/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkgHT7fBXMs/SqNRFo3EkmI/AAAAAAAAABU/rPmbd005c4U/s72-c/images.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6854450487216029687.post-1866192007401410451</id><published>2009-07-12T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T08:03:33.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice and Advise</title><content type='html'>Whenever we are about to take up exams, parents,relatives,teachers,media and even people remotely connected to us go on an overdrive shooting advice from all  directions. Not very surprising for a marks crazy nation I suppose. When I was in my 10Th standard and 2yr pre-university,I dreaded telling people what I was studying for the fear of getting advised. It irritated me to the hilt. And in fact it actually had a negative effect on me.The more people told me to read, the more I felt like throwing the book out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst time when you can get an advice is when you are about to chose your undergraduate course. Some of it went like this when I decided to take up medicine:-&lt;br /&gt;1."Oh you want to do MBBS? very difficult field. You have so much to read. And next you have to do post graduation also.Otherwise its a waste. Plus such a costly affair."&lt;br /&gt;2. "Oh you want to do MBBS? you'll have no life. Your counter parts in other fields will start earning before you do. Won't you feel bad when you have to ask your parents for money even after studying for so many years?"&lt;br /&gt;3. "Oh you want to do MBBS? Are you sure? You'll not have money even to buy a pizza and hang around with friends often.What made you take it up?"&lt;br /&gt;4."Oh MBBS? What a noble profession.You don't worry about the money.That will get arranged. And don't for heaven sake go into any pure science course. You'll end up lecturing all your life and no lucrative money also.&lt;br /&gt;But this one beats it all,&lt;br /&gt;5. "Oh you want to do MBBS? Why did you opt for it? It is so difficult to get a Husband! Didn't your parents think about it? I hope you get a good doctor husband. All the best."&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't figured out whether that "All the best" was for my course or for getting a husband!!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody are so caught up about making money and getting married, they fail to take  our interests, our passion,  and more importantly our abilities into consideration. The situation is worse for people who have not yet made up their minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after my exams,I found myself on the other side of the court. I was asked to tell about my time management and studying hours and how I managed to get good marks in my exams. I was completely baffled. I've never been a nerd and 1 hr is maximum I can sit in front of my books at a stretch.And I was expected to say 'I read for 6hrs a day, didn't watch TV, didn't eat outside food, didn't have any distractions, listened attentively to all the lectures,made notes, slept for only 5hrs a day' etc... and none of them were true. I had droopy eyelids in most of the lectures,watched TV, slept for at least 8 hrs and still continued my hobbies.&lt;br /&gt; I've never been a hypocrite and I don't intend to be either,so I told them not to put too much pressure on themselves,studying for an hour or two with concentration is enough for a day and  advised them to eat and sleep well. When I saw the 'not so happy' expressions on the faces of their parents, I knew there would be very few requests about my time management in future.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm glad about that and they will be too, when few years down the line they'll realize it wasn't worth the hype and life is how we take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-1866192007401410451?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/1866192007401410451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=1866192007401410451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/1866192007401410451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/1866192007401410451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2009/07/advice-and-advise.html' title='Advice and Advise'/><author><name>sahana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08359930889391350824</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-6854450487216029687.post-3635903327120794628</id><published>2009-06-17T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:09:15.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers:-)</title><content type='html'>This is one person in our lives who bags the first place in the category of 'the most complicated people' or at least it is so in my case. I see such completely different avatars of my mum in a day that she can give Lord Vishnu a run for his money..&lt;br /&gt;She is my best critic and avoids praising me on my face but somehow manages to convey when she is really proud of me. She has never been the type who hugs and kisses on the first sight of her daughter or very emotional in handling me. Her love has always been through actions and all those 'confidential' matters she confides in me, including the gossip sessions which happens from time to time;-)&lt;br /&gt;Of course we have our cat fights like most mothers and daughters. She takes these fights seriously and loves to win them because she gets to show whose the boss.. I remember there was time when I badly wanted to go to college by my bike and she refused.I threatened her that I wouldn't go to college(which is really far by the way) until she allowed me to travel by bike. I actually ended up bunking a day of college but she showed no signs of relenting.. Finally I had to give in. This is one of those incidents where I've really despised her only to realize later that it was for my own good.I felt guilty like hell for  hating her during those days.&lt;br /&gt; She had always wanted a girl child and the day I was born,when the nurse allotted to her lied that she had given birth to a boy,my mother turned her face away with disappointment.. Whenever  she remembers this incident, I know she wants to tell me how much she loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship is not all lovey-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dovey&lt;/span&gt; obviously. She thinks I lack manners when I yell back in reply when she shouts at me and hates it even more if don't yell back:-D. She brands me as a separatist whenever I close my room door even if it is to sleep or to study. She wants to be a part of every minute of my life and hates giving me any sort of space(the idea of giving space to her own daughter seems ridiculous to her).. basically she's not ready to let me go which drives me crazy sometimes...May be I'll realize the difficulty when I have my own daughter...&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats my mum- Backbone of our family, Affectionate, caring, irritable, short tempered, judgemental, someone who loves having her own way and very very unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt; and as some of you might have already guessed,Yes,I had a fight with mum and a patch up and the sudden inspiration to write this post:-)&lt;br /&gt;Please do write in your view of your mother- frustrations, funny incidents, support,fights.. anything and everything are welcome....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-3635903327120794628?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/3635903327120794628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=3635903327120794628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/3635903327120794628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/3635903327120794628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2009/06/mothers.html' title='Mothers:-)'/><author><name>sahana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08359930889391350824</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-6854450487216029687.post-5409142665517294395</id><published>2009-05-21T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:10:06.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still slaves of the western world??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;LORD MACAULAY'S ADDRESS TO THE BRITISH PARLIAMENT 2 FEB 1835&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I have travelled across the length and breath of India and I have not seen one person who is beggar,who is a thief; such wealth I've seen in this country,such high moral values,people of such high calibre,that I do not think we would ever conquer this country,unless we break the very backbone of this nation,which is her spiritual and cultural heritage,and therefore,I propose that we replace her old and ancient education system,her culture,for if the Indians think that all that is foreign and English is good and greater than their own,they will lose their self esteem, their native culture and they will become what we want them, a truly dominated nation".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I came across this statement first,I realized with a pang that what Macaulay said almost two centuries ago still holds good.. We keep hearing that India is losing its culture with most of the urban youth identifying themselves better with the western world.. Its true ofcourse..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why  is the big question..