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control</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=5325748944970293256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/5325748944970293256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/5325748944970293256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2010/04/pray.html' title=':pray'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-7799810761027053448</id><published>2009-12-18T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:32:34.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='here and there'/><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This time I did not write my End -of-term blog. Was the last term break, after this I I will be leaving college and going on the end-of-college break. But anyways, let me ramble something about my arbit thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Indian parents - adorable monsters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Its like they get control of our lives by taking care of us for all our lives you know, they will insist on providing for you higher education, who should you marry, g how you should behave, wether you can go out now, or is it too late, who should you meet, wether you can drink or not, what time you should get up and so on and on and on. But they will also keep on caring for you, providing for our food, shelter, education and all the frivolities. We are not expected to work and earn our own pocket money, while studying we should concentrate on studies and not worry about earning. I kept on telling my parents that i don't want either, i don't want you to pay my fees nor look for a groom for me, but they want to do both... their love doesn't understand that. It is so difficult to fight love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The art of selling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well, studying in a b-school, me and my friends tend to get into lots and lots of debates and fruitless arguments about marketing and selling, trying to prove ourself among a group of equally naive and removed-from-reality people. When i went to my home town this vacation,  shopkeepers, salesmen who have surely never been in a proximity of a b-school and not know what IIM is in any case showed me what selling is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well, I went into a shop to get just a screw tightened in my specks, coming out the shopkeeper had sold me new glasses worth 2K, I could see what he is doing all along, What all he is playing on, how he is praising me and then praising the product, my mind kept on telling me 'see now he is doing this' 'see now he will do that' but in the end i had bought those glasses. Another similar thing happened in a shoe-shopowhen i cam out carrying 3 packets instead of intended one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Take away - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Alternately praise the customer and the product&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Understand the customer- first one sold me the specks by saying you can appreciate the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;brand and this stuff, other people cant, he guessed that i would fall for that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Make them feel special - always offer the '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;discount&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;' that is 'o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;nly for you madam' coz 'you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;are our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;special customer'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ervice - "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;come anytime and change madam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;' '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;no problem  we are sitting here only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;whole day',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;'madam you should have tea madam'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;oing a little more - People from a leading matrimony site, on which my parents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;registered me :| actually called and offered assistance in setting up the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;account and in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;general going about things, which adds to customer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Infosys - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It is the most talked about company in an MBA course, I cannot think of a subject where the Infosys name has not been cited. Some times critiqued most times admired but never never ignored. Talk about the Corporate governance of Infy, or its internal employee management practices in HR and CGCSR classes. look at the CSR initiatives and the whole session goes by just talking about Infy. Come to the finance classes and the you get astounded by the returns from Infy stocks. Or go to the Valuations and Real Options class and where you least expect it, Infy again is the subject of discussion, it values its human capital. So we learn to value it too. Talk about entrepreneurship or talk of marketing(or the lack of it) Infy is there. Truly there is something about this great company and there is so much to learn and gain from this Indian Software giant. I feel so good to be associated with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-7799810761027053448?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/7799810761027053448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=7799810761027053448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/7799810761027053448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/7799810761027053448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2009/12/term-6.html' title='......'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-2901556377482192239</id><published>2009-10-05T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:08:30.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>:|</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its like one of the most cliched dialog, something which if i have not heard then at least experienced many a times but it rattled me off like anything today. May be it was just an aberration after coming to K or maybe its been long since I ventured out to play with guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A comment by one asshole in a badminton match "ladki hai... dont play hard" shook me so badly, i just could not take it lightly and shrug it off. It is not new, it is not an out of the world experience, its just that it irritated me so badly, I am no badminton player, but at least they let could me loose with dignity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyways, maybe i just need to learn to handle this coz the Indian MCP has a long way to go before he evolves into something more tolerable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;huh.. I hate when i sound like a man hating feminist :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-2901556377482192239?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/2901556377482192239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=2901556377482192239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/2901556377482192239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/2901556377482192239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=':|'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-3476507882345011325</id><published>2009-08-25T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:21:04.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>undefined search</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whenever i travel, or go to any new place, i find myself expectantly looking around. There is this invisible pull, ears keep straining to hear someone calling my name, eyes dart looking for a familiar face, walk or smile. There is no one in particular whom i am searching, its just a feeling of meeting someone. I always feel it will be good to meet someone I know, unexpected, forgotten from good old days of the past, just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My eyes keep on searching the crowds. I am unable to decipher this behavior of mine. I do this even when I am not alone. Is this just a transient behavior, or is it something deeper, search for someone more important in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;It sounds idiotic, but since when did i take the onus of sounding intelligent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-3476507882345011325?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/3476507882345011325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=3476507882345011325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/3476507882345011325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/3476507882345011325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2009/08/undefined-search.html' title='undefined search'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-2081988309558535565</id><published>2009-08-25T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:49:09.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>EoT - 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Time for the customary end of term blog. So term 4 also ended. I feel i am only writing end of term blogs, why is time flying by so fast!