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wear clothes which are popular there, we consume alcohol in various places because so do everybody in the western world(so it automatically becomes trendy and cool), and Yoga, our ancient art which was hardly getting takers a few years back, suddenly found itself being enlightened on people.reason?obviously because it became popular with our western counterparts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ofcourse I'm not endorsing that everybody should start wearing saris and lungis  and I have no problem with jeans and Tshirts either. I don't approve of consuming alcohol whatever the occasion might be(this rule is for myself and I don't have problem with people who take an occasional drink) What I mean by all this is we tend to idiolise their routine,beliefs,fashion sense with utter disregard to our own...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately we have not adopted certain things about them which truely deserves appreciation..like their punctuality, road sense, cleanliness and discipline...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have so many subjects to make movies on but still we decide to make some crappy old remake of a hollywood movie.. We still depend on India's poverty stricken locations and stories about it to win oscars and booker prizes...We are on cloud nine when we win an oscar and hugely disappointed when we don't make it.. Why so much hue and cry over it? how can we expect them to understand our sensibilities when we ourselves are not sure of it.? We have almost led ourselves and others to believe that we are second class unless we are doing similar to what they are doing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really dunno when we will get out of this self imposed slavery but it spells bad for a nation which through centuries has been a pioneer whether in science,culture,art&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/6854450487216029687-5409142665517294395?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/5409142665517294395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=5409142665517294395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/5409142665517294395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/5409142665517294395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-slaves-of-western-world.html' title='Still slaves of the western world??'/><author><name>sahana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08359930889391350824</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-6854450487216029687.post-1619407018341915123</id><published>2009-04-18T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:11:03.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Adding on to Sahana s previous post, yup, there sure is an obsession with academic excellence and parents seem to be pushing their children into the rat race knowing fully well that it is a dirty place to be in, hoping against hopes that their kids will outshine the rest and make them 'proud'.. To hell with what the kid is going through inside, they will get out of it once they achieve what they have to, and if they dont?? Well, thats not an option..!!&lt;br /&gt;Things are sure changing slowly, but slowly it is, but the scars of pressure remain for long, impinge on the psyche and gives birth to jealousy, greed and feverishness in the kids.. Its unhealthy, very much so.. For the person, for family, and for society..&lt;br /&gt;And man, it sure makes a differences in alliances and marriages..! From what I have heard, there is more importance given to the number of degrees a person has than how he makes a living.. So what if he has his own flourishing business? Its no use if he doesnt have an MBA..!:)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose we are living in a society that in obsessed with marks and degrees; but I do see little change.. I guess the people who have gone through the rat race, whether thay have failed or succeeded, have come out wiser and I hope that they would know better than to impose the same on their children.. I think that is happening, though slowly.. Lets wait and watch, and learn from the rats..!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-1619407018341915123?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/1619407018341915123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=1619407018341915123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/1619407018341915123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/1619407018341915123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2009/04/adding-on-to-sahana-s-previous-post-yup.html' title=''/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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-6854450487216029687.post-3883003964762382023</id><published>2009-04-17T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:47:18.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ACADEMIC INTELLIGENCE v/s STREETSMARTNESS</title><content type='html'>I'm sure all of us some or the other time wonderedwhat have we really learnt after going through lot of text books, mugging up definitions,trying to score absurdly high marks in our exams all through our education.Lucky ones have done it and others who didn't ended up getting branded as good for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a lot of people though unable to reproduce definitions or score good marks have done extremely well in their career. I always wondered what is it in our education system that fails to bring out such talents?Why are we still unable to break out of this 'Marks'ism?&lt;br /&gt;I've known some people who have almost flunked in their second PUC and still rose to great heights with their dedication and passion. and I've also known some people who have been excellent at academics but not so successful in the exams of life.&lt;br /&gt;What makes these people click is something which I've never been able to fanthom. I know for a fact that scoring high marks is not something which gives you either knowledge or confidence to face situations. Ofcourse Im not endorsing that all poor scorers are intelligent and high scorers dumb. This is just an attempt to understand where we have gone wrong in our education.&lt;br /&gt;I respect all those who have reached their goal despite facing failures in their academic life but how many are capable of this is the big question......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-3883003964762382023?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/3883003964762382023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=3883003964762382023' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/3883003964762382023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/3883003964762382023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2009/04/academic-intelligence-vs.html' title='ACADEMIC INTELLIGENCE v/s STREETSMARTNESS'/><author><name>sahana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08359930889391350824</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-6854450487216029687.post-1938878905987332895</id><published>2009-03-11T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:15:46.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tit bits..:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkgHT7fBXMs/SbyrFSzyezI/AAAAAAAAABM/mXakxFqKFqQ/s1600-h/4c613f7bd209e93c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 91px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkgHT7fBXMs/SbyrFSzyezI/AAAAAAAAABM/mXakxFqKFqQ/s400/4c613f7bd209e93c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313309767827094322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ants Problem: Keep the skin of cucumbers near the place or ant hole.&lt;br /&gt;To get pure and clean ice: Boil water first before freezing.&lt;br /&gt;To make the mirror shine: Clean with spirit.&lt;br /&gt;To remove chewing gum from clothes: Keep the cloth in the freezer for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;To whiten white clothes: Soak white clothes in hot water with a slice of lemon for 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;To get maximum juice out of lemons:Soak lemons in hot water for one hour, and then juice them.&lt;br /&gt;To avoid smell of cabbage while cooking:Keep a piece of bread on the cabbage in the   vessel while cooking. &lt;br /&gt;To avoid tears while cutting onions: Chew gum.&lt;br /&gt;To remove ink from clothes: Put toothpaste on the ink spots generously and let it dry completely, then wash.&lt;br /&gt;To get rid of mice or rats: Sprinkle black pepper in places where you find mice or rats. They will run away. &lt;br /&gt;To boil potatoes quickly: Skin one potato from one side only before boiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-1938878905987332895?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/1938878905987332895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=1938878905987332895' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/1938878905987332895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/1938878905987332895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2009/03/tit-bits.html' title='Tit bits..:)'/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkgHT7fBXMs/SbyrFSzyezI/AAAAAAAAABM/mXakxFqKFqQ/s72-c/4c613f7bd209e93c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6854450487216029687.post-3447042361587035938</id><published>2009-03-07T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T03:04:40.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian men!</title><content type='html'>I ve never understood Indian men. I ve never understood they have to lean over the ladies sitting in public buses, why they are so aggressive when it comes to expressing their 'love', why they stalk women they seem to like or whatever, why they have to stare or gossip for lengths of time about anyone who seems even remotely female..&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if I seem to generalise, which of course is unfair, for I do know guys who are gracious, respectable and do know the right way to express their love..:) But the former holds a very irritating majority. I d say that Indian men need some extra education especially when it comes to treating the fairer sex, and in maintaining a certain degree of civic sense, avoid spitting on the road to begin with..! Its really unfortunate, but Indian men disgust me sometimes..:) Maybe thats the reason why I may seem arrogant amongst my male peers, and unpredictable also, cause with some, its after a certain degree of acquaintance they start revealing their not-very-nice side, which I try to avoid, and most often I do a shabby job of it..:)&lt;br /&gt;I m not a feminist. I do not believe that men and women are the same, but I do believe they are equal. Its like a triangle and a square having the same area; the roles are different, the spirit is the same..&lt;br /&gt;If I do date, I d like my man to feel that he can protect me, and at the same time retain my independance. I find it very laughable that women actually neglect their kids and family life just because they want to feel 'equal' to men! And great respect to those who do so to make ends meet..&lt;br /&gt;I think many of the modern women dont realise, that in the age old system of men protecting and women nurturing, the women hold the key to the whole system..! &lt;br /&gt;I think one of the very reliable avenues to consider the true prowess of women despite their tag of being the ones looked after is old age. Men boss over their women through their lives but need them the most during their sunset days, unlike the women who hold good for long.. Look around, you d see many more widowed old women living happily than old widowers..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-3447042361587035938?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/3447042361587035938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=3447042361587035938' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/3447042361587035938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/3447042361587035938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2009/03/indian-men.html' title='Indian men!'/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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-6854450487216029687.post-2311946268492118420</id><published>2009-02-24T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T03:13:17.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLORIDA COURT SETS ATHEIST HOLY DAY</title><content type='html'>In Florida, an atheist created a case against the upcoming Easter and Passover holy days. He hired an attorney to bring a discrimination case&lt;br /&gt;against Christians, Jews and observances of their holy days. The argument was that it was unfair that atheists had no such recognized&lt;br /&gt;days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The case was brought before a judge.. After listening to the passionate presentation by the lawyer, the judge banged his gavel declaring, "Case dismissed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer immediately stood objecting to the ruling saying, "Your honor, how can you possibly dismiss this case? The Christians have&lt;br /&gt;Christmas, Easter and others. The Jews have Passover, Yom Kippur and Hanukkah, yet my client and all other atheists have no such holidays."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge leaned forward in his chair saying, "But you do. Your client, counsel, is woefully ignorant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The lawyer said, "Your Honor, we are un-aware of any special observance or holiday for atheists."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge said, "The calendar says April 1st is April Fools Day. Psalm 14:1 states, 'The fool says in his heart, there is no God.'  Thus, it is the opinion of this court, that if your client says there is no God, then he is a fool.  Therefore, April 1st is his day.  Court is adjourned."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-2311946268492118420?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/2311946268492118420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=2311946268492118420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/2311946268492118420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/2311946268492118420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2009/02/florida-court-sets-atheist-holy-day.html' title='FLORIDA COURT SETS ATHEIST HOLY DAY'/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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-6854450487216029687.post-9176036799647965274</id><published>2009-02-24T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T03:08:25.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warren Buffet's letter</title><content type='html'>We begin this New Year with dampened enthusiasm and dented optimism. Our happiness is diluted and our peace is threatened by the financial illness that has infected our families, organizations, and nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is desperate to find a remedy that will cure their financial illness and help them recover their financial health. They expect the financial experts to provide them with remedies, forgetting the fact that it is these experts who created this financial mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every new year, I adopt a couple of old maxims as my beacons to guide my future. This self-prescribed therapy has ensured that with each passing year, I grow wiser and not older. This year, I invite you to tap into the financial wisdom of our elders along with me, and become financially wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard work: All hard work brings profit; but mere talk leads only to poverty.&lt;br /&gt;Laziness: A sleeping lobster is carried away by the water current.&lt;br /&gt;Earnings: Never depend on a single source of income.&lt;br /&gt;Spending: If you buy things you don't need, you'll soon sell things you need.&lt;br /&gt;Savings: Don't save what is left after spending; spend what is left after saving.&lt;br /&gt;Borrowings: The borrower becomes the lender's slave.&lt;br /&gt;Accounting: It's no use carrying an umbrella, if your shoes are leaking.&lt;br /&gt;Auditing: Beware of little expenses; a small leak can sink a large ship.&lt;br /&gt;Risk-taking: Never test the depth of the river with both feet.&lt;br /&gt;Investment: Don't put all your eggs in one basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm certain that those who have already been practicing these Principles remain financially healthy. I'm equally confident that those who resolve to start practicing these principles will quickly regain their financial health.&lt;br /&gt;Let us become wiser and lead a happy, healthy, prosperous, and Peaceful life.&lt;br /&gt;Warren Buffet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-9176036799647965274?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/9176036799647965274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=9176036799647965274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/9176036799647965274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/9176036799647965274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2009/02/warren-buffets-letter.html' title='Warren Buffet&apos;s letter'/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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-6854450487216029687.post-1064053455442248236</id><published>2009-02-22T04:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T04:10:01.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Violinist in the Metro</title><content type='html'>This is a mail I received from a friend, very introspective..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning.&lt;br /&gt;He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousand of people went through the station,&lt;br /&gt;most of them on their way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing.&lt;br /&gt;He slowed his pace, stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again.&lt;br /&gt;Clearly he was late for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy.&lt;br /&gt;His mother tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time.&lt;br /&gt;This action was repeated by several other children.&lt;br /&gt;All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while.&lt;br /&gt;About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace.&lt;br /&gt;He collected $32.&lt;br /&gt;When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best musicians in the world.&lt;br /&gt;He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written ; with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theatre in Boston and the  average ticket was $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a real story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour:&lt;br /&gt;Do we perceive beauty?&lt;br /&gt;Do we stop to appreciate it?&lt;br /&gt;Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the possible inferences from this experience could be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-1064053455442248236?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/1064053455442248236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=1064053455442248236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/1064053455442248236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/1064053455442248236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2009/02/violinist-in-metro.html' title='A Violinist in the Metro'/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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-6854450487216029687.post-4117280762385393545</id><published>2009-02-19T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T05:13:23.