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13;"&gt;But first about this term, the term somehow ended even before starting properly. There wasnt much load, werent many classes, classes were so dispersed that i never felt bogged down by them, except for the tiring ERC classes which forced me into a brain dead state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13;"&gt;I cant think of anything that happened over the term, which is worth mentioning. I witnessed a self fulfilling prophecy about myself, but later it just became an illusion when I messed up CB. Some good friends wont be here for next term, which is kinda sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13;"&gt;: I dont have anything to write about this stupid term. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13;"&gt;Learnings: academic - none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;personal   - friends are great, too much friendship is bad, no friends is even worst, forced friends are worst than even worst.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13;"&gt;Update: I learnt to solve Rubic's Cube :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-2081988309558535565?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/2081988309558535565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=2081988309558535565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/2081988309558535565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/2081988309558535565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2009/08/eot-4.html' title='EoT - 4'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-6298898416392887462</id><published>2009-07-10T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:03:45.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>:|&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;"Once again a hotch potch post written in a high state of agitation and disturbance. I am just so confused about arranged marriages (ya, I know confusion is my default state, but still). Apart from the usual blah blah of not knowing the person well enough in arranged marriages etc etc, they just do not feel right, I just don’t feel good about going in for an arranged marriage coz I feel it violates the individual in me, Its like that, the environment becoming stronger than the individuals and people dissolving in their surroundings. I pisses me off that the guy whom I might marry will not know a thousand things about me before committing himself to me, and even after marriage he wont know atleast 200 that shape me, I might hide them perpetually. He will be married more to my environment and everything vice versa. This feeling of something not being right is much more stronger for me than the scare I feel about marriage itself. Ya Ya I know that I can actually know him well before actually getting married, but will both of us be that forthright, that truthful about ourself? I know I’ll act good, I know I’ll show that I am a better person than I actually am.Actually putting it in a very B-schoolish style, there are 3 things that should click in a person for marriage : 1. It’s the person he truly is, his thoughts, you know, the connection that two people develop because of their intrinsic natures. 2. The wrapper characteristics : Looks, family, income, etc etc 3. The meanest, scariest, the society. In a love marriage the first one has the highest importance, with the other two following in the order, while the sequence reverses in an arranged marriage. I hate the society having the most importance, I don’t want to live for the so called society, ewweeee, Its wrong, Its collective will crushing an individual., And I know I suddenly sound like Ayn Rand, but Its just not acceptable, it questions my individuality. Lot more to crib about, but later. Should I change my blog name to the crib-o-junction, I think that will suit it more…. " written sometime in mid may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Its July, a lot has changed, some of my perceptions about arranged marriages have changed too. They are like taking  a lottery on life, you might hit a jackpot or make a jack ass of yourself for forever. But the order remains - society, wrapper and then individual. And the expectations are huge... and whatever the modern indian male pretend to be, he hasn't changed, he is still his mamma's boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-6298898416392887462?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/6298898416392887462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=6298898416392887462' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/6298898416392887462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/6298898416392887462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2009/07/marriage-marriage-and-more-marriage.html' title=':|&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-8525860509495050306</id><published>2009-07-03T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:44:59.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>a new song...</title><content type='html'>Some where some happy, hopeful soul is playing "jaane kyun dil jaanta hai, tu hai to i'll be alright.." the best place at this time is my balcony, listen to songs played by someone else, when you have no control on the songs being played, giving up and enyoting the moment,  atleast i wont play jagjeet singh... probably thats the way you should be at times, just give up and let life take you with itself. i cant control my life 100 % and probably what it plays for me at times is best and better than  what i would play for myself. Some other song which is equally good, maybe better than what i would play for myself, a happy song, not the sad one, not a song with lost hopes, or unrealised dreams. Its difficult to forget some tunes, they go too deep, but its always possible to fall in love with new ones, slowly, totally. It will take time to understand and appreciate the lyrics, to absorb the tune, but it will happen...its happening...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-8525860509495050306?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/8525860509495050306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=8525860509495050306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/8525860509495050306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/8525860509495050306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-song.html' title='a new song...'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-5258147021138699668</id><published>2009-06-30T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:11:30.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live music'/><title type='text'>music or scream??</title><content type='html'>This is a post written without any kind of background or reality check, its just what i feel and assume, probably i am being overly sentimental here or its a purely sadistic view point to see sadness and pain, whatever it is, i don't know, i am confused  [:) this smiley is for one person who might stumble here in a few days]&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, so let me not take so much footage, actually teh issue is about the live music concept in restaurants and hotels and now becoming the style and class statement in malls also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I think there has to be a culture to appreciate live music, which comes not just by having those musicians singing in your restuarants. The patrons/guests should be receptive and responsive to this. Live music as an intrinsic part and element in the place can be quite attractive, but the same being played as a background score just does not justify having it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It pains to see those people singing song after song, plying tune after tune to which no one is paying attention...I feel ashamed in their presence, i just dont understand why as it other people's self absorbed behavior is my fault, anyways, its not that i do anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that the people who are playing/singing were most probably aspiring singers who had dreamt of being someone successful in the field of music, but probably they were not able to, and now they are forced to use their art, their passion and display it to people who just dont care. We are not concerned if its some one singing continuously for 3-4 hours or is its a music player. Not only their dreams were not realised but they are forced to live with the realisation of this everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever i see any such performer, he somehow seems no-so-happy to me, maybe its my perception, or maybe they are genuinely not very happy, I cant say. Anyways, i sincerely hope that it is not so sad and there is a better story behind it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-5258147021138699668?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/5258147021138699668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=5258147021138699668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/5258147021138699668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/5258147021138699668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2009/06/bajao.html' title='music or scream??'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-884697326392837399</id><published>2009-05-12T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:01:13.