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A gentleman posted a comment in my previous post expressing complete disbelief in astrology. I agree it cannot be anywhere near 100% accurate, and I also admit that I myself cannot explain how lines in the palm or positions of the planets can determine your fate..!:) Nevertheless, there are a few points I d like to clarify:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) There is a belief that the right hand is seen for males and the left for females. This is wrong. In fact, the left hand shows the fate you are born with and the right hand is what you make out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Soo, you shall also notice that lines change more often in your right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Also, regular meditation, service and satsang (or good company) brings about changes in the the lines of your hand, you can even photograph a before-and-after..!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) And, for those who are interested in astrology, please dont get obsessed about it! Astrology can provide mere guidelines, by no means does it dictate how you choose to live your life..! After all, the one difference between animals and humans is that God has bestowed upon us the luxury of being able to choose..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-4117280762385393545?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/4117280762385393545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=4117280762385393545' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/4117280762385393545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/4117280762385393545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2009/02/gentleman-posted-comment-in-my-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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-6854450487216029687.post-6466791757523352201</id><published>2009-02-13T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:26:34.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkgHT7fBXMs/SZWs_xFpDFI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZStpwHXKg4g/s1600-h/palm_fate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 95px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkgHT7fBXMs/SZWs_xFpDFI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZStpwHXKg4g/s400/palm_fate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302334347807362130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head line..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Long Line: Ambitious&lt;br /&gt;   Short Line: Intelligent, Intuitive&lt;br /&gt;   Deep Line: Excellent Memory&lt;br /&gt;   Faint Line: Poor Memory&lt;br /&gt;   Straight Line: Materialistic&lt;br /&gt;   Broken Line: Disappointment&lt;br /&gt;   Chained Line: Mental Confusion&lt;br /&gt;   Forked Line: Career Change&lt;br /&gt;   Double Line: Talented, Inspired by a Muse&lt;br /&gt;   Absent Line: Laziness, Mental Imbalance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the line comes up near horizontal upto the middle of your palm and then suddenly slant downwards, it indicates a desire to live grand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkgHT7fBXMs/SZWsGTem9dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qdMetClTiWQ/s1600-h/palm_head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 95px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkgHT7fBXMs/SZWsGTem9dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qdMetClTiWQ/s400/palm_head.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302333360606475730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate line..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Absent Line: Preplanned Life, life built by one s own efforts&lt;br /&gt;   Deep Line: Inheritance&lt;br /&gt;   Faint Line: Failures, Disappointments&lt;br /&gt;   Forked Line: Conflict or Dual Destiny&lt;br /&gt;   Jagged Line: Struggle, Indecisiveness&lt;br /&gt;   Broken Line: Trauma, Difficult Circumstance&lt;br /&gt;   Chained Line: Highs and Lows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more clear and uninterrupted the fate line, the more support the individual gets from family and friends; a silver spoon..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-6466791757523352201?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/6466791757523352201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=6466791757523352201' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/6466791757523352201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/6466791757523352201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2009/02/head-line.html' title=''/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkgHT7fBXMs/SZWs_xFpDFI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZStpwHXKg4g/s72-c/palm_fate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6854450487216029687.post-7779293215954792404</id><published>2009-02-12T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:00:07.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkgHT7fBXMs/SZREj-HvS4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/uD22r_v6uK8/s1600-h/palm_life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 95px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkgHT7fBXMs/SZREj-HvS4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/uD22r_v6uK8/s400/palm_life.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301938046083484546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Short Line: It is a myth that a short life line means a short life. If the life  line is short, look closer to other signs (broken, deep, faint, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;   Deep Line: Smooth Life&lt;br /&gt;   Faint Line: Low energy&lt;br /&gt;   Broken Line: Struggles, Losses&lt;br /&gt;   Chained Line: Multiple Walks (meaning that your life path is multifold). Some astrologers also claim that it indicates a delicate body&lt;br /&gt;   Forked Line: Various meanings depending on fork placement on the hand. Generally forks indicate diversion or life change. Although they can also mean scattered or split energies.&lt;br /&gt;   Double Line: Partner with Soul Mate, or there is someone near (friend or family member) that serves as a guardian or caretaker.&lt;br /&gt;   Absent Line: Anxious, Nervous, no individuality&lt;br /&gt;   Supporting line rising above the main line: Unexpected gain of wealth&lt;br /&gt;   Supporting line proceeding downwards: loss of health and wealth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have the life line and the head line merging in the beginning, under the index finger. This is considered a good sign, and such people are hard working when needed and alert.&lt;br /&gt;If they do not merge, then it indicates that the individual works in his own unique manner and has a lot of different ideas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-7779293215954792404?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/7779293215954792404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=7779293215954792404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/7779293215954792404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/7779293215954792404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-line-short-line-it-is-myth-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkgHT7fBXMs/SZREj-HvS4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/uD22r_v6uK8/s72-c/palm_life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6854450487216029687.post-1406887639227563022</id><published>2009-02-12T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:41:43.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palmistry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkgHT7fBXMs/SZRBg-kCG8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/QQEl05qV5iY/s1600-h/palm_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 95px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkgHT7fBXMs/SZRBg-kCG8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/QQEl05qV5iY/s400/palm_heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301934696127667138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had mentioned in my earlier posts that astrology has always been a fascination for me, and I think I ve tried my hand in most forms of astrology. I find Western astrology grossly inaccurate :) and Indian astrology, exactly the opposite.. Chinese astrology too, is relatively precise. But palmistry has been on the top of the list for me, I beleive, if you know the art well, it can be startlingly revealing..:)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I shall mention a few interesting pointers in palmistry, which is fun and accurate, one by one, in my posts, and to begin with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Heart line: The image on top indicates the line; hope you have it!;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Long Line: Idealistic, Dependent on partner&lt;br /&gt;  Short Line: Self-centered&lt;br /&gt;  Deep Line: Stressful&lt;br /&gt;  Faint Line: Sensitive Nature, Weak Heart&lt;br /&gt;  Straight Line: Intense Feelings&lt;br /&gt;  Curved Line: Intellectual Bent&lt;br /&gt;  Broken Line: Troubled relationships&lt;br /&gt;  Chained Line: Intertwined relationships, Karmic relationships &lt;br /&gt;  No line: Ruthless, logic rules the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just if you were curious, I have the chained line..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-1406887639227563022?