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Looking at the sad sorry and crib -o-junction state of my blog, i have decided to write something, anything happy here. And so i try to think of a happy memory, its like Harry Potter trying to produce a Patronous, and thinking about the best/beautiful/happy and lovable things of life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Well, ya, i can think of hundreds now, and am sure I would have produced a Patronous to chase away many dementors if i was Harry, that is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, but in effect that has happened, the dementors bugging me are far away now, and I feel so much better, you know, life will be good, nuthing is so bad :). And this just raises my love for Harry Potter Series up by 2 notches. Next revision is scheduled for very soon :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-884697326392837399?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/884697326392837399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=884697326392837399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/884697326392837399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/884697326392837399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2009/05/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-26722898704730153</id><published>2009-05-04T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:41:51.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>random thoughts.</title><content type='html'>This is my 50th blog here, yippppeeee, yeyyy, ok ok, i am not keeping counts or expecting to celebrate my blog's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;golden jubilee&lt;/span&gt; like i celebrated my silver one... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to write about so many things, so this will be a hotch potch post, with random references to random events of my life, so kindly bear with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Its absolutely pathetic to travel by public transport in Delhi, and for that matter the entire UP too. First, no one is ready to leave the ladies reserved seats, the conductor is not at all concerned about these issues and complaining does not help, the system is a little stupid with ladies seat on one side of the aisle instead of all at the front which is more sensible thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fought with a lawyer who refused to leave seat for a pregnant lady, who was standing for about an hr. :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The election election and caste your vote which everyone keep shouting is such nonsense. I think that at least 20% of young, working population of india is not even living in the places where they have been issued voter ID cards. How the hell are we supposed to go and vote?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An online or distant voting system would bring in more results than spending money on loads of advertising and awareness programs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The rickshaw waalas charge almost as much as a taxi in Gurgaon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Half of the people i interact with have lost contact with the normal real life. We are the breed that spends 24 hrs in ac, have dinners parties/blow up thousands for a single dinner, shop in exorbitantly priced malls, and haggle with the rickshaw waalas for 5rs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. In life it actually does not matter from where you started, where you are going and how you are traveling is more important. This is for the very helpful person i met today and which made my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Sometimes i have loads to write and i am almost bursting with thoughts, but wen i actually start to type, i feel blank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Arranged marriage is one fucking, pain in the ass thing to go through. The losers who were not even capable of getting a girl friend suddenly have more attitude, taste class and demands than Hritik Roshan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Love is a very weak emotion, it cannot survive by itself. its a creeeper which needs the support of emotions like courage, faith and confidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, the ego has to go, like a great person said "mutual surrender of ego".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I thought of writing something light, but lots of cribbing these days. :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Am totally bored. Wanna go back to K.&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/8439048090001119700-26722898704730153?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/26722898704730153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=26722898704730153' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/26722898704730153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/26722898704730153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts.'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-3010531969697600890</id><published>2009-04-24T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T10:43:09.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheer-leading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>Cheers to Cheer Leaders</title><content type='html'>"Amar singh is giving a speech in the forgotton small town Rampur"...tell me how many people will go and attend it voluntarily. Now say "Amitabh Bachchan is coming to Rampur in a speech by Amar Singh" Now imagine the scene at the grounds.&lt;div&gt;A small movie is being produced with an unknown sexy heroine and equally unknown and not-at-all handsome hero....total flop material, but it has a item number with Mallika Sherawat...the producer is at least assured of getting his money back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a country we accept all this, we are quite comfortable with a hero attending political meeting to gather crowd, which is a matter of importance for the country, we are comfortable with nudity (in a cheap movie, in a song, at least to some extent to satisfy the masses) but we snigger at the cheer-leaders in the cricket matches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The young, hep modern crowd of India is also so hypocritical. People enjoy looking at them, but never refrain from criticizing the concept of having them on cricket grounds. Hey, they are just like you, people who went in there to cheer their team, just that their way is professional and they get paid for it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is the reason for us not respecting them the fact that they represent a concept completely foreign to India? We have enough examples of doing/aping the west but not accepting it, or accepting it in a manner of guilty pleasure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are just cheering the team they stand for, cheer leading requires hell lot of work, practice and discipline on the part of those girls. We don't respect their art, rather we never look at it as an art, all we see is the scantily clad girls. We have a long way to go before we can see and perceive the real issue rather than grapple with insignificant details, and this applies to things ranging from cheerleading to moral-policing to Ram-temple in our society. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The media ridicules them, people crack dirty jokes on them on national television, the radio-broadcasters make snide remarks at those girls and the whole country laughs. again the role of media and public morality comes to question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have absolutely no idea about the life those girls have, if its comfortable, if they are being treated respectfully or not, but it requires courage and hard work to do this work and I am very ashamed that my country is treating them this way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-3010531969697600890?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/3010531969697600890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=3010531969697600890' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/3010531969697600890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/3010531969697600890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2009/04/cheers-to-cheer-leaders.html' title='Cheers to Cheer Leaders'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-6132690910861530949</id><published>2009-04-17T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:01:54.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trendy Indians</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ya we are a country of followers, of adopters and a country that goes with trend. Don’t believe me, just look at the way we adopted the “juta pheko syndrome” every&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ramesh Suresh and Dinesh here is ready with his shoe. And why not, when we are given an instant celebrity status, grants and prices from opposition party&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and the only thing that’s Not given is punishment.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  The result? &lt;/span&gt;here we have 2 billion people ready with with broken chappals, to throw at our esteemed netas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; I am not a fan of Indian Politicians ,but just what does these incidents say about us as a society? India the land of&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;religion, respect and democracy has people inclined to do such acts. Is this the only channel left for the expression of our discontent. And does the media attention given to these incidents warranted from any angle. The breaking news that we get and the utter indifference in terms of the moral/social implications shown towards the event should also be noted. Only the selling value is what the media&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;cares for. Can noone see that the reinforcements for these actions come from how the society reacts towards them. When we see only the news and no critisism of these events on any public forums what does a person looking for cheap publicity a little fun and some anger do? Also the way the other parties react towards these incidents and no legal action ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I left this mid-way and have no inclination to write any thing more. But leaving all this aside, nowadays when i watch news I do thank God that I am born in India and not in Pakistan, Afghanistan etc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am totally horrified at what is happening in Swat and Taliban. It requires an article with some more thought, and with a hectic weekend plan in about 5 hrs, its difficult to write. So, will try to do so later. BTW the keyword is try.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways I recieved a really wonderful gift on my birthday, kinda made my day. Recieved one last night too, that laid a good foundation. Thankyou God for everyone in my life, I am happy and thankful for all I have. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-6132690910861530949?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/6132690910861530949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=6132690910861530949' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/6132690910861530949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/6132690910861530949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2009/04/trendy-indians.html' title='Trendy Indians'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-6048792714360196184</id><published>2009-04-17T11:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:55:06.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of term 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Leaving IIM-K for 2 months - sad sad sad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So what is it about life in IIMK that attracts me most, I guess its just the friends I found here, the wonderful incredible people here, talented, atleast in showing off &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I forgot to write that this is my blog on the journey back in the third term. But this time written offline, in a train journey, reason- I read Mr. Harshad Karandikar’s blog and decided somewhat taken by the simplicity and romanticism of the idea of travelling in train, spending time with myself, sleep, read a book ad just enjoy the journey :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While carrying my luggage all around Bangalore city, and at the thought of again hauling it across in Delhi railway station, I was internally kicking yslef at this stupidy, but once the train started all of these thoughts vanished and I must say, I my life I really miss this quietly spending time with myself. Though it’s an entirelt different matter that too much of spending time with mysef, only makes me think of sad things. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have seriousy started thinking about marketing as a career choice, I don’t wanna suck at everything I do, I wana be good and have confidence about it all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nuthn much, great term, new awsome ppl, some good work (from my standards) lots of trips, juices and fultu masti.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-6048792714360196184?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/6048792714360196184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=6048792714360196184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/6048792714360196184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/6048792714360196184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2009/04/end-of-term-3.html' title='End of term 3'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-8039400580235026247</id><published>2009-02-26T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T06:14:44.157-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>stop stop</title><content type='html'>Wow...where did the whole last month go???&lt;div&gt;All i can remember are the two weekends i spent with my sister and one with all freinds from K. The mid sems whizzed by and so did all the days, wrapped in quizzes and assignments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The coming weeks promise no less, loads of quizzes and assignments and projects lined up for the next two weeks. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, i remember one more thing, a feeling of sadness and dread that i have been feeling for sometime. It started with the preparations for the farewell to seniors, got exaggerated when their last exam got over and though, i hardly talk to any senior around i am sad that they will be leaving. Probably i am more saddened by the fact that this also marks the ending of our one year here and the speed with which it got over makes me more and more aware of the fact that the next one will also zoom by and then these wonderful days will come to an end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next year i will be wondering in the same manner, where did the last one year go? and come to think of it, i am wondering the same thing now...:|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that most people at this time would laugh if i tell them this, and will probably count a hundred reasons why this place is bad, but i know everyone will miss this stupid, irritating, gossip monger, hell of a place :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freeing myself from few old ties lead me to know many other interesting good people, which i might have not have talked to, had this not happened. I am enjoying life as its coming. Probably life is just repeating one of its basic lessons for a dumb student like me, who just doesn't learn it. Actually i learn it, but wen it comes to certain people, i am not able to apply it, or maybe i can, sometime and then i don't know, let me not get into that discussion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to write, but i just can't create that magic with words, i am completely in awe with people who play with words and churn out such wonderful works...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe someday God will make me creative :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someday.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-8039400580235026247?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/8039400580235026247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=8039400580235026247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/8039400580235026247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/8039400580235026247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow.html' title='stop stop'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-7800217679255510727</id><published>2009-01-23T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T06:14:12.190-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cribs'/><title type='text'>Jaane kya chaahe mann baawra....</title><content type='html'>Jaane kya chahe mann baawra....I just hope i am able to figure out what i want, in every aspect of my life. People who have what they want or who are working towards the goals in their life, who are doing what gives them happiness are no doubt lucky, but even people who just know what they want are also lucky. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If a person is able to figure this out in their lives, i guess he is successful enough. I always imagine, life would be so much more simple after that, you know what you want, work for it get it live happily, otherwise lve happily just working for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here i am, so confused about each and everything in life, i really dont know where life is taking me, if i want to go there and what will i find on the way. I want to take control of my life, say with confidence, yes, this is the decision i took for myself and i am happy i did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no, yours truly is as clueless about her life as she is about , about Betelgeuse. And the problem doesnt end here, i am confused not only about my professional aspirations, i am equally confused about the decisions i should take in my personal life as well. This makes the situation worst, and is driving me mad these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need career counseling, i need a psychologist and i need solace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-7800217679255510727?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/7800217679255510727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=7800217679255510727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/7800217679255510727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/7800217679255510727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2009/01/jaane-kya-chaahe-mann-baawra.html' title='Jaane kya chaahe mann baawra....'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-5215982683121274425</id><published>2009-01-12T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T06:28:47.