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/1406887639227563022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=1406887639227563022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/1406887639227563022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/1406887639227563022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-had-mentioned-in-my-earlier-posts.html' title='Palmistry'/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkgHT7fBXMs/SZRBg-kCG8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/QQEl05qV5iY/s72-c/palm_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6854450487216029687.post-819715224577056639</id><published>2009-02-11T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:21:42.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite sites!</title><content type='html'>Some of my favourite sites :):&lt;br /&gt;www.zedge.net : The best site I know for great mobile themes!&lt;br /&gt;www.mp3tal.com : Great for downloading songs, both hindi and english and even just listening to them..&lt;br /&gt;www.bollyfm.net : Fairly good site for bollywood songs&lt;br /&gt;www.cooltoad.com : This too is rather popular for song downloads&lt;br /&gt;www.medicalmnemonics.com : Referred to me by a friend, very handy for medicos&lt;br /&gt;www.youtube.com : This site needs no introduction :)&lt;br /&gt;www.bawadinesh.name/# : A site by my teachers, its beautiful, witty and its the first site I open when I come online..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-819715224577056639?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/819715224577056639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=819715224577056639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/819715224577056639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/819715224577056639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-favorite-sites.html' title='My favorite sites!'/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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-6854450487216029687.post-6298046007322158863</id><published>2009-02-04T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T03:06:53.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lopsided??</title><content type='html'>Who s the hero of recent times.?? Who has been making news all over in the recent few days..? Who make people gasp when they hear his interviews..? Its Muthalik..!&lt;br /&gt;Well, Sri Ram Sena seems to be basking in the glory granted by the media.. The encouragement of the State Government (I must say I m highly disappointed by BJP, a party which I d once thought is one with a difference) seems to have given them a kick and thrilled by the success of their abuse-the-'indecent'-pubgoing-girls operation, they ve now launched an anti-Valentine s Day operation, which is supposedly a 'conspiracy by the Christians'..! Ridiculous..!&lt;br /&gt;Now, I dont go to pubs, I dont endorse going either, its a terrible lopsided way to 'destress' but hell, this is a democratic country..! &lt;br /&gt;Conventionalists have got their priorities wrong, why dont they promote Indian Culture instead of criticising another one..? This kind of meaningless and negative way to rectify the drawbacks in our society has been going on for long. Whether it is the reservation policy by the governments, the Babri Masjid demolition, or this.. It has all been going really wrong..&lt;br /&gt;Is Indian culture just about wearing Saris and bindis and bangles? About chanting mantras and shlokas on one side and abusing women on the other? If women should wear saris all the time why dont men have to wear a lungi or jubba-pyjama all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Many of these so-called protectors of indian culture dont even know how to treat the elderly with respect, I ve seen my dear grandparents being shooed away rudely in a hospital we went to for my grandpa s operation.. Arent we confusing culture with mere ritualistic and superficial practices?&lt;br /&gt;Its up to us, the new generation, to uphold our culture in its true sense; question if you may, the rituals we do follow but without the sarcasm; try to find the beautiful inner meanings of our rhythmic shlokas, and combine them with morality to lead truely enriched lives, what I d call as true Indian culture..&lt;br /&gt;And those who want to de-stress, try an art of living course instead of the noisy pub atleast once :), you shall see the difference...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-6298046007322158863?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/6298046007322158863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=6298046007322158863' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/6298046007322158863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/6298046007322158863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-s-hero-of-recent-times.html' title='Lopsided??'/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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-6854450487216029687.post-2583824686012348477</id><published>2009-02-02T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T04:51:33.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frankly..</title><content type='html'>I m bad at blogging, I m even worse at advertising my blogsite..! I ve always been writing, i d started off with childish poems in my school days n proceeded with journals and a few short stories here and there, but it has all been locked up..!:)&lt;br /&gt;With experience I ve learnt that the recognition received by an artiste is often disproportionate to the product he has created, whether in music, art or dance. Purists can often seem boring to the public who usually do not understand the depths of creativity and end up patronising adulterated material which just looks good to the untrained eye. So coming back to the point :), it just seems so weird for me to advertise my blog, and the same holds good for my art..&lt;br /&gt;So after a point you just need to stop caring about whether people appreciate your art or your blog or that you have just 65 hits after 5 months..!:)&lt;br /&gt;The problem I ve had with blogging is the dependance of the blogger on readers for his own encouragement, which I agree is an intrinsic factor everybody who signs up for blogging is consciously or unconsciously aware of.. Well, this same factor has deterred me from being regular, 'cause neither can I advertise my blogs, nor do I write such great stuff that people who are not known to me get drawn to my blogs.! So this particular blog I shall put up now is a sort of declaration or probably just a way to convince or reassure myself that no matter who reads my stuff, I shall just put up posts, keep this blog alive atleast as a cocooned reason to laugh about few years down the line..!&lt;br /&gt;Chao..!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-2583824686012348477?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/2583824686012348477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=2583824686012348477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/2583824686012348477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/2583824686012348477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2009/02/frankly.html' title='Frankly..'/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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-6854450487216029687.post-4602715110982789039</id><published>2008-07-27T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T07:01:03.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes!++</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkgHT7fBXMs/SIx_iCCS-_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlbFu50HqMU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkgHT7fBXMs/SIx_iCCS-_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlbFu50HqMU/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227693490109086706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been to the art of living Yes!++ Advance Course last week. And it took me a cool 1 month to convince my mum about it; there was a point when I realised that nothing could make cry more than being stopped from associating myself with the organisation, let alone attending the course. It sounds crazy, yes, but I ve always been crazy about the weirdest of things....&lt;br /&gt;I didnt inform my friends when I went except just 2 of them; I actually risked missing a lot of classes for the course; not that I cared much though...:) Of course, it turned out that I hardly missed anything except 2 to 3 boring classes, and got attendance for it too by default!&lt;br /&gt;The course was beautiful, I knew I had been waiting for this for long. It was a perfect life for 5 days without a moment wasted. Singing, dancing, laughing, crying, introspecting, and bliss, bliss, bliss....:) We meditated for hours together and it seemed to pass off like an half hour. You know, ashram is one of those places where you feel all people there, known and unknown, are your own; you just trust everybody. And that is a very assuring, beautiful feeling...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I came back to college and had to account for my absence for 5 days :), and half the responses I got were," Whats wrong with you???":)&lt;br /&gt; I find it very ironic that people are willing to shell out thousands for a flimsy outfit they may just throw away next year, but when it comes to something that promises to change their life, they are like,"Me?? No way!" Most of the resistance comes from ignorance about the amount of fun spirituality has to offer, some of the resistance comes from the fear of getting 'too much into it' and some just because people 'dont beleive in it'...&lt;br /&gt;There was one incident that happened during the course which touched my heart, it was a small one but its funny how small incidences strike right through more than the big on-your-face ones...