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My movie My glory</title><content type='html'>New Year came, and with it began the new term.&lt;div&gt;Sangram followed in the first week of the term and history was created at IIMK campus, wen for the first time K defeated IIMB, which incidentally they didn't accept and made Sangram 2009 a Maha Sangram. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come Monday 12/01/09 and the news is that Slumdog Millionaire won 4 golden Globes including the best OST by ARRehman. The whole country is celebrated like its their win, and the news channels are raving about the movie as if it was their home productions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Indians have this interesting habit of basking in the glory of anything remotely connected to India, be it be Deepa Mehta's 'Water' or this one. She was not even allowed to shoot the movie in India, but wen the movie got nominated for Oscar, it suddenly became an Indian film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Slumdog has nothing important that is Indian apart from the music which has been recognized already with ARR. The movie is based on a novel by an Indian Author Vikas Swarup, but a novel is not a movie. The award winning screenplay is by Simon Beaufoy who is a British screenplay writer and Danny Boyle the director is also English. It is essentially an Englishman's movie and presence of Indian actors doesn't make it a indian movie just like RDB is indian and Lagaan is indian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we should not behave pathetic and try and get a chunk out of other people's glory, coming up with some good work of our own and then celebrating and cherishing it is a better thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-5215982683121274425?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/5215982683121274425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=5215982683121274425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/5215982683121274425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/5215982683121274425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-movie-my-glory.html' title='My movie My glory'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-6235048895624305349</id><published>2008-12-23T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:55:03.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 2 officially over.</title><content type='html'>So another term over and time for another post from the airport free internet connection :D&lt;div&gt;Quite efficent indeed considering the fact that its my second post in 3 months :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm, so about the three months that whizzed past in K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The term started with the scary and competitive smmers preocess, in which yours truly truly aced, did not get a placement in  the entire process and had to be placed by placecom in one of the board companies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But a definite learning was ... say you did 10 wen you did only 1, project as if you know 100 wen you know 1...have lots of over confidance, and most importantly and seriously know yourself, know what you want, what you aare good at, and have an opinion, and dont be afarid to flaunt it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, i dont think  i learned anything more in the term :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well a few courses were good, and few others were really f**ked up thanks to the really good faculty iimk has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else?? yeah..unrequited love sucks, for both people involved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instructions to self:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be happy, be busy and love what you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-6235048895624305349?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/6235048895624305349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=6235048895624305349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/6235048895624305349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/6235048895624305349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2008/12/term-2-officially-over.html' title='Term 2 officially over.'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-1323441710740740608</id><published>2008-12-03T22:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T05:13:18.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><title type='text'>The Underrated Profession</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;tab-stops:28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Sitting in a class of PGP program participants, where half the people are completely tuned out of the class, a mobile is ringing somewhere, some like me are working/chatting on laptaops and the rest are sleeping, i just wonder why is this that a whole class behaves like this towards a professor. What can be the reason? Is there no one in the entire class who is interested in OR? Does the teacher not know anything? No, none of them are true...i have seen the same happening in the classes by most accomplished professors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;tab-stops:28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;So great knowledge doesnt make a good teacher. A researcher or a scientist is not a good teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;tab-stops:28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Ofcourse knowlege is important. I think the students very intutively understand the Knowlege level of a teacher in first few classes only. And a teacher is instantly rejected if he underperforms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;tab-stops:28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;What else, I think another reason is respect of students, a teacher who cannot appreciate the intellect of his students will be instantly rejected by the students. Treating the students with respect and valuing their opinion goes a long way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;tab-stops:28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Third factor i think is connecting with students, how can a teacher connect with students to make them comfortable enough to come up with their problems, have a healthy interaction and still maintain the respect and authority of a teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;tab-stops:28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Forth, is again, students are not foolish, they do not want to learn stuff that they do not think is relevant/ useful to them. There is well,little a teacher can do as the course is not designed by them..but how the subject is presented goes a long way in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt; sustaining student interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;tab-stops:28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Lastly it is a major myth that quite, introvert, shy, innocent and studious kind of people make good teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;A teacher has to be as world-smart as his students, after all he has to match his wits with them and not only for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;teaching them but also managing them and understanding their tricks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;tab-stops:28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;In the end, i think that teaching is the most underrated profession here. Teaching is very difficult and being a good teacher demands so much from an individual.  There are hardly any good teachers nowadays, partly because teachers have lost value in society and partly because of the low compensations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;tab-stops:28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Anyway the class is almost over and happy that the torture is over :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-1323441710740740608?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/1323441710740740608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=1323441710740740608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/1323441710740740608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/1323441710740740608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2008/12/underrated-profession.html' title='The Underrated Profession'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-8998986499540738859</id><published>2008-09-20T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T19:06:25.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1/6 of an MBA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Term 1 officially ended yesterday, yepppii...i cant believe it either, where did the time go?? we came a  few days back only na...the few days are now 3 months,. the time flew in a blink, well wen you harly sleep in the whole term, then everthing will look like a blink only the. I think the amount of sleep i have had in the last three months is equivalent to my normal sleep of one month. Now i know why time passes slowly wen you travel with  the speed of light :) Its  been three months outside K,but for my body, only 1. ok, lets cut this crap...in terms of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'learnings' ... &lt;/span&gt;mmm, how to sleep in class, how how to bull shit in exams, how to bullshit anywhere any time on any topic, the guts to watch movies on the eve of end sems ( 2 exams- full curse books in sllybuss) wen you don't even know the name of chapters and other such cognitive learnings :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I must say its not only about studying or doing MBa, its also a way of life that we learn here... I love it, but needa work a lot harder. they talk about cut throat competition, here my throat is already bleeding, and i gotta improve before i am beheaded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;but just now...i am on my way back home...and yipppeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-8998986499540738859?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/8998986499540738859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=8998986499540738859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/8998986499540738859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/8998986499540738859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2008/09/16-of-mba.html' title='1/6 of an MBA'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-3442429565929721730</id><published>2008-08-18T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T05:36:47.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haah...ok, so it takes me a whole one month to return to this blog, that too wen i have a class in about 10 mins. Anyways, we are fully settled in the way of life, that is K. &lt;div&gt;Lots os stuff going on besides the usual classes. Committes, IG's, Scope, ibok, and what not. The work never seems to end, but when there is none, it feels like there is something missing. We are now like, ok! how much can you give, lets see :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lyrics of Khalbali seem apt here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hone hone do nasha, khone khone ko hai kya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;hai ye to ek Jashn, abhi thirakne de kadam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Abhi saanso mein hai dum, abhi chalne de sitam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to beach and Kadavu resort yesterday after a nightout of watching movies, yeah...i talk fo work and all this in one go, but that the way like is here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And people my God!!, everyone is a masterpiece :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey gott go....will post pics soon and will try to update this place before graduating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-3442429565929721730?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/3442429565929721730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=3442429565929721730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/3442429565929721730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/3442429565929721730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2008/08/haah.html' title=''/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-6636175401720022191</id><published>2008-07-09T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T08:31:28.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Days roll on here, running between assignments, presentations, and classes we now atleast are experts of sleeping between classes and each one of us can vouch on the utility of power naps :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, sleep deprived zombies need atleast something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Courses, well are usual, statistics, marketing, QM, economics.  The point of difference, I believe is the course in STI, i.e. Social Transformation in India; The course is taken by Professor Matthew and its absolutely delightful 75 mins class that I attend here. probably delightful should not be the word as it deals with some of the most horrifying, hypocratic human behavior. Its a thought provoking class and i think that leaving unanswered loose ends for people to decide for themselves is the best way to take it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Talking about gender differences in society today actually made me realise i am living here, and such subtle oppression is all around me engulfing and burdening me and i am so used to it that i take it as a way of life now. Conditioned that way, is the answer i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I would love to read some of the stuff he talks about, am just trying to find it. What irritates me is the stupid behavior of the guys in class, but Zubin says thats my perception (after the OB class) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-6636175401720022191?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/6636175401720022191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=6636175401720022191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/6636175401720022191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/6636175401720022191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2008/07/roll-on.html' title='Roll on'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-2685259844200690547</id><published>2008-07-04T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T14:25:38.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog is to be an informal chronicle of times at K. I have started this blog on a Friday night at 2:30 in the morning which is technically a Saturday. Now after having taken the plunge i wonder where and how will i get time to actually post something here?? I dont really want this to be a 3 entry blog and empty thereafter. Afetr getting 4 hour of average sleep in last 1 week, i am now ready to just sleep. And yes, did i tell you i got free early today, its just 2:30 am now. I feel too tired to write much now, but let me say that this is am awesome place and a dream land, once you are here we forget that there is a world out side, that other ppl are also there on planet earth. &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/8439048090001119700-2685259844200690547?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/2685259844200690547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=2685259844200690547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/2685259844200690547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/2685259844200690547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-blog-is-to-be-informal-chronicle.html' title=''/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-7869984057331280788</id><published>2007-11-08T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:56:09.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>Ok, one of the myths associated with be, and one of my belief shattered. Well, this is not the first time this happened, it happened once before also, but that was about 5 years back, and since then, coz most things turned out the way I wanted them to be, that myth reinstalled itself in me. And it is that I can get any damn thing I set my mind too. And this time I lost that one dream that I had seen and nurtured since, since I don't even remember since when. I did not get recommended for Air force SSB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2-3 big defeats and failures to my credit. The second one after this is my failure to qualify in IIT.  I think that I really begin to loose focus towards the end of the journey, I become casual, and when the time was there to put that extra effort, I wasted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like that quote " On the plains of hesitation lie the blackened bones of countless millions who, at the dawn of victory, sat down to rest... and resting, died." (googled up for the exact thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there is another, I always fail in love, i failed every time i tried before, and now this one, of which i was sure that its meant to be, is also going. I am giving last big fight for it, to save it, to not fail this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-7869984057331280788?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/7869984057331280788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=7869984057331280788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/7869984057331280788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/7869984057331280788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2007/11/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-3555079824819032112</id><published>2007-08-06T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:54:33.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Anew</title><content type='html'>Hah..a new beginning again....lets see where life takes me this time. I am fervently hoping that changing my blog address is not reflected to people who were following it through my previous address, please Google God, please. I really don't want them to  read everything of my life. But what the hell,, let them be. Why should I care??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots to write but maybe some other time...have got a lot to do just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to follow up soon, till then Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-3555079824819032112?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/3555079824819032112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=3555079824819032112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/3555079824819032112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/3555079824819032112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2007/08/start-anew.html' title='Start Anew'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-5947797315236565482</id><published>2007-03-02T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:53:24.632-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='longing'/><title type='text'>Tragedy</title><content type='html'>Not having the one you love is not the tragedy of life,&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy is not to find anyone to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i expect a lot in people??