&lt;br /&gt;We had to use 3 cushions each to lie down on after meditation. On one particular day, I just had found 2 cushions and bhaiya (our teacher) was about to start the session when I spotted a spare one in front of me. I stretched out to grab it, and at the same time a guy in front of me reached for it. I looked at him and he just it pushed it towards me,"Take it.." Well, I took it, placed it neatly in front of me and the session began. When the meditation was finally over and we opened our eyes, I realised that, that particular guy didnt have even 1 cushion with him..! He meditated for all that time on the floor with just 1 thin bedsheet!&lt;br /&gt; A feeling shame and wonder passed across my being, at the simple and divine selflessness of the boy. The amount of divinity and goodness the course is able to awaken in people is amazing. We all are capable of sacrifice, of infinite love, but somehow everyday situations and the grime that comes along with it settles on our spiritual brilliance and we are unable to identify our own selves..&lt;br /&gt;Of course, when I returned from art of living ashram, all I could talk about was my experience, till I realised I was overdoing it...:) But it was hard to resist, rediscovering your own self is not a small thing you know...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-4602715110982789039?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/4602715110982789039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=4602715110982789039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/4602715110982789039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/4602715110982789039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-had-been-to-art-of-living-yes-advance.html' title='Yes!++'/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkgHT7fBXMs/SIx_iCCS-_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlbFu50HqMU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6854450487216029687.post-594577884018145008</id><published>2008-07-21T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T06:33:19.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 boyfriends</title><content type='html'>This is a very good mail i recieved from an uncle of mine...Read on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was this girl who had four boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved the 4th boyfriend the most and adored him with rich robes and treated him to the finest of delicacies. She gave him&lt;br /&gt;nothing but the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also loved the 3rd boyfriend very much and was always showing him off to neighboring kingdoms. However, she feared that one&lt;br /&gt;day he would leave her for another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also loved her 2nd boyfriend. He was her confidant and was always kind, considerate and patient with her. Whenever this girl&lt;br /&gt;faced a problem, she could confide in him, and he would help her get through the difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl s 1st boyfriend was a very loyal partner and had made great contributions in maintaining her wealth and kingdom. However,&lt;br /&gt;she did not love the first boyfriend. Although he loved her deeply, she hardly took notice of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the girl fell ill and she knew her time was short. She thought of her luxurious life and wondered, I now have four&lt;br /&gt;boyfriends with me, but when I die, I'll be all alone.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, she asked the 4th boyfriend, 'I loved you the most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No way!' replied the 4th boyfriend and he walked away without another word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer cut like a sharp knife right into her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad girl then asked the 3rd boyfriend, 'I loved you all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No!' replied the 3rd boyfriend. 'Life is too good! When you die, I'm going to marry someone else!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart sank and turned cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then asked the 2nd boyfriend, 'I have always turned to you for help and you've always been there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!' replied the 2nd boyfriend. 'At the very most, I can only walk with you to your grave.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer struck her like a bolt of lightning, and the girl was devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a voice called out: 'I'll go with you. I'll follow you no matter where you go.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl looked up, and there was his first boyfriend. He was very skinny as he suffered from malnutrition and neglect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatly grieved, the girl said, 'I should have taken much better care of you when I had the chance!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, you have 4 boyfriends in your lives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 4th boyfriend is your body. No matter how much time and effort you lavish in making it look good, it will leave you when you&lt;br /&gt;die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 3rd boyfriend is your possessions, status and wealth. When you die, it will all go to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 2nd boyfriend is your family and friends. No matter how much they have been there for you, the furthest they can stay by you&lt;br /&gt;is up to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your 1st boyfriend is your Soul, often neglected in pursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, your Soul is the only thing that will follow you where ever you go. Cultivate, strengthen and cherish it now, for it is the&lt;br /&gt;only part of you that will follow you to the throne of God and continue with you throughout Eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day: Remember, when the world pushes you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-594577884018145008?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/594577884018145008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=594577884018145008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/594577884018145008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/594577884018145008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2008/07/4-boyfriends.html' title='4 boyfriends'/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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-6854450487216029687.post-3381146668658322877</id><published>2008-07-05T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T20:56:53.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont have cold water after a meal...</title><content type='html'>For those who like to drink cold water, this article is applicable to&lt;br /&gt;  you. It is nice to have a cup of cold drink after a meal. However, the&lt;br /&gt;  cold water will solidify the oily stuff that you have just consumed. It will slow down the digestion.&lt;br /&gt;  Once this "sludge" reacts with the acid, it will break down and be&lt;br /&gt;  absorbed by the intestine faster than the solid food. It will line the&lt;br /&gt;  intestine.  Very soon, this will turn into fats and lead to cancer. It is&lt;br /&gt;  best to drink hot soup or warm water after a meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-3381146668658322877?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/3381146668658322877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=3381146668658322877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/3381146668658322877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/3381146668658322877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-have-cold-water-after-meal.html' title='Dont have cold water after a meal...'/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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-6854450487216029687.post-5300225667992804054</id><published>2008-07-04T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T04:05:06.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our biggest problem...</title><content type='html'>Every country usually faces 2 kinds of problems; one that stems from money and another that stems from the mind (of the people)..&lt;br /&gt;Problems like poverty, inflation, n even population explosion come into the money category; and I personally feel that these problems are easier to solve than the bigger problems that stem from the mind..&lt;br /&gt;For example, lack of civic sense, low self esteem (which i believe is wholely responsible for majority of the problems we face today, the British did an excellent job of grinding it into our psyches) AND the biggest one, relegion intolerance.. &lt;br /&gt;India is an exceptionally unique country. We have been invaded several times over and that has contributed to the pot-pouri of cultures we are so proud of. &lt;br /&gt;A famous french politician (I ve forgotten his name)had once remarked in a press conference on his visit to India,"If this kind of diversity were present in France, we Frenchmen would have killed each other!"&lt;br /&gt;Secularism has always been a point of debate in our country; something we ve always been proud of.&lt;br /&gt;But this secularism is breaking; whether it is the mass conversions of poverty stricken people of Orrisa into Christianity, the Babri Masjid fiasco, the Amarnath temple row, and several others..These incidents invariably have a negative impact on the vulnerable people who watch the so-very-irresponsible news channels who delightfully sensationalise these events for mere TRP's... &lt;br /&gt;Any political debate, especially concerning the Congress and BJP, inevitably have shades of communalism in them, with Congress not letting go of any oppurtunity of labelling BJP as anti-secular; desperately clinging on to the Babri Masjid fiasco. Nobody bothers to highlight the various benefits and facilities the BJP led government provided for the Haj piligrims during their tenure; which of course, lies in shambles under the UPA presently. Any educated Indian can easily look through the pseudosecularism of the Congress-led government, the immature labelling of the nucleur deal as 'anti-Muslim' by the 3rd front, the constant reminding of the country through news channels, that hey, you are minority and you are majority, hindu, muslim, christian, blah, blah blah...!&lt;br /&gt;Relegions which were created in different time zones by great men for the purpose of peace and unity are now being used as tools of violence.&lt;br /&gt;We as human beings should learn to confine our relegion to the four walls of our homes; step out of the threshhold as spiritual human beings and learn to respect other relegions as merely different paths to the same goal....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-5300225667992804054?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/5300225667992804054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=5300225667992804054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/5300225667992804054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/5300225667992804054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2008/07/every-country-usually-faces-2-kinds-of.html' title='Our biggest problem...'/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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-6854450487216029687.post-6709676536513117862</id><published>2008-07-02T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T04:08:07.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Science and God</title><content type='html'>This is a very interseting mail i had recieved about the debate between science and relegion; read every line, its very interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain the problem science has with God."  The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then&lt;br /&gt;asks one of his new students to stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*"You're a God believer, aren't you, son?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir," the student says.&lt;br /&gt;*"So you believe in God?"&lt;br /&gt;"Absolutely." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*"Is God good?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure! God's good."&lt;br /&gt;"Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;"Are you good or evil?"&lt;br /&gt;"The teachings says I'm evil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor grins knowingly. He considers for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;"Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help them? Would you try?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir, I would."&lt;br /&gt;"So you're good...!"&lt;br /&gt;"I wouldn't say that."&lt;br /&gt;"But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student does not answer, so the professor continues. "He doesn't, does he? My brother was a God believer who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this God good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student remains silent.&lt;br /&gt;"No, you can't, can you?" the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*"Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?"&lt;br /&gt;"Er... Yes," the student says.&lt;br /&gt;"Is Satan good?"&lt;br /&gt;The student doesn't hesitate on this one. "No."&lt;br /&gt;"Then where does Satan come from?"&lt;br /&gt;The student falters. "From... God..."&lt;br /&gt;"That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, sir."&lt;br /&gt;"Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct? "&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;"So who created evil?"&lt;br /&gt;Again, the student has no answer.&lt;br /&gt;"Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness. All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?" *&lt;br /&gt;*The student squirms on his feet. "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So who created them?"&lt;br /&gt;The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. "Who created them? "&lt;br /&gt;There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me," he continues. "Do you believe in God, son?"&lt;br /&gt;The student's voice betrays him and cracks. "Yes,professor. I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man stops pacing. "Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen God?"&lt;br /&gt;"No sir. I've never seen Him."&lt;br /&gt;"Then tell us if you've ever heard your God?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, sir. I have not."&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God or smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God?&lt;br /&gt;"No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yet you still believe in him?" thundered the professor&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;"According to the rules of empirical, testable,demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing," the student replies. "I only have my faith."*&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, faith," the professor repeats. "And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith."&lt;br /&gt;The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of his own.&lt;br /&gt;"Professor, is there such thing as heat?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," the professor replies. "There's heat."&lt;br /&gt;"And is there such a thing as cold?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, son, there's cold too."&lt;br /&gt;"No sir, there isn't."&lt;br /&gt;The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called&lt;br /&gt;'cold'. We can hit 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat,but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise&lt;br /&gt;wewould be able to go colder than -458 degrees. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure&lt;br /&gt;cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Silence across the room! A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;* *&lt;br /&gt;"What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?" "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," the professor replies without hesitation."What is night if it isn't darkness?"&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*"You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something.You can have low light, normal light, bright light,&lt;br /&gt;flashing light. But if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the&lt;br /&gt;word. In reality, Darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-6709676536513117862?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/6709676536513117862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=6709676536513117862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/6709676536513117862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/6709676536513117862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2008/07/science-and-god.html' title='Science and God'/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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-6854450487216029687.post-828793613951089887</id><published>2008-07-02T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T03:58:23.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very interesting...</title><content type='html'>This is the world's costliest Advertisement and the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winner of this year's best Ad of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is real with no graphics used costing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some 6.2 million US Dollars and 606 takes and retakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team members of this Ad were facilitated with lots of rewards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just click the title of this blog....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-828793613951089887?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.steelcitysfinest.com/HondaAccordAd.htm' title='Very interesting...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/828793613951089887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=828793613951089887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/828793613951089887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/828793613951089887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2008/07/very-interesting.html' title='Very interesting...'/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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-6854450487216029687.post-3682722277806783094</id><published>2008-07-02T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T03:09:28.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont keep the best for the last...</title><content type='html'>Ask the youth of today about relegion and spirituality. A fat majority will claim,"I m not relegious, but I am spiritual."Its almost become a fad to say that.&lt;br /&gt;I say, a good fraction of them drink, go to pubs and are exceptionally generous with their swear words..! I ve seen plenty of such characters...&lt;br /&gt;And then there are the honest ones who pooh-pooh spirituality,"Whats it gotta do with us???" And there are those, who beleive spirituality is only for the old,"I want to enjoy life now yaar, whats with wasting half an hour on meditation..??"&lt;br /&gt;Hell, spirituality IS about enjoying life..! Your senses become sharper, you enjoy every small small thing, and everything you do becomes 10 times more meaningful..!