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should one compromise in life??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have also read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you expect nothing but the very best,&lt;br /&gt; you very often get it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?? When??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-5947797315236565482?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/5947797315236565482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=5947797315236565482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/5947797315236565482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/5947797315236565482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2007/03/tragedy.html' title='Tragedy'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-3762725066308544104</id><published>2007-03-01T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:52:21.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nishabd</title><content type='html'>..is what our society is. . There is a big debate going on over the movie of a 60 year old person falling in love with an 18 year old girl. No I am not going to give you a review of the movie or other facts around it. I just want to comment over the hypocrisy in India.Was watching CNN IBN yesterday and the whole debate over the issue which has been rocking not only music channels but news channels as well.&lt;br /&gt;In an open poll it was asked if Indian society is ready to accept concepts like this, and 95 percent people voted for a big NO.&lt;br /&gt;Society in India has always been double standard. People are ready to do things, almost everything that we condemn about the west is prevalent in India, respected people will have extramarital affairs, people will have affairs with their relatives,  cases of family members exploiting their own kids are also not uncommon, even the problems of dowry which are not in the west are rampant here. But people choose to be mum about it all in India. It is like if they ignore and turn a blind eye towards this, these issues will cease to exist.  I am not advocating Unspoken Relationships like this nor am I saying that every 60 year old have an affair with 18 year old, all I want to say is that at least be truthful to ourself and accepts the facts about ourself. Or are we so embarrassed and shameful of what lies beneath our holier than tho image that we are not even ready to look and accept it, is self introspection so painful to us??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vehemently opposing the idea only proves that we do not have a clear conscious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-3762725066308544104?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/3762725066308544104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=3762725066308544104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/3762725066308544104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/3762725066308544104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2007/03/nishabd.html' title='Nishabd'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-3678759996380558261</id><published>2007-01-29T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:53:24.633-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>Whats up??</title><content type='html'>I am not someone who keeps up with all current affairs all the time, but whenever I happen to switch on a news channel or glance through a news paper, all I can see is violence, major part of which is directed against women or children. Especially in the past few days, most of the headlines comprised of these incidents only, reading about the killings in Nithari, or of those in Punjab, then yesterday, heard about Rape cases in the Madarsas in Allahabad, I almost feel pity for the society. These incidents, which cannot be tolerated in any civilized society, are happening in India, which regards children as messenger of God and Women as Goddesses themselves,is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;Is the world we are living in all unreal, this is all a virtual world we are living in, the real India is that we hear about in the news, shudder at its grotesqueness and then forget about it thinking that its another world, another age.&lt;br /&gt;And then there is this helplessness of not being able to do anything to change these circumstances. Whenever I try to consider my options, I am never able to reach any practical, feasible solution to this. What can I do, at the least donate money, at max leave my job and join some organization. But will any of these and all the other options lying between them lead to any change in the present circumstances, will we ever be able to say that the society is now safe for all especially young vulnerable children and defenseless women. And most important is how can we help??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-3678759996380558261?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/3678759996380558261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=3678759996380558261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/3678759996380558261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/3678759996380558261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2007/01/whats-up.html' title='Whats up??'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-352744143272899520</id><published>2007-01-29T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:52:21.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>Punishment-to whom?</title><content type='html'>Sanjay Dutt has again asked for bail and his bail has been extended till 6 Feb. Found guilty on 28 Nov, his surrender was postponed till Dec 19, after which it was extended till Jan 18, when he again got an extension and now he has to surrender on Feb 6. Sanjay was found guilty for possessing a 9mm pistol and an AK-56 rifle. He applied for bail stating that he was the only earning member and wanted to make arrangements for his daughter’s education. Has anyone ever heard of such excuses for bail petitions? And the amazing fact is that he has been granted bail. Though he was sentenced almost 2 months back, he has not been convicted till now. How can we then call our system fair??&lt;br /&gt;No one is raising voice against this outright mockery of law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we look at the problem like this, we realize that the system is not fair, but maybe there can be a different solution to the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who commit crimes under pressure, first time offenders, people who have been forced to do those crimes under unavoidable circumstances, for excitement. These people who are not basically criminals but have done some wrong deeds due to misguidance or circumstances should be given a chance for a better life. Condition in jails is horrible and the environment they provide is far from conducive to the betterment of people. People come out of jails hardened and bitter. Convicts are generally left unproductive, as their talent and skills are all wasted and they usually work as unskilled or semi-skilled laborers. Why should the state feed the people who have been convicted and why should their families be left to fend for themselves?? The real punishment is given to the accused families who have to look after themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I would like to say is that I am NOT defending those criminals for whom crimes are a way of life, who are not sorry for what they have done or those whose mentality justifies the crimes that they have committed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these conditions have to continue, then maybe it is better not to convict them at all. Why is there no probation system in India, one in which people who commit such crimes can be put in probation houses where they are free to go out in the day, earn for themselves and their families, lead a fairly normal life, but report back to the place in the evening; and then if they commit the crime again, then maybe they can be put through a difficult punishment. In the end, the purpose is to make people realize their mistakes and make them better human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in Dutt’s case, he was not fully aware of the consequences or the severity of his actions. Sanjay has already served 18 months in jail and its highly unlikely that he will repeat his acts again, and considering the fact that so much money is invested in his films, maybe he could also be left out on probation, but of course heavy fine should be imposed on him. That way the state can get funds to put in better causes, and Sanjay will also not be rendered unproductive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-352744143272899520?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/352744143272899520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=352744143272899520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/352744143272899520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/352744143272899520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2007/01/punishment-to-whom.html' title='Punishment-to whom?'