&lt;br /&gt;I wish, or rather implore to the youth of India, to give indian spirituality atleast 1 chance to prove its true worth; they have no idea what they are missing out on...&lt;br /&gt;The earlier you turn to spirituality, the better; and for heaven s sake, please don't keep the best for the last..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-3682722277806783094?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/3682722277806783094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=3682722277806783094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/3682722277806783094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/3682722277806783094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-keep-best-for-last.html' title='Dont keep the best for the last...'/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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-6854450487216029687.post-4138852495486677864</id><published>2008-06-30T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T06:06:25.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing sensation..!</title><content type='html'>When I was in 3rd Standard, I discovered one evening that if one whispers and closes their ears simultaeneously, one s  voice sounds louder. I was of course, childishly thrilled at my ‘discovery’ and spent a whole evenin whispering nonsense into my own ears..!&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I went to school. We had to submit our homework for correction; but our teacher insisted on correcting it during class hours. A couple of us stood in the queue in beside the teacher s desk waiting for our turn. She took a lot of time per person n I was bored to death....&lt;br /&gt;And then? &lt;br /&gt;I tried out my newly discovered trick of killing time. And this time, I chose to whisper a song. Unfortunately for me, ‘whispering’ a song needs a louder voice, and i obliged to my music sensibilities, much to the annoyance of my teacher. I had hardly sung 2 lines of my favorite number and I had the whole class staring, and my teacher glaring at me...!&lt;br /&gt;Dat was rather embarassing for my 7 year old self..!:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-4138852495486677864?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/4138852495486677864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=4138852495486677864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/4138852495486677864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/4138852495486677864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2008/06/singing-sensation.html' title='Singing sensation..!'/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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-6854450487216029687.post-7567067492753954375</id><published>2008-06-30T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T06:00:16.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference between Focussing on Solution and focussing on Problem</title><content type='html'>Case 1&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  When NASA began the launch of astronauts into&lt;br /&gt;space, they found out that   the pens wouldn't work at zero gravity (ink won't&lt;br /&gt;flow down to the writing   surface). To solve this problem, it took them one&lt;br /&gt;decade and $12 million.&lt;br /&gt; They developed a pen that worked at zero gravity,&lt;br /&gt;upside down, underwater, in practically any surface including crystal and in&lt;br /&gt;a temperature range from  below freezing to over 300 degrees C. And what did&lt;br /&gt;the Russians do...?? They  used a pencil.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Case 2&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  One of the most memorable case studies on Japanese&lt;br /&gt;management was the case   of the empty soap box, which happened in one of&lt;br /&gt;Japan 's biggest cosmetics  companies. The company received a complaint that a&lt;br /&gt;consumer had bought a  soap box that was empty. Immediately the authorities&lt;br /&gt;isolated the problem to  the assembly line, which transported all the&lt;br /&gt;packaged boxes of soap to the  delivery department. For some reason, one soap box&lt;br /&gt;went through the assembly  line empty. Management asked its engineers to solve&lt;br /&gt;the problem.&lt;br /&gt;    Post-haste, the engineers worked hard to devise an X-ray machine&lt;br /&gt;with high-resolution  monitors manned by two people to watch all the soap&lt;br /&gt;boxes that passed through the line to make sure they were not empty.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, they worked  hard and they worked fast but they spent a whoopee&lt;br /&gt;amount to do so.&lt;br /&gt;    But when   a rank-and-file employee in a small company was&lt;br /&gt;posed with the same problem, he did not get into complications of X-rays, etc.,&lt;br /&gt;but instead came out with  another solution. He bought a strong industrial&lt;br /&gt;electric fan and pointed it  at the assembly line. He switched the fan on, and as&lt;br /&gt;each soap box  passed  the fan, it simply blew the empty boxes out of the&lt;br /&gt;line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-7567067492753954375?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/7567067492753954375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=7567067492753954375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/7567067492753954375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/7567067492753954375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2008/06/difference-between-focussing-on.html' title='Difference between Focussing on Solution and focussing on Problem'/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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-6854450487216029687.post-4040548188163600691</id><published>2008-06-30T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:29:57.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I, Me, Myself..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xkgHT7fBXMs/SGtSo55WMvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/POJSm3iBptQ/s1600-h/pictures+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xkgHT7fBXMs/SGtSo55WMvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/POJSm3iBptQ/s320/pictures+088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218355455928447730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always been a rather quiet child. I still remember thinking things out while the rest of my friends jabbered their hearts out. Most of my childhood was spent in Muscat, Oman, that is around 10 to 13 years... Though I was a quiet and shy kid, I liked doing stage shows; I had done quite a lot of dramas n dance performances in primary and high school...&lt;br /&gt; I would say Muscat was a like a mini developed Indian city; there were so many spiritual, cultural classes n i went for a couple of them, conducted by Sri Sathya Baba devotees and the Divine Park (Swami Vivekananda).Honestly i didnt like them very much then, but i attribute my spiritual streak to all those classes I once grudgingly attended..By the time i was in 8th, i had just started understanding the true gist of spirituality, but unfortunately for me, around the same time, it was taken away from me....&lt;br /&gt;We shifted to Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the buildings, the malls, the parks, the roads, the awesome entertainment centres, and The Dubai Shopping Festival; Dubai was breathtaking in the beginning. But personally, I found it a hollow place. It lacks a soul, n for me it was just a small beautiful city built on a frail mountain of green notes... Something was missing...&lt;br /&gt;Well, after my 9th and 10th in Dubai, we shifted to Bangalore, India. For me, it was like returning to a home I d never stayed in before; but patriotism comes naturally to me. I could even say my optimism about India almost borders foolishness, but there it is..!&lt;br /&gt;Ah, it was a cultural shock for me. Not the kind you d expect; I found the youth here were far more westernised than their counterparts in the Gulf! &lt;br /&gt;Coming to India kind of opened me up, the people here are not like what you see elsewhere in the world. Everybody minds their own business abroad, but here, I found people were more interested in other’s business than their own...! The kind of emotional quotient you get to see in the common people here is unparalleled; its ironical that our political system is completely devoid of the same!&lt;br /&gt;I joined a medical college after that, and now I am in my second year. &lt;br /&gt;Well, this the brief story of my life till date. Spirituality and patriotism are 2 facets of me. And yea, I have this thing for astrology and witty short stories.. So all these things along with a few personal experiences shall comprise my blogs....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854450487216029687-4040548188163600691?l=theorangerind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/feeds/4040548188163600691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854450487216029687&amp;postID=4040548188163600691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/4040548188163600691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854450487216029687/posts/default/4040548188163600691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangerind.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-me-myself.html' title='I, Me, Myself..?'/><author><name>Swarna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024021286946776992</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xkgHT7fBXMs/SGtSo55WMvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/POJSm3iBptQ/s72-c/pictures+088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