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-2390678660973279363</id><published>2007-01-29T02:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:07:07.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched Parzaaniya on the weekend, and the impact it has on everyone. I could feel it in every corner of the movie hall, everyone was screaming a silent NO, and I could see the anger in all the eyes, anger and pain, but half an hour after watching the movie I and i think most of us again got involved and absorbed inn our own lives, forgetting everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one of us, at least most of the people are against such atrocities against anyone, but then whatever fire we have inside us, it gets dissipated, instead of channelizing it, giving it a direction we let it die from our hearts, the flicker of light, and anger we feel does not get utilized. After all these issues can never be resolved by one person's commitment, we need the masses, and we need its total dedication at all times, it ha sto become a way of life and not just a part of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-2390678660973279363?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/2390678660973279363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=2390678660973279363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/2390678660973279363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/2390678660973279363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2007/01/watched-parzaaniya-on-weekend-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-5852024568092499874</id><published>2007-01-29T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:52:21.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>Indian Scenario</title><content type='html'>Got this forward today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD VERSION...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks the ant's a fool and laughs &amp;amp; dances &amp;amp; plays the summer away. Come winter, the ant is warm and well fed. The grasshopper has no food or shelter so he dies out in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MODERN VERSION&lt;br /&gt;The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks the ant's a fool and laughs &amp;amp; dances &amp;amp; plays the summer away. Come winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDTV, BBC, CNN show up to provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to a video of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.&lt;br /&gt;The World is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be that this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arundhati Roy stages a demonstration in front of the ant's house. Medha Patkar goes on a fast along with other grasshoppers demanding that grasshoppers be relocated to warmer climates during winter. Amnesty International and Koffi Annan criticize the Indian Government for not upholding the fundamental rights of the grasshopper. The Internet is flooded with online petitions seeking support to the grasshopper (many promising Heaven and Everlasting Peace for prompt support as against the wrath of God for non-compliance). Opposition MP's stage a walkout.Left parties call for "Bharat Bandh" in West Bengal and Kerala demanding a Judicial Enquiry.CPM in Kerala immediately passes a law preventing Ants from working hard in the heat so as to bring about equality of poverty among ants and grasshoppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu Prasad allocates one free coach to Grasshoppers on all Indian Railway Trains, aptly named as the 'Grasshopper Rath'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the Judicial Committee drafts the Prevention of Terrorism Against Grasshoppers Act [POTAGA]", with effect from the beginning of the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arjun Singh makes Special Reservation  for Grass Hopper in educational Institutions &amp;amp; in Govt Services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ant is fined for failing to comply with POTAGA and, having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by the Government and handed over to the grasshopper in a ceremony covered by NDTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arundhati Roy calls it "a triumph of justice". Lalu calls it 'Socialistic Justice'. CPM calls it the 'revolutionary resurgence of the downtrodden' Koffi Annan invites the grasshopper to address the UN General Assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years later...The ant has since migrated to the US and set up a multi billion dollar company in silicon valley.100s of grasshoppers still die of starvation despite reservation somewhere in India...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Deepa Meheta's &lt;b&gt; Water&lt;/b&gt; got nominated for Oscars as an entry from Canada. Sounds familiar to the above one no?? And now the news-channel are saying how proud India is at this achievement. Who gave them the right to claim even a speck of Deepa's effort?&lt;ul class="entryextra"&gt;&lt;li class="entryreadlink"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-5852024568092499874?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/5852024568092499874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=5852024568092499874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/5852024568092499874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/5852024568092499874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2007/01/indian-scenario.html' title='Indian Scenario'/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439048090001119700.post-3348469384756962609</id><published>2006-11-30T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:54:33.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am starting with my stint with blogging very late in life..in fact i, being a small town girl from UP, who used internet for the first time in her life when she was 20, who studied in a college that gave her a degree without teaching her a thing, cant even complain..and i must admit that my curiosity in this matter is limited to only what is required. Then also, internet was a scarce commodity to be used with utmost care and respect and each minute I got with it was precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, but why am I giving excuses for not blogging till now, as if the whole wide world was waiting open armed for me to come and enlighten it with my rantings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, now that I am here, I can start with something about myself...but there is nothing much to it and anyways you all will come to know about my uneventful, boring life in the time to come... So should I start with ummm.....relations (luuvvee, friendship (watever the hell that is)) but they are the most hackneyed subjects in the universe....Wat else?? Social issues..hmm that would be good..but here I have a confession, actually two confessions to make..first, though I feel strongly about all injustice going around in the society and more than ready to fight against it..I have not kept up with current news (was busy u c.... graduating from college...finding a job thereafter...that too wen i graduated out of the best college from UP and then devoting all my energies to find means of surviving without working in the job..though I had quite an experience in it, as all that i had learnt in my college was how to pass with out studying, but still things were a bit tough in job...you see, no re-exam, back paper etc na..) and the second, I have started blogging after reading lots of feminist blogs :-) , so though, I can write, I wont just now, coz I fear I might take teeny-weeny inspiration from those and fealty as I am, I want to be original..don't want to plagiarize in my first ever bl0g-post, huh uh..may be not first, but hitherto posts were quite redundant in face of plans i now have :D....(actually, they happen to be in my company's blog..and that is really not a great place to post about your feelings and thoughts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What say, anyways, the length of this article is decent enough to be posted as a blog, so maybe I can decide the actual theme later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you got a fair idea about me , I am careless, master at procrastination, expert at getting through without putting in efforts, irritating, stupid and someone who can rattle mindlessly on and on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, maybe, if you still haven't noticed, I am angry at myself just now (very much, though not usually) because of all the things mentioned above and sometimes I want to kill myself due to these.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439048090001119700-3348469384756962609?l=tanualive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/feeds/3348469384756962609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439048090001119700&amp;postID=3348469384756962609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/3348469384756962609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439048090001119700/posts/default/3348469384756962609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanualive.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-starting-with-my-stint-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Tanu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328008823089483671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KlCA_LuIj-M/SacUCxlaRdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tyyWMWhR1dE/S220/DSC00998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
